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one: so that if he have wit enough to keep him- your tongue; and so good a continner : But Belf warm, let him bear it for a difference be- keep your way o' God's name; I have done. tween himself and his horse: for it is all the Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; 1 wealth that he hath left, to be known a reason- know you of old. able creature.- Who is his companion now? D. Pedro. This is the sum of all, Leonato, He hath every month a new sworn brother. signior Claudio, and signior Benedick,-my Mess. Is it possible ?

dear friend Leonato, hath invited you all. 1 Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith tell him, we shall stay here at the least a month; but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes and he heartily prays, some occasion may detain with the next block.

us longer; 1 dare swear he is no hypocrite, but Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your prays from his heart. books

Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my be forsworn.-Let me bid you welcome, my study. But, I pray you, who is his companion ? lord, being reconciled to the prince your broIs there no young squarer now, that will make ther, I owe you all duty. a voyage with him to the devil.

D. John. 'I thank you: I am not of many Mess. He is most in the company of the right words, but I thank you. noble Claudio.

Leon. Please it your grace lead on ? Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go disease : he is sooner caught than the pestilence, together. Ereunt all but Benedick and Claudio. and the taker runs presently mad. God help the Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter noble Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, of signior Leonato ? it will cost him a thousand pound ere he be Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. cured.

Claud. Is she not a modest young lady ? Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man Beat. Do, good friend.

should do, for my simple true judgment; or Leun. You will never run mad, niece. would you have me speak after my custom, as Beal. No, not till a hot January.

being a professed tyrant to their sex ? Mess. Don Pedro is approached.

Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judg.

ment. Enter Don Pedro, attended by Balthazar and for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise,

Bene. Why, i' faith, methinks she is too low others, Don John, Claudio, and Benedick.

and too little for a great praise : only this comD. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are mendation I can attord her; that were she other come to meet your trouble : the fashion of the than she is, she were unhandsome; and being world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. no other but as she is, I do not like her. Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the Claud. Thou thinkest I am in sport; I pray likeness of your grace : for trouble being gone, thee, tell me truly how thou likest her. comfort should remain; but, when you depart Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes after her ? his leave.

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too wil. Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But lingly.-I think, this is your daughter. speak you this with a sad brow? or do you play Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so the flouting Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, her ?

in what key shall a man take you to go in the Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were song ? you a child.

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we that ever I looked on. may guess by this what you are, being a man. Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I Truly, the lady fathers herself :-Be happy, see no such matter : there's her cousin, an she lady! for you are like an honourable father. were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as

Bene. Ir Signior Leonato be her father, she much in beauty, as the first of May doth the would not have his head on her shoulders, for last of December. But I hope, you have no inall Messina, as like him as she is.

tent to turn husband ; have you? Beah I wonder, that you will still be talking, Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though 1 signior Benedick; no body marks you. had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my

Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain I are you wife. yet living?

Bene. Is it come to this, i' faith ? Hath not the Beat Is it possible disdain should die, while world one man, but he will wear his cap with she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of threeBenedick ? Courtesy itself must convert to dis-score again ? Go to, i' faith; and thou wilt needs dain, if you come in her presence.

thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat:-But it it, and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is certain, I am lov'd of all ladies, only you ex- is returned to seek you. cepted : and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love

Re-enter Don Pedro. Done.

Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, eise have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. that you followed not to Leonato's ? I thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your Bene. I would, your grace would constrain humour for that; I had rather hear my dog me to tell. bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance.

Bene. God keep your lady ship still in that bene. You hear, count Claudio : I can be mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape secret as a dumb man, I would have you think a predestinate scratched face.

so; but on my allegiance,-mark you this, on Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an my allegiance :-He is in love. With who?'twere such a face as yours were.

now that is your grace's part.-Mark, how short Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. his answer is :-With Hero, Leonato's short Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a daughter. beast of yours.

Claud. If this were so, so were it ultered. Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of Bene. Like the old tale, my lord; it is not som

heir ;

nor 'twas not so: but, indeed, God forbid it Any hard lesson that may do thee good. should be so.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ? Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only forbid it should be otherwise. D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her ; for the lady Dost thou affect her, Claudio ? 18 very well worthy.


O, my lord, Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my When you went onward on this ended action, lord.

I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,, D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Than to drive liking to the name of love : Bene. And by my two faiths and troths, my But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts lord, I spoke mine.

Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Claud That I love her, I feel.

Come thronging soft and delicate desires, D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. All prompung me how fair young Hero is, Bene. That I neither feel how she should be Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars. oved, nor know how she should be worthy, is D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me ; 1 And tire the hearer with a book of words ; will die in it at the stake.

If thou dost love fair llero, cherish it; D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate here- And I will break with her, and with her father, tick in the despite of beauty.

And thou shalt have her : Wire't not to this end, Claud. And never could maintain his part, but that thou began'st to twist so fine a story? in the force of his will.

Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank That know love's grief by his complexion ! her; that she brought me up, I likewise give But lest my liking might too sudden seem, her most humble thanks: but that I will have I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall than the flood ? pardon me: Because I will not do them the The fairest grant is the necessity : wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the Look, what will serie, is fit; 'uis once, thou right to trust none; and the fine is (for the which lov'st; I may go the finer) I will live a bachelor. And I will fit thee with the remedy. D. Pelro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look I know we shall have revelling to-night : pale with love.

I will assume thy part in some disguise, Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with And tell fair Hero I am Claudio; hunger, my lord, not with love: prove, that And in her bosom l'll unclasp any heart, ever I lose more blood with love, than I will And take her hearing prisoner with the force get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes And strong encounter of my amorous tale: with a ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at Then, after, to her father will I break; he door of a brothel-house, for the sign of blind And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine : Cupid.

In practice let us put it presently. [Ereund D. Pedro. Well, if ever thon dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

SCENE II. A Room in Leonato's House. Bene. Jf I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat,

Enter Leonato ant Antonio. and shoot at me, and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder, and called Adam.

Leon. How now, brother? Where is my couD. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :

sin, your son ? hath he provided this musick? In time the sarage bull doth bear the yoke.

Ani. He is very busy about it. But, brother, Bene. The savage bull may, but if ever the I can tell you strange news that you yel dreamed sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's not of horns, and set them in my forehead : and let

Leon. Are they good ? me be vilely painted ; and in such great letters Ant. As the event stamps them; bnt they as they write, Here is good horse to hire, let have a good cover, they show well ontward. them signify under my sign- Here you may see thick-pleached alley in my orchard, were thus

The prince and count Claudio, walking in a Benedick the married man.

Claud. if this should ever happen, thou much overheard by a man of mine : The prince would'st be horn-mad.

discovered to Claudio, that he loved iny niece D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this this night in a dance; and, if he found her ac. shortly.

cordant, he meant to take the present time by Bcne. I look for an earthquake too then. the top, and instantly break with you of it. D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick, this? repair to Leonato's ; commend me to him, and

Ant. A good sharp fellow : I will send for tell him, I will not fail him at supper ; for, in- him, and question hiin yourself. deed, he hath made great preparation.

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till Bene. I have almost maiter enough in me for it appear itself: but I will acquaint my daughter such an embassage : and so I commit you

withal, that she may be the better prepared for Claud. To the tuition of God: From my house,

an answer, if peradventure this be true Go (if I had it)

you, and tell her of it. Several persons cross D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving the stage.), Cousins, you know what you have friend, Benedick.

to do.-O, I cry you mercy, friend; you go with Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body me, and I will use your skill :-Good cousins, of your discourse is sometimes guarded with have a care this busy time.

[Exeunt. fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted SCENE III. Another Room in Leonato's House. on neither: ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conscience, and so I leave you.

Enter Don John and Conrade.

[Erit Benedick. Con. What the good year, my lord! why are Claud. My liege, your highness now may do you thus out of measure sad? me good.

D. John. There is no measure in the occasion D Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without but how,

limit. And thou shall see how apt it is to learn

Con. You should bear reason.

D. John. And when I have heard it, what| Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I blessing bringeth it?

never can see hin, but I am heart-burned an Con. If noi a present remedy, yet a patient hour after. Bufferance.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou Beat. He were an excellent man, that were Say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about made just in the mid-way between him and to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mis- Benedick : the one is too like an image, and chief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eldest son, evermore tatiling eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongne in leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to count John's month, and half count John's meno man's business ; laugh when'l am merry, lancholy in signior Benedick's face,and claw no man in his humour.

Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, Con. Yea, but you must not make the full and money enough in his purse, such a man show of this, till you may do it without control would win any woman in the world, if he ment. You have of late stood out against your could get her good will. brother, and he hath taken you newly into his Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get grace: where it is impossible you should take thee a husband, it shou be so shrewd of thy true root, but by the fair weather that you make tongue. yourself: it is needful that you frame the season Ant. In faith, she is too curst. for your own harvest.

Beat. Too curst is more than curst: 1 shal}
D. John. Thad rather be a canker in a hedge, lessen God's sending that way : for it is said,
than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my God sends a curst cow short horns! but to a
blood to be disdained of all, than to fashion a cow too curst he sends none.
carriage to rob love from any : in this, though Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send
I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, you no horns.
it most not be denied that I am a plain dealing Beat. Just, if he send me no husband : for
villain. lam trusted with a muzzle, and en: the which blessing, I amn at him upon my knees
franchised with a clog : therefore I have decreed every morning and evening : Lord! I could not
not to sing in my cage ; Jf I had my month, 1 endure a husband with a beard on his face; I
would bite: if I had my liberty, I would do my had rather lie in the woollen.
liking : in the mean time, let me be that I am, Leon. You may light upon a husband that
and seck not to alter me.

hath no beard.
Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? Beat. What should I do with him ? dress him
D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only in my apparel, and make him my waiting gen-
Who comes here? What news, Borachio ? tlewoman? He that hath a beard, is more than

a youth ; and he that hath no beard, is less than Enter Borachio.

a man: and he that is more than a youth, is Bora. I came yonder from a great supper ; the not for me : and he that is less than a man, i prince, your brother, is royally entertained by am not for him. Leonato ; and I can give you intelligence of an sixpence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead

Therefore I will even take intended marriage.

his apes into hell. D. John. Will it serve for any model to build Leon. Well then, go you into hell? mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths Beat. No; but to the gate : and there will the himself to unquietness?

devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns Born. Marry, it is your brother's right hand on his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Bea. D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ? trice, get you to heaven ; here's no place for Bora. Even he.

you mails : so deliver lip my apes, and away D. John. A proper squire ! And who, and io saint Peter for the heavens: he show's mo #to? which way looks he?

where the bachelors sit, and there live, we us
Bora Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir merry as the day is long!
of Leonato.

Ant. Well, niece, { To Hero.] I trust, you will
D. John. A very forward March chick ! How be ruled by your father.
Carne yon to this?

Beat. Yes, 'faith ; it is my consin's duty to
Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I make courtesy, and say, Father, as it pleasa
was apoking a musty room, comes me the you:-but yet for all that, cousin, let bim be a
prince and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad con: handsome fellow, or else make another courtesy,
fereuce: | whipt me behind the arras; and and say, Father, as it please me.
there heard it agreed upon, that the prince Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day
should Woo Hero for himself, and having ob- fitted with a husband.
tained her, give her to count Claudio.

Beat. Not till God make men of some other D. John Come, come, let us thither ; this metal than earth. Would it not grieve a womay prove food to my displeasure: that young man to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant start ny bath all the glory of my overthrow; if dust ? to make an account of her life to a clod I can cross him any way, I bless myself every of wayward nearl? No, uncle, l'll none : Adam's way: You are both sure, and will assist me? sons are my brethren: and truly, I hold it a Con. To the death, my lord.

sin to match in my kindred. D. John. Let us to the great supper : their Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you : cheer is the greater that I am subdued : 'Would, if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you the cook were of my mind !-Shall we go prove know your answer. what's to be done ?

Beat. The fanlt will be in the musick, cousin, Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship, if you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince

(Ereunt. be too important, tell him, there is measure in

every thing and so dance out the answer. For

hear me, Hero; woning, wedding, and repent. ACT II.

ing, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque SCENE I. A Hall in Leonato's House.

pace : the first snit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch

jig, and full as fantastical ; the wedding, manEnter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beaurice, and nerly modest, as a measure full of state and others.

ancientry ; and then coines repentance, andy Leon. Was not count Johu here at supper? with his bad legs, falls into the cinqne-pace ant. I su w him not.

faster and faster, till he sink into his grave


Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly: Di John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a and hath withdrawn her father to break with church by day-light.

him about it : The ladies follow her, and but Leon. The revellers are entering ; brother, one visor remains. make good room.

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by

his bearing. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Baltha-D. John. Are not you signior Benedick?

zar; Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursu- Claud. You know me well; I am he. la, and others, masked.

D. John Signior, you are very near my bro D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with ther in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; ! your friend?

pray, you, dissuade him from her, she is no equal Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, for his birth : you may do the part of an honest and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, man in il. especially, when I walk away.

Claud. How know you he loves her ? D. Pedro. With me in your company?

D. John. I heard him swear his affection.
Hero. I may say so, when I please.

Bora. So did I too: and he swore he woul
D. Pedro. And when please you to say so? marry her to-night.
Hero. When I like your favour : for God de D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.
fend, the late should be like the case !

(Ereunt Don John and Borachio D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within! Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, the house is Jove.

But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. Tis certain 80 ;-the prince woos for himself. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

Friendship is constant in all other things,

[Takes her aside. Save in the office and affairs of love : Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own
Marg. So would not l, for your own sake; for tongues :
I have many ill qualities.

Let every eye negotiate for itself,
Bene. Which is one ?

And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. Bene. I love you the better : the hearers may This is an accident of hourly proof, cry, Amen.

Which I mistrusted not : Farewell therefore Marg. God match me with a good dancer !

Hero ! Balth. Amen.

Re-enter Benedick. Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when the dance is done !--Answer, clerk.

Bene. Count Claudio ?
Balth. No more words: the clerk is answered.

Claud. Yea, the same.
Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior Bene. Come, will you go with me?

Claud. Whither ?
Ant. At a word, I am not.

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your Urs. 1 know you by the waggling of your head. own business, count. What fashion will you Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. wear the garlaud of ? About your neck, like a Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless usurer's chain ? or under your arm, like a lieuyou were the very man: Here's his dry hand up tenant's scarf ? You must wear it one way, for and down ; you are he, you are he.

the prince hath got your Hero. Ant. At a word, I am not.

'Claud. I wish him joy of her.
Urs. Come, come: do you think I do not know Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest dro-
you by your excellent wit ? Can virtue hide it- ver : so they sell bullocks. But did you think
self 1 Go to, mum, you are he: graces will ap- the prince would have served you thus ?
pear, and there's an end.

Claud. I pray you, leave me.
Bent, Will you not tell me who told you so? Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man;
Bene. No, yon shall pardon me.

'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll
Bent. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? beat the post.
Bene. Not now.

Claud. 'If it will not be, I'll leave yon. [Erit. 'Beat. That I was disdainful, -and that I had Bene Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will be creep my good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales : into sedges. --But, that my lady Beatrice should Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. know me, and not know me! The prince's fool! Bene. What's he?

-Hal it may be, I go under that title, because Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. I am merry.--Yea ; but so; I am apt to do my. Bene Not I believe me.

self wrong: I am not so reputed : it is the base, Beat. Did he never make you laugh ? the bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the Bene. I pray you, what is he?

world into her person, and so gives me out. Beat Why, he is the prince's jester ; a very Well, I'll be revenged as I may. dull fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and

Re-enter Don Pedro. the commendation is not in his wit, but in his D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? villany : for he both pleaseth men, and angers Did you see him 1 them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him: Bene. Troth, my lord, I have play'd the part I am sure he is in the fleet: I would he had of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy boarded me.

as a lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell I told him true, that your grace had got the good him what you say.

will of this young lady: and I offered him my Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or company to a willow tree, either to make him two on me which, peradventure, not marked, a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; a rod, as being worthy to be whipped. and then there's a partridge's wing saved, for the D. Pedro. To be whipped ! What's his fault ? sool will eat no supper that night. [Musick Bene. The fiat transgression of a schoolboy ; within.) We must follow the leaders.

who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, Bene. In every good thing.

shows it his companion, and he steals it.
Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgres.
hem at the next turning.

sion 1 The transgression is in the stealer.
[Dance. Then ereunt all but Don John, Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had

Borachio, and Claudio. been made, and the garland too; for the garland

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he might have worn himself; and the rod he Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue. might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it,, Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : have stol'n his bird's nest.

I were but little happy, if I could say how much. D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and -Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: 1 give restore them to the owner.

away myself for you, and dote upon the ex. Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by change. my faith, you say honestly.

Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to his mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told neither. her, she is much wronged by you.

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry Bene. O, she misused me rast the endurance heart. of a block: an oak, but with one green leaf on Beat. Yea, my lord: I thank it, poor fool, it it, would have answered her; my very visor keeps on the windy side of care :-My cousin began to assume life, and scold with her: She tells him in his ear, that he is in her heart. told me, not thinking I had been myself, that 1 Claud. And so she doth, cousin. was the prince's jester: that I was duller than Beat. Good lord, for alliance !-Thus goes every a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with such one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; 1 impossible conveyance, upon me, that I stood may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh hol for a like a man at a márk, with a whole army shooting husband. at me: She speaks poniards, and every word D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her ter Beat. I would rather have one of your father's minations, there were no living near her, she getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like would infect the north star. I would not marry you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a her, though she were endowed with all that Adam maid could come by them. lad left him before he transgressed; she would D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady? have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, and Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have ano. have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, ther for working days; your grace is too costly talk not of her; you shall find her the infernal to wear every day :-But, 1 beseech your grace, Ate in good apparel. I would to God, some pardon me: I was born to speak all mirth, and scholar would conjure her; for, certainly, while no matter, she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, to be merry best becomes you; for, out of ques. because they would go thither: so, indeed, all tion, you were born in a merry hour. disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her. Beal. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; Re-enter Claudio, Beatrice, Hero, and Leonato. was I born.-Consins, God give you joy!

but then there was a star danced, and under thai D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.

Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I Bene. Will your grace command me any ser- told you of ? vice to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise pardon.

[Erit Beatrice me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker D. Pedr By my troth, a pleasant-spirited now from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you lady. the length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a Leon. There's little of the melancholy element hair off the great cham's beard: do you any em- in her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she bassage to the Piginies, rather than hold three sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard words' conference with this harpy : You have my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unDo employment for me?

happiness, and waked herself with laughing. D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good com- D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a pany.

husband. Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; 1 Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her cannot endure my lady Tongue.

[Erit. wooers out of suit. D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benethe heart of signior Benedick.

dick. Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; Leon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his married, they would talk themselves mad. single one: marry, once before he won it of me D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to with false dice, therefore, your grace may well go to church? sy, I have lost it.

Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you crutches, till love have all his rites. have put him down.

Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is Beai. So I would not he should do me, my lord, hence a just seven-night: and a time too brief lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have too, to have all things answer my mind. brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long Seek.

a breathing; but,' I warrant thee, Claudio, the D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the inare you sad?

terim, undertake one of Hercules' labours; which Claud. Not sad, my lord.

is, to bring signior Benedick and the lady Be. D. Pedro. How then ? sick ?

atrice into a mountain of affection, the one with Claud. Neither, my lord.

the other. I would fain have it a match; and I Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an minister such assistance as I shall give you diorange, and something of that jealous com- rection. plexion.

Leon. My lord, 1 am for you, though it cost D. Pedr. l' faith, lady, I think your blazon me ten nights' watchings. to be true; though, l'll be sworn, if he be so, his Claud. And I, my lord. conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? thy name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to with her father, and his good will obtained : name help my cousin to a good husband. the day of marriage, and God give thee joy! D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhope

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and fullest husband that I know: thus far can I praise with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, watch, and all grace say Amen to it! land confirmed honesty. I will teach you how


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