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Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! 1 pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch never can see him, but I am heart-burned an jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, manhour after.
nerly modest, as a measure full of state and Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. ancientry; and then comes repentance, and,
Beat. He were an excellent man, that were with his bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace marle just in the mid-way between him and faster and faster, till he sink into his grave. Benedick: the one is too like an image, and Leon.Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewd!y. says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a eldest son, evermore tattling.
church by day-light. Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, count John's mouth, and half count John's me- make good room. lancholy in signior Benedick's face,-
Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BAL Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, ancle,
TILAZAR; DON JOIN, BORACH10, MARGARET, and money enough in his purse, such a man
URSULA, and others, mask-l. would win any woman in the world, --if he
D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your could get her good will.
friend? Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get llero. So yon walk softly, and look sweetly, thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and,
Ant. In faith, she is too curst. (tongue. especially, when I walk away.
Beat. Too curst is more than curst, I shall D. Pedro. With me in your company? lessen God's sending that way: for it is said,
Hero. I may say say so, when I please. God sends a curst cow short horns; but to a cow D. Pedro. And when please you to say so? too curst he sends none.
Hero. When I like your favour; for God deLeon. So by being too curst, God will send fend, the lute should be like the case! you no horns.
D. Pedro. My vizor is Philemon's roof; within Beat. Just, if he send me no husband : for the house is jove. the which blessing, I am at him on my knees Hero. Why then your visor should be thatch'd. every morning and evening: Lord ! I could not
D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love. endure a husband with a beard on his face; I
her aside. had rather lie in the woollen.
Bene. Well, I would you did like me. Leon. You may light upon a husband that
Marg. So would not I, for your own sake; for hath no beard.
I have many ill qualities. Beat. What should I do with him? dress him
B ne. Which is one? in my apparel, and make him my waiting gen- Marg. I say my prayers aloud.
I tlewonnan? He that hath a beard, is more than Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may a youth: and he that hath no beard, is less than cry, Amen. a man: and he that is more than a youth, is Marg. God match me with a good dancer! not for me: and he that is less than a man, I Balth. Amen. am not for him. Therefore I will even take Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, sixpence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead when the dance is done !-Answer, clerk. his apes into hell.
Balth. No more words: the clerk is answered. Leon. Well then, go you into hell ?
Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior Beat. No; but to the gate: and there will the
Ant. At a word, I am not. [Antonio. devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns Urs. I know you by the wagging of your head. on his head, and say, Get you to Heaven, Beatrice, Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. get you to heaven; here's no place for you moids : Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless so deliver I up my apes, and away to saint you were the very man: Here's his dry hand up Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the and down; you are he, you are he. bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the Ant. At a word, I am not. day is long.
Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know Ant. Well, niece, (To Hero.] I trust, you will you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itbe ruled by your father.
self? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will apBeat. Yes, 'faith; it is my cousin's duty to pcar, and there's an end. make courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you : Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so? --but yet for all that, cousin, let him be a hand
Bene. No, you shall pardon me. some fellow, or else make another courtesy, and Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are? say, Father, as it please me.
Bene. Not now Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Beat. That I was disdainful--and that I had fitted with a husband.
my good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales; Beat. Not till God make men of some other Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Bene. What's he? to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. to make an account of her life to a clod of way
Bene. Not I, believe me. ward marl? No, uncle, I'll none; Adam's sons Bent. Did he never make you laugh? are my brethren: and truly, I hold it as a sin
Bene. I pray you, what is he? to match in my kindred.
Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester; a very Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you: dull fool; only his gift is in devising impossible if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and know your answer.
the commendation is not in his wit, but in his Beat. The fault will be in the musick, consin, villany; for be both pleaseth men, and angers if you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him; be too iinportant, tell him, there is measure in I am sure, he is in the fieet: I would he had every thing, and so dance out the answer. For boarded me. hear me, Hero; Wooing, wedding, and repent- Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell ing, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque- him what you say,
Dert. Do, do; he'll but break a comparison or as a lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, tvo on me; which, peradventure, not marked, I told him true, that your grace had got the good or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; will of this young lady; and I offered him my and then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the company to a willow tree, either to make him fool will eat nosupper that night. (Musick within.] a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up We must follow the lenders.
a rod, as being worthy to be wbipped. Bene. In every good thing.
