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Friat. Leon. So are the Prince and Claudio, who

Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several

way. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds ; And then to Leonato's we will go.

Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's , Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!

[Exeunt. SCENE IX.

Changes to Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,

Friar, and Hero.
ID I not tell you, she was indocent?

accus'd her.
Upon the error that you heard debated.
But Margaret was in some fault for this ;
Although against her will, as it appears,
In the true course of all the question.

Ant. Well; I am glad, that all things fort so well.

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Leon. Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, And when I send for you, come hither mask'd: The Prince and Claudio promis’d by this hour To visit me; you know your office, brother,


8 And Hymen now with luck- luckier Event than That desiga'd ier Isue speeds,

with Hero. Certainly, therefore, Than this, for whom we ren this should be a Wish in Claudio;

der'd up this Woe.] Claudio and, to this end, the Poet might could not know, without being have wrote, Speed's; i. e. Speed a Prophet, that this new pro us : and so it becomes a Prayer pos'd Match should have any to Hymen.



You must be father to your brother's daughter,
And give yer to young Claudio. Exeunt Ladies.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
Bene. Friar, I must intreat your pains, I think.
Friar. To do what, Signior ?

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them : Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior, Your niece regards me with me an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most

true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me. From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will?

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical ;
But for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
l'th' state of honourable marriaye ;
In which, good Friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar. And my help.


Enter Don Pedro and Claudid, with Attendants.

Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

Leon. Good morrow, Prince; good morrow, Claudio; We here attend you ; are you yet deterinin'd To day to marry with my brother's daughter?

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar ready.

(Exit Antonio. 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,


And so all Europe shall rejoice at thee;
As once Europa did at lufty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low,
And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow;
And got a calf, in that same noble feat,
Much like to you ; for you have just his bleat.

SCE N E XI. Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and

Ursula, mafkd. Claud. For this I owe you ; here come other reck

’nings. 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 fee

your face.

Leon. No, that you shall not, 'till you take her

hand Before this Friar, and swear to marry her.

Claud. Give me your hand; before this holy Friar, I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife.

[Unmasking. And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.

Claud. Another Hero?

Hero. Nothing certainer.
One Hero dy'd defild, but I do live ;
And, surely, as I live, I am a maid.

Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
Leon. She dy'd, my lord, but whiles her Nander

Friar. All this amazement can I qualify.
When, after that the holy rites are ended,
I'll tell thee largely of fair Hero's death :
Mean time let wonder seem familiar,
And to the chapel let us presently.


Bene. Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beotrice?
Beat. I answer to that name ; what is your will ?
Bene. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, no, no more than reason.

Bene. Why, then your Uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio, have been deceiv'd; they swore, you did.

Beat. Do not you love me?
Bene. Troth, no, no more than reason.

Beat. Why, then my Cousin, Margaret and Ursula, Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.

Bene. They swore you were almost sick for me.
Beat. They swore, you were well-nigh dead for me.
Bene. 'Tis no matter ; then you do not love me?
Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence.
Leon. Come, Cousin, I am sure, you love the gen-

Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her:
For here's a paper written in his hand,
A halting fonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.

Hero, And here's another, Writ in my Cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.

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 · I would not deny you, &c.] that, I yield, after having stood Mr. Thesbald sa: s, is not this out great persuasions to lubmismock-tea joning ? She would not fion. He had said, I take obce deny him, but that she yields upon for fity, the replies, I would not great perfuafion. in changing the deny thee. i é. I take thee for Negative, I make no doubt i ut I pity too: but as I live, I am won bave retriev'd the foct's bumour : to this compliance by importunity and so change not into pet. But of friends. Mr. Tho'ald by alteris not this a Mock Critick? who ing not to yet makes it supposed, could not see that the plain ob- that he had been importunate, vious sense of the common read- and that she had often denied ; ing was this, I cannot find in my, which was not the case. heart to deny you ; but, for all


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day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life ; for, as I was told, you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth

(Killing her. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married man ?

Bene. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a College of wic-. crackers cannot fout me out of my humour : doft 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 purpose 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 unbruis’d, and love my cousin.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou would't 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 marry'd, that we may lighten our our own hearts, and our wives heels.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o'my word; therefore, play, musick.

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trice: and this being done beLeon. Peace, I will flop your fore the whole Company, how Moutb.) What can Leonato mean natural is the Reply which the by This? “ Nay, pray, peace, Prince makes upon it ? “ Niece; don't keep up this How doft thou, Benedick, the Obstinacy of Professions, for married man? I have Proofs to stop your Besides, this Mode of Speech, “ Mooth.” The ingenious Dr. preparatory to a Salute, is famiThirlby agreed with me, that this liar to our Poet in common with ought to be given to Benedick, other Stage-Writers. who, upon saying it, kisses Bea



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