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Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
And my help.
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop.
[Exit ANTONIO D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull :— Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold.
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked.
Claud. Here come other reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see your face.
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar;
Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife: And when you lov'd, you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero?
One Hero died defam'd; but I do live.
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
What is your will?
Bene. Do not you love me?
Leon. She died my lord, but whiles her slander lived.
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ?
Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Bene. No, no more than reason.
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Are much deceiv'd; for they swear, you did.
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me.
Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts!Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would not deny you;-but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.
Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.
D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married man? Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.--For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends :-let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play music.-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight,
And brought with armed men back to Messina.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.
"The traditionary story of Macbeth, on which this Drama is founded, is related by Hollinshed, in his Chronicles, and also by George Buchanan in his Latin "History of Scotland."
Shakspeare is supposed to have availed himself of Hollinshed's narrative in the construction of this Play, as the incidents introduced by the Poet, are precisely those narrated by the chronicler. The supernatural agency exercised by the Witches, may appear in this enlightened age, to be beyond the bounds of credibility, but it should be remembered that in Shakspeare's time, the belief in witchcraft was universal.
DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, his sons.
MACBETH, BANQUO, generals of the King's army.
MACDUFF, LENOX, Rosse, MENTETH, ANGUS, CATHNESS, noblemen of Scotland.
FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces.
SEYTON, an officer attending on Macbeth.
Son to Macduff.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
HECATE, and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other apparitions.
SCENE,-in the end of the Fourth Act, lies in ENGLAND; through the rest of the Play, in SCOTLAND; and, chiefly, at MACBETH'S Castle.
I / SCENE I.-An open Place. Thunder and Lightning.
Enter three Witches.
1st Witch. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2nd Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won:
3rd Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
Upon the heath:
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
-SCENE II.—A Camp near Fores. Alarum within.
Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants,
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
The newest state.
This is the sergeant,
Doubtfully it stood;
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)
Like valor's minion,
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sol. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
[Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange,
God save the king!
From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.