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you of ?

Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, and myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to hu

Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither. Benedick ;—and I, with your two helps, will so

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick

Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love keeps on the windy side of care.—My cousin tells with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no him in his ear, that he is in her heart.

Jonger an archer: his glory shall be ours, for we Claud. And so she doth, cousin.

are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will Beat. Good lord! for alliance thus goes every tell you my drist.

[Exeunt. one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned: I may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a SCENE II.- Another Room in LEONATO's House. husband. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

Enter John and BORACH10. Beat. I would rather have one of your father's John. It is so: the count Claudio shall marry getting. Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? the daughter of Leonato. Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. come by them.

John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment will D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

be medicinable to me: I am sick displeasure to Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another him, and whatsoever comes athwart his affection for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou cross every day.-But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; this marriage ? I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.

Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly that D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to no dishonesty shall appear in me. be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, John. Show me briefly how. you were born in a merry hour.

Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the then there was a star danced, and under that was I waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. born.-Cousins, God give you joy!

John. I remember. Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the

night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber- ! Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's window. pardon.

[Exit BEATRICE. John. What life is in that to be the death of this D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. marriage ?

Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she sleeps; Go you to the prince your brother: spare not to tell and not ever sad then, for I have heard my daughter him, that he hath wronged his honour in marrying say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you waked herself with laughing.

mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such a D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a

one as Hero. husband.

John. What proof shall I make of that? Leon. O! by no means, she mocks all her wooers Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex out of suit.

Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato. Look D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Bene


other issue? dick.

John. Only to despite them I will endeavour any Leon. O lord ! my lord, if they were but a week thing. married, they would talk themselves mad.

Bora. Go then; find me a meet hour to draw Don D. Pedro. County Claudio, when mean you to Pedro and the Count Claudio, alone: tell them, go to church ?

that you know that Hero loves me; intend a kind Claud. To-morrow, my lord.

Time goes on

of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, (as in love crutches, till love have all his rites.

of your brother's honour, who hath made this Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is match, and his friend's reputation, who is thus like hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief, too, to be cozened with the semblance of a maid,) that to have all things answer my mind.

you have discovered thus. They will scarcely D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long believe this without trial; offer them instances, a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me shall not go dully by us. I will, in the interim, at her chamber-window, hear me call Margaret undertake one of Hercules' labours, which is, to Hero; hear Margaret term me Claudio ; and bring bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into them to see this the very night before the intended a mountain of affection, the one with the other. I wedding: for in the mean time I will so fashion the would sain have it a match; and I doubt not but to matter, that Hero shall be absent, and there shall fashion it, if you three will but minister such appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty, that assistance as I shall give you direction.

jealousy shall be called assurance, and all the preLeon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me paration overthrown. ten nights' watchings.

John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, 1 Claud. And I, my lord.

will put it in practice. Be cunning in the working D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero?

this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my help my cousin to a good husband.

cunning shat not shame me. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest John. I will presently go learn their day of husband that I know. Thus far can I praise him: || marriage.




armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake,

carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was Enter BENEDICK.

wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an Bene. Boy!

honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turn'd Enter a Boy.

orthographer: his words are a very fantastical ban

quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so Boy. Signior.

converted, and see with these eyes ? I cannot tell; Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring | I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may it hither to me in the orchard.

transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath Boy. I am here already, sir.

on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall Bene. I know that;-[Erit Boy]—but I would never make me such a fool. One woman is fair, have thee hence, and here again. I do much yet I am well: another is wise, yet I am well: wonder, that one man, seeing how much another another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow | grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or follies in others, become the argument of his own I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, scorn by falling in love: and such a man is Claudio. or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near I have known, when there was no music with him me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known, when colour it please God. Ha! the prince and monsieur he would have walked ten mile afoot to see a good | Love! I will hide me in the arbour. [Withdraws.


Enter Don PEDRO, LEONATO, and Claudio.
D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music?
Claud. Yea, my good lord. How still the even-

ing is,

As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony!
D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid

Claud. O, very well, my lord: the music ended,
We'll fit the kid-fox with a penny-worth.



Enter BALTHAZAR, with music.

D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song

Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. again.

D. Pedro. Ha? no, no; faith, thou singest well Balth. O! good my lord, tax not so bad a voice

enough for a shift. To slander music any more than once.

Bene. [Aside.] An he had been a dog that D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,

should have howled thus, they would have hang'd To put a strange face on his own perfection.

him; and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no misI pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

chief! I had as lief have heard the night-raven, Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;

come what plague could have come after it. Since many a wooer doth commence his suit

D. Pedro. Yea, marry; dost thou hear, BalthaTo her he thinks not worthy; yet he woos,

zar? I pray thee, get us some excellent music, for Yet will he swear he loves.

to-morrow night we would have it at the lady Hero's D. Pedro.

chamber window. Nay, pray thee, come: Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

Balth. The best I can, my lord. Do it in potes.

D. Pedro. Do so : farewell.- [E:reunt BalthaBalth. Note this before my notes;

ZAR and Musicians.]—Come bither, Leonato: what There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

was it you told me of to-day?_that your niece D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he

Beatrice was in love with signior Benedick ? speaks ;

Claud. [Aside to PEDRO.] O, ay :-stalk on, stalk Note notes, forsooth, and nothing ! [Music. on; the fowl sits.-[Aloud.j—I did never think that

Bene. (Aside.] Now, divine air! now is his soul lady would have loved any man. ravishd! Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts should Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, hale souls out of men's bodies ?-Well, a horn for that she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom

she bath in all outward behaviours seemed ever to my money, when all's done.


Bene. [Aside.] Is't possible? Sits the wind in

that corner ? Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Leon. By my troth, my. Jord, I cannot tell what Men were deceivers ever;

to think of it, but that she loves him with an enOne foot in sea, and one on shore ;

raged affection : it is past the infinite of thought. To one thing constant never.

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
Then sigh not so,

Claud. 'Faith, like enough.
But let them go,

Leon. O God! counterfeit! There was never
And be

blithe and bonny,

counterfeit of passion came so near the life of Converting all your sounds of woe

passion, as she discovers it. Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows Sing no more dillies, sing no mo

she? Of dumps so dull and heavy;

Claud. [Aside.] Bait the hook well: this fish will The fraud of men was ever so,

bite. Since summer first was leavy.

Leon. What effects, my lord? She will sit you,Then sigh not so, etc.

you heard my daughter tell you how.


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Claud. She did, indeed.

Claud. He is a very proper man. D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward hapme: I would have thought her spirit had been piness. invincible against all assaults of affection.

Claud. Before God, and in my mind, very wise. Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks especially against Benedick.

that are like wit. Bene. (Aside.] I should think this a gull, but Leon. And I take him to be valiant. that the wbite-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in the cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

managing of quarrels you may say he is wise; for Claud. (Aside.] He hath ta'en the infection: either he avoids them with great discretion, or

undertakes them with a most Christian-like fear. D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily to Benedick?

keep peace: if he break the peace, he ought to Leon. No, and swears she never will: that's her enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. torment.

D. Pedro. And so will be do; for the man doth Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter fear God, howsoever it seems not in him by some says: “Shall I,” says she, “that have so oft en- large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for countered him with scorn, write to him that I love your niece. Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him?"

him of her love ? Leon. This says she, now, when she is beginning Claud. Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it to write to him; for she'll be up twenty times a out with good counsel. night, and there she will sit in her smock, till she Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her have writ a sheet of paper.—My daughter tells us heart out first. all.

D. Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re- your daughter: let it cool the while. I love Benemember a pretty jest your daughter told us of. dick well, and I could wish he would modestly

Leon. 0!-when she had writ it, and was reading examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between so good a lady. the sheet

Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready. Claud. That.

Claud. (Aside.] If he do not dote on her upon Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand half- this, I will never trust my expectation. pence; railed at herself, that she should be so im

D. Pedro. (Aside.) Let there be the same net modest to write to one that she knew would flout spread for her; and that must your daughter and her :-"I measure him," says she, “by my own her gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, when spirit; for I should fout him, if he writ to me; they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and yea, though I love him, I should.”

no such matter: that's the scene that I would see, Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, | which will be merely a dumb show. Let us send weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, her to call him in to dinner. curses;—“O sweet Benedick! God give me pa- [Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and LEONATO. tience!"

Bene. (Advancing from the arbour.] This can be Leon. She doth indeed: my daughter says so; no trick: the conference was sadly borne.-They and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, that have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to my daughter is sometimes afeard she will do a pity the lady: it seems, her affections have their full desperate outrage to herself. It is very true. bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear

D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of how I am censured : they say, I will bear myself it by some other, if she will not discover it.

proudly, if I perceive the love come from her: they Claud. To what end? He would but make a say, too, that she will rather die than give any sign sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse. of affection.-I did never think to marry.-I must

D. Pedro. Ao he should, it were an alms to not seem proud.—Happy are they that hear their hang him. She's an excellent sweet lady, and out detractions, and can put them to mending. They of all suspicion she is virtuous.

say, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

witness : and virtuous; 'tis so, I cannot reprove it : D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. and wise, but for loving me; by my troth, it is no

Leon. O! my lord, wisdom and blood combating addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian. broken on me, because I have railed so long against

D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? A man on me; I would have daff'd all other respects, and Joves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure made her half myself. I pray you, tell Benedick of

Shall quips, and sentences, and these it, and hear what a' will say.

paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the Leon. Were it good, think you?

career of his humour ? No; the world must be Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die; for she peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I says, she will die if he love her not, and she will did not think I should live till I were married.die ere she make her love known, and she will die Here comes Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair if he woo her, rather than she will ’bate one breath lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. of her accustomed crossness. D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make

Enter BEATRICE. tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible in to dinner. spirit.

Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.


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Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than Bene. Ha! “ Against my will I am sent to bid you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, you come in to dinner”—there's a double meaning I would not have come.

in that. “I took no more pains for those thanks, Bene. You take pleasure, then, in the mes- than you took pains to thank me"-that's as much sage?

as to say, any pains that I take for you is as easy as Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon thanks.--If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain : a knife's point, and choke a daw withal.—You have if I do not love her, I am a Jew. I will go get her no stomach, signior: fare you well. [Eril. I picture. [


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