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winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an Bene. I look for an earthquake too, then. invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick, any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and repair to Leonato's: commend me to him, and tell the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I will him, I will not fail him at supper; for, indeed, he live a bachelor.
hath made great preparation. D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for with love.
such an embassage; and so I commit you, Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, Claud. To the tuition of God: from my house, my lord; not with love: prove, that ever I lose if I had it.more blood with love, than I will get again with D. Pedro. The sixth of July: your loving friend, drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's Benedick. pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-bouse Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of for the sign of blind Cupid.
your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this and the guards are but slightly basted on neither: faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.
ere you fout old ends any further, examine your Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and conscience, and so I leave you. [Exit BENEDICK. shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me on the shoulder, and called Adam.
good. D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :
D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach : teach it “In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.”
but how, Bene. The savage bull may, but if ever the sen And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn sible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, Any hard lesson that may do thee good. and set them in my forehead; and let me be vilely Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ? painted, and in such great letters as they write, D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only “Here is a good horse to hire,” let them signify
heir. under my sign,—“Here you may see Benedick the Dost thou affect her, Claudio ? married man."
0! my lord, Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st When you went onward on this ended action, be born-mad.
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his That likod, but had a rougher task in hand, quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. Than to drive liking to the name of love;
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
SCENE II.- A Room in LEONATO's House. Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Leon. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, Saying, I lik’d her ere I went to wars
your son ? Hath he provided this music? D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I And tire the hearer with a book of words.
can tell you strange news that you yet dreamt not of. If thou dost love fair Heró, cherish it,
Leon. Are they good ? And I will break with her, and with her father, Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have And thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end, a good cover; they show well outward. The prince That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?
and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by That know love's grief by his complexion !
a man of mine : the prince discovered to Claudio But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
that he loved my niece your daughter, and meant I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if he D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader found her accordant, he meant to take the present than the flood ? time by the top, and instantly break with you
of it. The fairest grant is the necessity.
Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? Look, what will serve is fit: 'tis once, thou lovest, Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him, And I will fit thee with the remedy.
and question him yourself. I know we shall have revelling to-night:
Leon. No, no: we will hold it as a dream, till it I will assume thy part in some disguise,
appear itself; but I will acquaint my daughter And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ;
withal, that she may be the better prepared for an And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,
answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and And take her hearing prisoner with the force, tell her of it.- [Several Persons cross the stage.] And strong encounter of my amorous tale :
Cousins, you know what you have to do.—O, I Then, after, to her father will I break;
cry you mercy, friend; go you with me, and I will And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine.
use your skill.—Good cousin, have a care this busy In practice let us put it presently. (Exeunt. || time.
SCENE III.- Another Room in Leonato's House. Con. If not a present remedy, at least a patient
sufferance. Enter John and CONRADE.
John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou say'st Con. What the good year, my lord! why are you thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a thus out of measure sad?
moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot John. There is no measure in the occasion that hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, breeds, therefore the sadness is without limit. and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stoCon. You should hear reason.
mach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I John. And when I have heard it, what blessing am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh brings it?
when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.
Con. Yea; but you must not make the full show | chief on? What is he, for a fool, that betroths of this, till you may do it without controlment. himself to unquietness ? You have of late stood out against your brother, and Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. he hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ? impossible you should take true root, but by the Bora. Even he. fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful John. A proper squire ! And who, and who? that you frame the season for your own harvest. which way looks he?
John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be Leonato. disdained of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob John. A very forward March-chick! How came love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to you to this? be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with smoking a musty-room, comes me the prince and a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my me behind the arras, and there heard it agreed my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, 1 | upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself
, would do my liking: in the mean time, let me be and having obtained her, give her to count Claudio. that I am, and seek not to alter me.
John. Come, come; let us thither: this may Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? prove food to my displeasure. That young start-up
John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who hath all the glory of my overthrow: if I can cross comes here? What news, Borachio?
him any way, I bless myself every way. You are
both sure, and will assist me? Enter BORACHIO.
Con. To the death, my lord. Bora. I came yonder from a great supper: the John. Let us to the great supper: their cheer is prince, your brother, is royally entertained by the greater, that I am subdued. Would the cook Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an were of my mind :—Shall we go prove what's to intended marriage.
be done? John. Will it serve for any model to build mis Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Ereunt.
