out at her mistress' chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good night,-I tell this tale vilely:-I should first tell thee, how the Prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and placed, and possessed by my master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter. Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? Bora. Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio: but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm any slander that Don John had made, away went Claudio enraged; swore he would meet her as he was appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, before the whole congregation, shame her with what he saw over-night, and send her home again without a husband. I Watch. We charge you in the prince's name, stand. 2 Watch. Call up the right master constable: We have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the commonwealth. 1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I know him, he wears a lock. Con. Masters, masters. Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero. Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick tune? Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. Marg. Clap us into-Light o' love; that goes without a burden; do you sing it, and I'l dance it. Beat. Yea, Light o' love, with your heels 7then if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall lack no barns. Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels. Beat. "Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill :-hey ho! Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's no more sailing by the star. Beat. What means the fool, trow? Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one their heart's desire ! Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an excellent perfume. Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. Marg. A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly catching of cold." Beat. O, God help me! God help me! how 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed long have you profess'd apprehension ? forth, I warrant you. Con. Masters, I Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us obey you to go with us. Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commo- Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. Urs. I will, lady. Hero. And bid her come hither. [Exit Ursula. Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabate were better. Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I warrant, your cousin will say so. Marg. Ever since you left it; doth not my wit become me rarely? Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick. Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing for a qualm. Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus? you have some moral in this Benedictus. Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list: nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without Here. My cousin's a fool, and thou art ano-grudging: and how you may be converted, I ther; I'll wear none but this. Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner: and your gown's a most rare fashion, i' faith. I saw the duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise so. Hero. O, that exceeds, they say. Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in respect of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced with silver; set with pearls, down-sleeves, side-sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blueish tinsel but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy! Marg. "Twill be heavier soon by the weight of Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed? Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is not marriage honourable in a beggar ? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? think, you would have me say, saving your reverence, a husband: an bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm in-the heavier for a husband? None, I think, an it be the right husband, and the right wife; otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she know not; but methinks, you look with your Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps? Re-enter Ursula. Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church. Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another Room in Leonato's House. Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour? Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that decerns you nearly. Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me. Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir." Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. Leon. What is it, my good friends? Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin bəItween his brows Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I. Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges. Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers: but, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha? Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis; for I hear as good exclamation on your worship, as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it. Verg. And so am I. Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, except ing your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina. Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; God help us! it is a world to see!-Well said, i'faith, neighbour Verges:-well, God's a good man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind :-An honest soul, i' faith, sir! by my troth he is, as ever broke bread: but, God is to be worshipped: All men are not alike; alas! good neighbour! Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you. Dogb. Gifts, that God gives. Leon. I must leave you. Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, indeed, comprehended two aspicions persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship. Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me: I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you. Dogb. It shall be suffigance. Leon. Drink some wine ere you go; fare you well. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband. Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. [Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol; we are now to examination these men. Verg. And we must do it wisely. Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here's that [ Touching his forehead.] shall drive some of them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol. [Exeunt. Hero. None, my lord. Friar. Know you any, count? Leon. I dare make his answer, none. Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do 1 Bene. How now! Interjections 7 Why, then some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! Claud. Stand thee by, friar :-Father, by your leave! Will you with free and unconstrained soul May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfulness. There, Leonato, take her back again : And so extenuate the 'forehand sin: I never tempted her with word too large; Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? it: You seem to me as Dian in her orb: Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about D. John Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true. Bene. This looks not like a 1.ptial. And, by that fatherly and kindly power Claud. To make you answer truly to your name D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.- I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour, D. John. I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come thus to light, Smother her spirits up. [Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. Bene. How doth the lady? Beat. Dead, I think;-help, uncle;Hero! why, Hero I-Uncle !-Signior Benedick! -friar? Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not? Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Sir, sir, be patient; Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Beat. No, truly not: although, until last night I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Friar. Hear me a little; For I have only been silent so long, none: If I know more of any man alive, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of ho nour: And if their wisdoms be misled in this, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Nor fortune made such havock of my means, Friar. Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? Friar. Marry, this well carried, shall on her behalf Change slander to remorse; that is some good: Why, then we rack the value; then we find Bene. Beatrice, Beat. In faith, I will go. Bene. We'll be friends first. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy. Bene. is Claudio thine enemy? Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vil lain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman 7-0, that I were a man!-What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands; he and then with public accusation, uncovered slande, unmitigated rancour,-O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market place. (If ever love had interest in his liver,) Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me, that would right her f Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you? Is not that strange? Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: -I am sorry for my cousin. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and 1 will make him eat it, that says, I love not you. Beat. Will you not eat your word? Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: I protest, I love thee. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? Bene. Hear me, Beatrice; Beat. Talk with a man out at a window 7-a proper saying! Bene. Nay but, Beatrice; Beat. Sweet Hero!-She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. Bene. Beat Beat. Princes, and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gal lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it-I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I love thee. Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio hath wronged Hero ? Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you: By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin; I must say, she is dead; and so, farewell. Exeunt. SCENE II. A Prison. Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns; Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined 7 let them come before master constable. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.-What is your name, friend? Bora. Borachio. Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.—Yours, sirrah? Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade.-Masters, do you serve God? Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope. Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I God:-and write God first; for God defend but was about to protest, I loved you. Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Beat. I am gone, though I am here:-There is no love in you:-Nay, I pray you, let me go. God should go before such villains!-Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves T Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but will go about with him.-Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. both in a tale: Have you writ down-that they are none? Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine; you must call forth the watch that are their accusers. Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :Let the watch come forth:-Masters, I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain. Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain:Why, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother villain. Bora. Master constable, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: groan; Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Dogb. 'Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like Charm ache with air, and agony with words: thy look, I promise thee. Serton What heard you him say else? No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou-But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, 2 Watch. This is all? Serton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of this suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, and show him their examination. [Exit. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton? let him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.-Come, bind them:-Thou naughty varlet! To be so moral, when he shall endure Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and For there was never yet philosopher, My soul doth tell me Hero is belied, Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. D. Pedro. Good den, good den. Good day to both of you. Are you so hasty now ?-well, all is one. Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling, Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years ?-O that he were here to write me down-an ass;-but, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass: -No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in I Messina; and one that knows the law, go to: Marry, beshrew my hand, and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow If it should give your age such cause of fear. that hath had losses; and one that hath two In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. gowns, and every thing handsome about him: Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at -Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down-an ass. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Before Leonato's House. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, I me: speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; As, under privilege of age, to brag What I have done, being young, or what would do, Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, me, That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; And she lies buried with her ancestors: Leon. |