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live no longer in monuments, than the bells ring, and the widow weeps.
Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Bene. Question ?—why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum; therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself; so much for praising myself; who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy; and now tell me, how doth your Cousin ?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend; there will I leave you too, for here comes one in hafte.
Enter Ursula. Ursu. Madam, you must come to your uncle ; yonder's old coil at home; it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd; the Prince and Claudio mightily abus'd; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will you come presently?
Beat. Will you go hear this news, Signior ?
Bene. I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be bury'd in thy heart; and moreover I will go
with thee to thy uncle.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with tapers
E P I Τ Α Ρ Η.
Was the Hero, that here lies:
Gives her fame which never dies.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Claud. Now music found, and sing your solemn hynin.
S O N 'G.
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this Right. Pedro. Good morrow, masters, put your torches out; The wolves have prey'd; and, look, the gentle
day, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about
Dapples the drousy east with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several
way. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go.
Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's, Than this, for whom we render'd
Changes to Leonato's House.
Friar, and Hero.
Friar. D Demost talle yhe Prince and Claudio, who
To visit me; you
Ant. Well; I am glad, that all things fort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Leon. Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
office, brother, You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. Exeunt Ladies.
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must intreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, Signior?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them: Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior, Your neice regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most
true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will ?
Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
S CE N E X.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
G Leon! Gordomotrrow, Prince; good mor
row, Claudio, We here attend you; are you yet determin'd To day to marry with my
brother's daughter ? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were fhe an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar ready.
[Exit Antonio. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick; why, what's the
matter, That you have fuch a February-face, So full of froft, of storm and cloudiness?
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And so all Europe shall rejoice at thee; As once Europa did at lufty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love.
Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low, And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow; And got a calf, in that same noble feat, Much like to you; for you have just his bleat.
S CE N E XI. Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and
Ursula, mas’d. Claud. OR this I owe you; here come other reck
nings. Which is the lady I must seize upon?
Ant. This fame is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine; Sweet, let me fee
Leon. No, that
take her hand Before this Friar, and swear to marry her.
Claud. Give me your hand; before this holy Friar, I am your husband if
like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife.
[Unmasking. And when
other husband. Claud. Another Hero?
Hero. Nothing certainer.
Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
, Beat. I answer to that
will ? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat. Why, no, no more than reason.
Bene. Why, then your Uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio, have been deceiv'd; they swore, you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, then my Cousin, Margaret and Ursula, Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did.
Bene. They swore, you were almost fick for me.