D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Brat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave Bene. The flet transgression of a schoolboy; them at the next turning.
who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, [Dance. Then exeunt all but Dox John, shows it his companion, and he steals it BORACH10, and CLAUDIO.
D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgres. D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, sion? The transgression is in the stealer. and hath withdrawn her father to break with Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had him about it: The ladies follow her, and but been made, and the garland too; for the garland one vizor remains.
he might have worn himself; and the rod he Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, his bearing
have stol'n his bird's nest. D. John. Are not you signior Benedick? D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and Claud. You know me well; I am he.
restore them to the owner. D. John. Signior, you are very near my bro- Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by ther in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; 1 my faith, you say honestly. pray you, dissuade him from her, she is no equal D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to for his birth: you may do the part of an honest you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told man in it.
her, she is much wronged by you. Claud. How know you he loves her?
Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance D. John. I heard him swear his affection. of a block : an oak, but with one green leaf on
Bora. So did I too: and he swore he would it, would have answered her; my vert visor marry her to-night.
began to assuine life, and scold with her: She D. John. Come, let us to the banqnet. told me, not thinking I had beon myself, that I
Ereunt Dox JOHN and BokACHIO. was the prince's jester: that I was duller than Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, a great thaw; buddling jest upon jest, with such But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.- impossible conveyance, upon me, that I stood 'Tis certain so the prince woos for himself. like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting Friendship is constant in all other things, at me: she speaks poniards, and every word Save in the office and affairs of love :
stabs; if her breath were as terrible as her terTherefore, all hearts in love use their own minations, there were no living near her, she Let every eye negotiate for itself, (tongues; would infect the north star. I would not marry And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, her,thongh she were endowed with all that Adam Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. had left him before he transgressed; she would This is an accident of hourly proof, [Hero! have made Hercules bave turned spit; yea, and Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come Re-enter BENEDICK.
talk not of her; you shall find her the infernal Bene. Count Claudio?
Ate in good apparel. I would to God, some Claud. Yea, the saine.
scholar would conjure her; for, certainly, while Bene. Come, will you go with me?
she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as Chud, Whither?
in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, Bene. Even to the next willow, about your because they would go thither : so, indeed, all own business, count. What fashion will you disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her. wear the garland of? About your neck, like a Re-enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, HERO, and usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a lieu
LEONATO. tenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, for D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. the prince hath got your Iero.
Bene. Will your grace command me any ser Claud. I wish him joy of her.
vice to the world'send? I will go on the slightest Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest dro- errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise ver; so they sell bullocks. But did you think to send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker the prince would have served you thus? now from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you Claud, I pray you, leave me.
the length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a Bene. Hol now you strike like the blind man! hair off the great cham's beard: do you any em'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll bassage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three beat the post.
words' conference with this harpy: You have Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. (Exit. no employment for me?
Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep D. Patro. None, but to desire your good cominto spdges. -But, that my lady Beatrice should pany. know me, and not know me! The Prince's fool! Bene. () God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I -Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because cannot endure my lady Tongue. (Exit. I am merry-Yea; but so; I am apt to do my- D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost sell wrong: I am not so reputed: it is the base, the heart of signior Benedick. the bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lentit me a while; world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his I'll be revenged as I may.
single one : marry, once before, he won it of me Re-enter Dom PEDRO.
with false dic:, therefore your grace may well D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count; say, I have lost it. Did you see him?
D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you Bene. Troth, my lord, I have play'd the part have put him down. of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy Beul. So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to crutches, till love have all his rites. seek.
Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore hence a just seven-night: and a time too briet are you sad?
too, to have all things answer my mind. Claud. Not sad, my lord.
D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long D. Pedro. How then? Sick?
a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the Claud. Neither, my lord.
time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the inBeat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor terim, undertake one of Hercules' labours; which merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an is, to bring signior Benedick and the lady Beorange, and something of that jealous com- atrice into a mountain of affection, the one with plexion.
the other. I would fain have it a match ; and I D. Pedro. I' faith, lady, I think your blazon doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but to be true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, minister such assistance as I shall give you dihis conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed rection. in thy name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost with
her father, and his good will obtained: name me ten nights' watchings. the day of marriage, and God give thee joy! Claud. And I, my lord.
Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to match, and all grace say Amen to it!
help my cousin to a good husband. Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.
D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopeClaud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: fullest husband that I know: thus far can I praise I were but little happy, if I could say how much. him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour -Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I giveaway and confirined honesty. I will teach you how myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. to humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love
Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop with Benedick:--and I, with your two helps, his mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak will so practice on Benedick, that, in despite of neither.
[heart. his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this,
Beat. Yer, my lord: I thank it, poor fool, it Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be keeps on the windy side of care : -My cousin ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with tells him in his ear, that he is in her heart. me, and I will tell you my drift. [Exeunt.
Claud. And so she doth, cousin.
SCENE II. Another Room in Leonato's House,
goes every one to the world but I, and I am sun
Enter Don JOHN and BORACHIO. burned; I may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh D. John. It is so: the count Claudio shall ho! for a husband.
marry the daughter of Leonato. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it.
Beat. I would rather have one of your father's D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeayou? Your father got excellent husbands, if a sure to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his maid could come by them.
affection, ranges evenly with mine. How canst D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?
thou cross this marriage ? Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have ano- Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly ther for working
days; your grace is too costly that no dishonesty shall appear in me. to wear every day :-But, I beseech your grace, D. John. Show me briefly how. pardon me: I was born to speak all mirth, and Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a yearsince, no matter.
how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. to be merry best becomes you ; for, out of ques- D. John. I remember. tion, you were born in a merry hour.
Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; the night, appoint her to look out at her lady's but then there was a star danced, and under that chamber-window. was I born.-Cousins, God give you joy. D. John. What life is in that to be the death
Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I of this marriage ? told you of?
Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's Go you to the prince your brother; spare not to pardon.
[Exit BEATRICE. tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited marrying the renowned Clandio (whose estimalady.
tion do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated Leon. There's little of the melancholy element stale, such a one as Hero. in her, my lord; she is never sad but when she D. John. What proof shall I make of that? sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of un- vex Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: happiness, and waked herself with laughing. Look you for any other issue ?
D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeahusband.
your any thing. Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to drav wooers out of suit.
(dick. Don Pedro and the count Claudio alone: tell D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Bene- them, that you know that Hero loves me; intend
Leon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, married, they would talk themselves mad. as--in love of your brother's honour, who hath
D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to made this match; and his friend's reputation, go to church?
who is thus like to be cozened with the sem
blance of a maid, -that you have discovered To slander music any more than once. thus. They will scarcely believe this without D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, trial : offer them instances; which shall bear no To put a strange face on his own perfection> less likelihood, than to see me at her chamber- I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. window; hear me call Margaret, Hero; hear Baith. Because you talk of wooing, I will Margaret term me Claudio; and bring them to sing. see this, the very night before the intended wed-Since many a wooer doth commence his suit ding; for in the mean time I will so fashion the To her he thinks not worthy; yet he woos: matter,that Hero shall be absent; and there shall Yet will he swear, he loves. appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty D. Pedro,
Nay, 'pray thee, come: that jealousy shall be call’d assurance, and all Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument, the preparation overthrown.
Do it in notes. D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it Balth.
Note this before my notes, can, I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the There's not a noteof mine that's worththe noting.
I working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and
he speaks ; my cunning shall not shame me.
Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! [Music. D. John. I will presently go learn their day of Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his soul ravishmarriage.
(E.ceunt. ed !-Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should SCENE III. Leonato's Garden.
hale souls out of men's bodies ?--Well, a horn
for my money, when all's done. Enter BENEDICK and a Boy.
BALTHAZAR sings. Bene. Boy,
I. Boy. Signior.
Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book ;
Men were deceivers ever; bring it hither to me in the orchard.
One foot in sea, and one on shore ; Boy. I am here, already, sir.
To one thing constant never : Bene. I know that;--but I wonld have thee
Then sigh not so, hence and here again. (Exit Boy.)-I do much
But let them go, wonder, that one man, seeing how much ano
And be you blithe and bonny : ther man is a fool when he dedicates his beha
Converting all your sounde of une viours to love, will, after he hath laughed at
Into Hey nonny, nonny. such shallow follies in others, become the argn
II. ment of his own scorn, by falling in love : And such a man is Claudio. I have known, when
Sing no more ditties, sing no ano there was no musick with him but the drum and
Of dumps so dull and hency; fife ; and now had he rather hear the tabor and
The fraud of men was ever $11, the pipe: I have known, when he would have
Since summer first was lecry: walked ten mile afoot, to see a good armour;
Then sigh not so, dc. and now will be lie ten nights awake, carving
D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. speak plain, and to the purpose, like an honest D. Pedro. Ha? no; no, 'faith; thou singest man, and a soldier; and now is he turn'd ortho well enough for a shift. grapher; his words are a very fantastical ban- Bene. [.4 side.) An he had been a dog, that quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so should have howl'd thus, they would have hang'd converted, and see with these eyes? I cannot him: and I pray God, his bad voice hode no mistell; I think not: I will not be sworn, but love chief! I had as lief have heard the night-raven, may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take come what plague could have come after it. my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of D. Pedro. Yea, marty; [To CLAUDIO. - Dost me he shall never make me such a fool. One thou hear, Balthazar? I pray thee get us some woman is fair; yet I am well: another is wise; excellent music ; for to-morrow night we would yet I am well: another virtnous; yet I am well: have it at the lady Hero's chamber window. but till all graces be in one woman, one woman Balth. The best I can, my lord. shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. [Exeunt BALTIAthat's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or Zar and music.] Come hither, Leonato: What I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look was it you told me of to-day? That your niece on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or Beatrice was in love with signior Benedick? Dot I for an angel; of good discourse, an excel- Claud. O, ay :-Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl lent musician, and her hair shall be of what co-sits. [Aside to PEDRO.] I did never think that lour it please God. Ha! the prince and monsieur lady would have loved any man. Love! I will hide me in the arbour. [Withdraws. Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful. Enter Dox PEDRO, LEONATO, and CLAUDIO.
that she should so dote on signior Benedick,
whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemed D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music?
ever to abhor. Claud. Yea, my good lord How still the
Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that evening is,
corner? As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony !
[Aside. D. Perlro. See you where Benedick hath hid to think of it; but that she loves him with an en
Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what himself?
(ended, Claud. O, very well, my lord: the music raged affection,-itis past the infinite of thought. We'll fit the kid-fox with a penny-worth.
D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
Claud. 'Faith, like enough.
Leon. O God I counterfeit! There never was D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that counterfeit of passion came so near the life of song again, passion, as she discovers it.
(she? Balth. ( good my lord, tas not so bad a voice D. Pedro Why, what effects of passion shows Ciau. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite. Claud. He is a very proper man. [happiness.
(Aside. D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward Leon. What effects, my lord! She will sit you,- Claud, Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. Yori heard my daughter tell you how.