SCENE I.-A Hall in LEONATO's House.
Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make
courtesy, and say, “ Father, as it please you :" but Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, HERO, BEATRICE,
yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome and others.
fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, Leon. Was not count John here at supper? “ Father, as it please me." Ant. I saw him not.
Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks: I never fitted with a husband. can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after. Beat. Not till God make men of some other
Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman
Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made to be overmastered with a piece of valiant dust ? to just in the mid-way between him and Benedick: make an account of her life to a clod of wayward the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and marl? No, uncle, I'll pone: Adam's sons are my the other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore brethren; and truly, I bold it a sin to match in my tattling.
kindred. Leon. Then, half signior Benedick's tongue in Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you: if count John's mouth, and half count John's melan the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know choly in signior Benedick's face,
your answer. Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if and money enough in his purse, such a man would you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too win any woman in the world,-if a' could get her important, tell him, there is measure in every thing, good will.
and so dance out the answer: for, hear me, Hero; Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot Ant. In faith, she's too curst.
and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical: Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall the wedding, mannerly, modest, as a measure, full lessen God's sending that way, for it is said, “God of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance, sends a curst cow short horns;" but to a cow too and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace curst he sends none.
faster and faster, till he sink into his grave. Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. no horas ?
Beat. I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the church by day-light. which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every Leon. The revellers are entering, brother. Make morning and evening. Lord! I could not endure good room! a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.
Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BalthaLeon. You may light on a husband that hath no
ZAR; John, BORACHIO, MARGARET, URSULA, beard.
and Maskers. Beat. What should I do with him ? dress him in D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your my apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? friend? He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, esis more than a youth is not for me; and he that is pecially, when I walk away. less than a man I am not for him: therefore I will
D. Pedro. With me in your company ? even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and Hero. I may say so, when I please. lead his apes into hell.
D. Pedro. And when please you to say so? Leon. Well then, go you into hell?
Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the the lute should be like the case! devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within his head, and say, “Get you to heaven, Beatrice, the house is Jove. get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids :" Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. so, deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love. for the heavens: he shows me where the bachelors
(Takes her aside. sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long. Bene. Well, I would you did like me.
Ant. Well, niece,-[to Hero]-I trust, you will Marg. So would not Í, for your own sake; for I be ruled by your father.
have many ill qualities.
Bene. Which is one ?
none but libertines delight in him; and the comMarg. I say my prayers aloud.
mendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy, for Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may cry he both pleases men, and angers them, and then Amen.
they laugh at him, and beat him. I am sure, he is Marg. God match me with a good dancer! in the fleet; I would he had boarded me! Balth. Amen.
Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when what you say. the dance is done !-Answer, clerk.
Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or Balth. No more words: the clerk is answered. two on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or
Urs. I know you well enough: you are signior | not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and Antonio.
then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool Ant. At a word, I am not.
will eat no supper that night.—[Music within.) Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. We must follow the leaders. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
Bene. In every good thing. Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave you were the very man. Here's his dry hand up them at the next turning. and down: you are he, you are he.
[Dance. Then, excunt all but John, BORACHIO, Ant. At a word, I am not.
and CLAUDIO. Urs. Come, come: do you think I do not know John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? hath withdrawn her father to break with him about Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and it. The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. there's an end.
Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? bearing. Bene. No, you shall pardon me.
John. Are not you signior Benedick? Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? Claud. You know me well: I am he. Bene. Not now.
John. Signior, you are very near my brother in Beat. That I was disdainful, and that I had my his love: he is enamoured on Hero. I pray you, good wit out of the “Hundred merry Tales.". dissuade him from her; she is no equal for his Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. birth: you may do the part of an honest man in it. Bene. What's he?
Claud. How know you he loves her? Beat. I am sure you know him well enough. John. I heard him swear his affection. Bene. Not I, believe me.
Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would Beat. Did he never make you laugh?
marry her to-night. Bene. I pray you, what is he?
John. Come, let us to the banquet. Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull
[Ereunt John and BORACHIO. fool, only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick,