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Marg. To have no Man come over me; why, shall I always keep below Stairs?
Bene. Thy Wit is as quick as the Greyhound's Mouth, it ketches.
Marg. And yours as blunt as the Fencers Foils, which hit, but hurt not.
Bene. A most manly Wit Margaret, it will not hurt a Woman ; and so I pray thee call Beatrice; I give thee the Bucklers.
Marg. Give us the Swords, we have Bucklers of our
Bene. If you use them Margaret, you must put it in the Pikes with a Vice, and they are dangerous Weapons for Maids. Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think
( Exit Margaret. Bene. And therefore will come. The God of Love that fits above, and knows me, and knows me, how pitiful I deserve, I mean in Singing; but in loving, Leander the good Swimmer, Troilus the first Employer of Panders, and a whole Book full of these quondam Carpet-mongers, whose Names yet run smoothly in the even Road of a blank Verse, why they were never so truly turn'd over, as my poor felf in Love; marry I cannot shew it in Rhime; I have try'd, I can find out no Rhime to a Lady but Baudy, an Innocents Rhime; for scorn, horn, a hard Rhime; for school, fool, a babling Rhime; very ominous Endings; no, I was not born under a Rhiming Planet, for I cannot woo in festival Terms.
Beat. Yea Signior, and depart when you bid me.
Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now; and yet e'er I go, let me go with that I came, which is, with knox
knowing what hath palt between you and Clandio.
Bene. Only foul Words, and thereupon I will kiss thee.
Beat. Foul Words are foul Wind, and foul Wind is but foul Breath, and foul Breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkist.
Bene. Thou hast frighted the Word out of its right Sense, fo forcible is thy Wit; but I must tell thee plainly, Clan
dio undergoes my Challenge, and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a Coward ; and I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad Parts didst thou first fall in Love with me?
Beat. For them all together, which maintain’d so politick a State of Evil, that they will not admit any good Parc to intermingle with them: But for which of my good Parts did you suffer Love for me?
Bene. Suffer Love! a good Epithete; I do suffer Love indeed, for I love thee against my Will.
Beat. In spight of your Heart, I think ; alas poor Heart, if you spight it for my Sake, I will spight it for yours, for I will never love that which
Friend hates, Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Beat. It appears not in this Confession; there's not one wise Man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. An old, an old Instance Beatrice, that liv'd in the Time of good Neighbours; if a Man do not ere& in this Age his own Tomb e'er he dies, he shall 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 Rhewm; 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 my self; so much for praising my felf; who I my self will bear Witness is Praise-worthy; and now tell me how doth your Cousin?
Beat. Very ill.
Enter Ursula. Bene. Serve God, fove me, and mend; there will I leave you too, før here comes one in haste.
Ursu. Madam, you must come to your Uncle ; yonder's old Coil at Home; it is proved my Lady Hero hath been falfty accus'd, the Prince and Claudio mightily abus’d, and Don John is the Author of all, who is filed and gone: Will you come presently?
Beat. Will you go hear this News, Signior?
ried in thy Eyes; and moreover, I will go with thee to thy Uncle:
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
Hang thou there upon the Tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
(this Right. Claud. Now unto thy Bones good night; Yearly will I do
Pedro. Good morrow Masters, put your Torches out,
Claud. Good morrow Masters ; each his several way.
Muf. Come, let us hence, and put on other Weeds, And then to Leonato's we will go.
Cland. And Hymen now with luckier Issue speed, Than this for whom we rendred up this Woe.
Enter Leonard, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,
Frier and Hero.
Leon. So are the Prince and Claudio who accus'd her,
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things fort so well.
Leon. Well Daughter, and young Gentlewomen all,
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them:
Ant. That Eye my Daughter lent her, 'tis most true.
Leon. The Sight whereof I think you had from me,
Bene. Your Answer, Sir, is enigmatical,
Leon. My Heart is with your liking.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with Attendants.
Leon. Good Morrow, Prince, good Morrow Claudio, We here attend you; are you yet determin'd To Day to marry with my Brother's Daughter? Cland. I'll hold my Mind, were she an Ethiope, VOL. I.
Leon. Call her forth, Brother, here's the Frier ready.
Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick, why what's the matter; That you have such a
have such a February Face,
Cland. I think he thinks upon the savage Bull:
Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable Low,
Enter Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula,
Leon. This fame is the, and I do give you her.
Leon. No, that you shall not, 'till you take her Hand
Claud. Give me your Hand before this holy Frier; I am your Husband if you like of me.
Here. And when I liv'd I was your other Wife; [urmasking. And when you lov'd you were my other Husband.
Claud. Another Hero ?
Hero. Nothing certainer.
Pedro. The former Hero, Hero that is dead.
Frier. All this amazement can I qualifie,
Bene. Soft and fair, Frier. Which is Beatrice?
Bene. Why, then your Uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio, have been deceiv'd, they swore you did.