D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks Claud. She did, indeed.
that are like wit. D. Pedro. How, how, I pray yon? You amaze I
Leon. And I take him to be valient. me: I would have thought her spirit had been D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you : and in invincible against all assaults of affection. the managing of quarrels you may say he is
Leon. I would have sworn it had, iny lord; wise; for either he avoids them with great disespecially against Benedick.
cretion, or undertakes them with a most ChrisBene. Aside.) I should think this a gull, but tian-like fear. that the white-bearded fellow speaksit:knavery Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to
Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. ар.
[Aside. D. Pedro. And so will he do: for the man D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him to Benedick?
by some large jests he will make. Well, I am Loom. No; and swears she never will: that's sorry for your niece: Shall we go see Benedick, her torment.
and tell himn of her love. Claud. 'Tis true indeed; so your daughter Claud. Never tell him, my lord: let her wear says: Shall I, says she, that have 80 oft encounter'd it out with good counsel. him rith scorn, write to him that I love him! Leon. Nay, that's impossible: she may wear
Leon. This says she now when she is beginning her heart out first. to write to himn : for she'll be up twenty times D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your a night: and there will she sit in her smock, till daughter: let it cool the while. I love Benedick she have writ a sheet of paper :-my daughter well; and I could wish he would modestly extells us all.
amine himself, to see how much he is unworthy Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re- to have so good a lady. member a pretty jest your daughter told us of. Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready.
Leon. O!--When she had writ it, and was read- Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I ing it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice will never trust my expectation. [Aside. between the sheet!
D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread Claud. That.
for her; and that must your daughter and her Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand gentlewoman carry. The sport will be, when halfpence; railed at herself, that she should be they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, so immodest to write to one that she knew would and no such matter; that's the scene that I would flout her: I measure him, says she, by my own see, which will be merely a dumb show. Let spirit, for I should flout him, if he wril to me; yeah, us send her to call him in to dinner. (Asiite. though I love him, I should.
(Exeunt Dox PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and LEONATO. Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls,
BENEDICK advance from the arbour. weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair,
Bene. This can be no trick: The conference prays, curses :-0 sweet Benedick! God give me priience!
was sadly borne.-They have the truth of this Leon. She doth indeed; my daughter says so:
from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, seers, her affections have their fall bent. Love that my daughter is sometime afraid she will do me; why, it must be requited. I hear how I am a desperate outrage to herself; It is very true: if I perceive the love come from her; they say
censured; they say, I will bear myself proudly, D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it. too, that she will rather die than give any sign
of affection.--I did never think to marry :-) Claud. To what end? He would but make a sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.
must not seem proud :-Happy are they that D. Pedró. An he should, it were an alms to hear their
detractions, and can put them to hang him: She's an excellent sweet lady; and, mending. They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth.
I can bear them witness: and virtuous ;-'tis so, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous. Claud. And she is exceeding wise. (dick.
I cannot reprove it; and wise, bat for loving D. Pedro. In every thing but in loving Bene- me:- By my troth, it is no addition to her wit;
Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combat-l-nor no great argument of her folly, for I will ing in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to have some odd quirks and remnants of wit
be horribly in love with her. I may chance one, that blood bath the victory. I am sorry broken on me, because I have railed so long for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.
against marriage :-But doth not the appetite D. Pedro. I would, she had bestow'd this do- alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that tage on me; I would have daffd all other re- he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and spects, and made her half myself: I pray you, awe
a inan from the career of his humour; No:
sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say. Leon. Were it good, think you?
The world must be peopled. When I said, I Curud. Hero thinks surely, she will die; for would die a bachelor, I did not think I should she says, she will die if he love her not: and she live till I were married.--Here comes Beatrice: will die ere she makes her love known; and By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some the will die if he woo her, rather than she will marks of love in her. 'late one breath of her accustomed crossness.
Enter BEATRICE. D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make Beat. Against my will I am sent to bid you tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn come in to dinner. it; for the man, as you know all, hath a con- Benr. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. tom, tible spirit.
Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks