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Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complection!
But left my liking might too fudden feem,
I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.

Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the
The fairest grant is the necessity ;

[flocd?
Lcok, what will serve, is fit; 'tis once, thou lov’lt;
And I will fit thee with the remedy.
I know, we shall have revelling to night;
I will affume thy part in some disguise,
And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ;
And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,
And take her hearing prisoner with the force
And strong encounter of my amorous tales
Then, after, to her father will I break;
And the conclufion is, the shall be thine;
In practice let us put it presently.

[Exeunt.
Re-enter Leonato and Antonio.
Leon. How now', brother, where is

my
Cousin

your fon? hath he provided this musick ?

Ant. He is very busy about it; but, brother, I can tell

you news that you yet dream'd not of. Leen. Are they good ?

Ant. As the event stamps them, but they have a good cover; they show well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in my orchard, were thus over-heard by a man of mine: The Prince discover'd to Claudio, that he lov'd

my

Niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with

you of it.

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Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you

this? Ant. A good sharp fellow'; I will send for him, and question him yourself.

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, 'till it appear itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that the may be the better prepared for answer, if peradventure this be true; go you and tell her of it:

Coufins,

Cousins, you know what you have to do. [ several cross the stage here.] O, I cry you mercy, friend, go you with me and I will use your kill; good Cousin, have a care this busy time.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to an Apartment in

Leonato's House.

Cour. W Hats the good-jer, my lord, why are you

Enter Don John and Conrad. Conr. Hat ,

thus John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Conr. You should hear reason.

John. And when I have heard it, what Blefing bringeth it.

Conr. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.

John. I wonder, that thou (being, as thou say'st thou art, born under Seturn) goeft about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief: I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jefts ; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

Conr. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, 'till you may do it without controlment; you have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace, where it is impossible you should take roo:, but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the season for

your own harvest.

fohn. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace ; and it better fits my blood to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love, from any : in this, (though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man) it must not be deny'd but I am a plain-dealing villain ; I am trusted with a muzzle, and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed

not

not to fing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would bice; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking : in the mean time let me be that I am, and seek not to

alter me.

Conr. Can

you
make no use of

your

difcontent? John. I will make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

Enter Borachio. Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the Prince, your brother, is royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness ?

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
John. Who, the most exquisite Claudio ?
Bora. Even he.

John. A proper Squire ! and who, and who? which way looks he?

Bcra. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato. John. A

very

forward March chick! How come you to this ?

Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was smoaking a musty room, comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in fad conference: I whipt behind the arras, and there heard it agreed upon, that the Prince should woo Hero for himself; and having obtain’d her, give her to Count Claudio.

John. Come, come, let us thither, this may prove food to my displeasure: that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way; you are both sure, and will alift me.

Conr. To the death, my lord.

John. Let us to the great fupper; their cheer is the greater, that I am subdu'd; would the cook were of my mind !- shall we go prove what's to be done ? Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

ACT

А с т II. SCE NE, a Hall in Leonato's House.

Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice,

Margaret and Ursula.

L 2 ON N AT O.
'A S not Count John here at supper?

Ant. I saw him not. Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can fee him, but I am heart-burn'd an hour after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made just in the mid-way between him and Benedick; the one is too like an image, and says nothing: and the other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tatling.

Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face

Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, Uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world, if he could get her good Will.

Leon. By my troth, Nicce, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so fhrewd of thy tongue.

Ant. In faith, she's too curit.

Beat. Too curft is more than curit; I shall lessen God's sending that way; for it is said, God sends a curft Cow short horns ; but to a Cow too curst he sends

none.

Leon. So, by being too curft, God will send you no horns.

Beat. Juft, if he send me no husband; for the which Blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening: Lord ! I could not endure a húsband with a beard on his face, I had rather lye in woollen.

Leon.

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath no beard.

Beat. What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel, and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? he that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath' no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth, is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him : therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell.

Leon. Well then, go you into hell,

Beat. No, but to the gate ; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with his horns on his head, and say, “get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you “ to heav'n, here's no place for you maids.” So deliver I up my apes, and away to St. Peter, for the heav'ns; he Thews me where the bachelors fit, and there live we as merry as the day is long,

Ant. Well, Niece, I trust you will be ruld by your father.

[To Hero. Beat. Yes, faith, it is my Cousin's duty to make curtsy, and say, Father, as it please you; but yet for all that, Cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy, and say, Father, as it pleafes me.

Leon. Well, Niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.

Beat. Not 'till God make men of some other metal than earth; would it not grieve a woman to be overmaster'd with a piece of valiant duit ? to make account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? no, uncle, I'll none; Adam's fons are my brethren, and truly, I hold it a fin to match in

my

kindred. Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you; if the Prince do follicit you in that kind, you know fwer.

Beat. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, if you be not woo'd in good time; (4) if the Prince be too

impor(4) If the Prince be too importunate.] This is the reading only of Mr. Pope's impressions, as I can find, and warranted by none of

the

your an.

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