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CLAUD. To the tuition of God: From my house (if I
discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and
[Exit BENEDICK. Claud. My Liege, your Highness now may do me good. D. PEDRO. My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?
Saying I lik’d her ere I went to wars.
And tire the hearer with a book of words.
That thou begann'st to twist so fine a story?
That know Love's grief by his complexion !
I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.
2 tags from letters and scraps from plays.
3 settled once for all.
And I will fit thee with the remedy.
SCENE II. LEONATO's House.
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO his Brother.
LEON. How now, Brother? Where is my cousin, your
son? Hath he provided this music? Ant. He is very busy about it. But, Brother, I can tell
you news that you yet dream'd not of. LEON. Are they good ? Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have a good
cover, they shew well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleach’d'alley in my orchard, were thus overheard by a man of mine : the Prince discover'd to Claudio that he lov'd my niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with
of it. LEON. Hath the fellow any wito that told you this? ANT. A good sharp fellow : I will send for him, and
question him yourself. LEON. No, no; we will hold it as a dream till it appear
itself. But I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepar'd for an answer,
peradventure this be true. Go you, and tell her of it. [Several persons cross the stage.] Cousins, you know what you have to do. O, I cry you mercy, Friend; go
I you with me, and I will use your skill. Good Cousins, have a care this busy time.
[exeunt. I close-hedged.
SCENE III. The Same.
Enter John the Bastard and CONRADE his Companion. Con. What the good-year," my Lord! why are you thus
out of measure sad? D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds
therefore the sadness is without limit. Con. You should hear reason. D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing
bringeth it? Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance. D. John. I wonder that thou, being (as thou say'st thou
art) born under Saturn, go'st about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and
; clawo no man in his humour. Con. Yea; but
must not make the full show of this till you may do it without controlment. You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace. Where it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself, it is needful that you frame the season
for your own harvest. D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a
rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be
D. JOHN. I make all use of it, for I use it only.
comes here? What news, Borachio?
Who ACT I
your brother, is royally entertain’d by Leonato; and
I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.
What is he for a fool that betroths himself to
way looks he?
nato. D. John. A very forward March-chick! How came you
to this? BORA. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was
smoking' a musty room, comes me the Prince and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad? conference: I whipt behind the arras; and there heard it agreed upon that the Prince should woo Hero for himself, and
having obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio. D. JOHN. Come, come, let us thither : this may prove
food to my displeasure. That young start-up hath all
You are both sure,
greater that I am subdued. 'Would the cook were of
my mind! Shall we go prove what's to be done? BORA. We'll wait upon your Lordship.
[exeunt. 1 with burning juniper.
Scene I. LEONATO's House.
Enter LEONATO, his Brother, his Wife, HERO his Daughter,
BEATRICE his Niece, and a Kinsman.
see him but I am heart-burn'd an hour after.
in the mid-way between him and Benedick: the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the other
too like my Lady's eldest son, evermore tattling. Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count
John's mouth and half Count John's melancholy in
Signior Benedick's face-
money enough in his purse, such a man would win any
woman in the world—if he could get her good will. LEON. By my troth, Niece, thou wilt never get thee a
husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. Ant. In faith, she is too curst.? BEAT. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen
God's sending that way. For it is said God sends a curst cow short horns; but to a cow too curst He
sends none. LEON. So, by being too curst, God will send you no
horns ? BEAT. Just, if He send me no husband : for the which
blessing I am at Him upon my knees every morning and evening. Lord! I could not endure a husband with
a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.3 LEON. You may light upon a husband that hath no beard. BEAT. What should I do with him ? dress him in my
apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth; and he
3 (1) in blankets, or (2) in my shroud.