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Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps fo dull and heavy;
Since summer was first leafy:
Pedro. Ha, no, no, faith; thou sing'st well enough for a shift.
Bene. (afide. ] If he had been a dog, that should have howld thus, they would have hang'd him ; and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief! I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.
Pedro. Yea, marry, doft thou hear, Baltbazar? I pray thee get us some excellent musick; for to morrow night we would have it at the lady Hero's chamber-window.
Balth. The best I can, my lord. (Exit Balthazar.
Pedro. Do so: farewel. Come hither, Leonato ; what was it you told me of to day, that your Niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick ? Claud. O, ay;
-stalk on, stalk on, the fowl fits. [afide to Pedro.] I did never think that lady would have loved any man.
Leon. No, nor I neither ; but most wonderful, that she should so doat on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seem'd ever to abhor.
Bene. Is't possible, fits the wind in that corner? (Afde.
Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it; s but that she loves him with an inraged affection, it is past the infinite of thought.
Pedro. 5 but that she loves him with an are jumbled together and made inraged affection, it is paft the For- but that she loves INFINITE of thought.] It is im- him with an inraged effe&tion, possible to make Sense and Gram- is only part of a fentence which mar of this speech. And the hould conclude thus,- is most reason is, that the two begin- certain. But a new idea striking nings of two different sentences the speaker, he leaves this fen
Pedro. May be, the doth but counterfeit.
Leon. O God! counterfeit? there was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion, as she discovers it.
Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shews she?
Leon. What effects, my lord ? she will fit you, you heard my daughter tell you how.
Claud. She did, indeed.
Pedro. How, how, I pray you? you amaze me: I would have thought, her fpirit had been invincible against all affaults of affection.
Leon. I would have sworn, it had, my lord; especially against Benedick.
Bene. [Afde.] I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, fure, hide himself in such reverence.
Claud. He hath ta’en th' infection, hold it up. [Afide.
Pedro. Hath the made her affection known to Benedick?
tence unfinished, and turns to For Idiots, in this case of favout, another, It is paft the infinite would of though which is likewise Be wisely Definite.left unfinished; for it should con i. e, could tell how to pronounce clude thus -to say how great or determine in the case. WARB. that affection is. These broken Here are difficulties raised ondisjointed sentences are usual in ly to fhew how easily they can conversation. However there is be removed. The plain sense is, one word wrong, which yet per- I know not what to tbink otherplexes the sense, and that is IN wise, but that she loves him with FINITE. Human thought can an enraged affection : It (this afnot surely be called infinite with fection) is past the infinite of any kind of figurative propriety. thought. Here are no abrupt I lippose the true reading was stops, or imperfect sentences. Definite. This makes the Infinite may well enough stand; passage intelligible. It is past the it is used by more careful writers DEFINITE of thought. e. for indefinite: And the speaker onit cannot be defined or conceived ly means, that thought, though how
great that affection is. Shake. in itself unbounded, cannot reach Spear uses the word again in the or estimate the degree of her same sente in Cymbeline. passion. 3
Leon. No, and swears she never will; that's her torment.
Claud. 'Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says: shall I, says she, that have so oft encounter'd him with fcorn, write to him that I love him?
Leon. This says she now, when she is beginning to write to him; for she'll be up twenty times a night, and there she will sit in her smock, 'till she have wiic a sheet of paper-my daughter tells us all.
Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of.
Leon. Oh, when she had writ it, and was reading it over, the found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet.
Leon: O, The tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; rail'd at herself, that she should be so immodest, to write to one that, she knew, wou'd flout her : I measure him, says she, by my own Spirit, for, I fhould flout him if he writ to me, yea, though I love him, I should.
Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses ; O sweet Benedick! God give me patience!
Leon. She doth, indeed, my daughter says so; and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that my daughter is sometime afraid, she will do desperate outrage to herself; it is very true.
60, Me tore the Letter into a to the old silver Penny which had thofand half-pence ;) i. e. into a Creafe running ross-zise over a thousand Pieces of the same it, so that it might be broke inbigness. This is farther explain- to two or four equal picccs, ed by a Passage in As you like it. half-penee, or farthings. -There were nene principal;
THEOBALD. they were all like one another as How the quotation explains half-pence are.
the pasige, to which it is apIn both places the Poet alludes plied, I cannot discover. VOL. III.
Pedro. It were good that Benedick knew of it by fome other, if she will not discover it.
Claud. To what end ? he would but make a sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.
Pedro. If he should, it were an Alms to hang him; she's an excellent sweet lady, and (out of all suspicion) she is virtuous.
Claud. And she is exceeding wise.
Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory; I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.
Pedro. I would, she had bestow'd this dotage on me; I would have dafft all other respects, and made her half myself. I pray you, tell Binedick of it; and hear what he will say..
Leon. Were it good, think you ?
Claud. Hero thinks, surely she will die ; for she says, she will die if he love her not, and she will die ere the make her love known, and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustom'd crofiness.
Pedro. She doth well, if she should make tender of her love, 'tis very possible, he'll scorn it; for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit
. ? Claud. He is a very proper man. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness. Claud. 'Fore God, and, in my mind, very wise.
Pedro. He doth, indeed, shew some sparks that are like wit.
Léon. And I take him to be valiant.
Pedro. As Heilor, I assure you; and in the managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for either
7 Contemptible Spirit ] That his verbal adjectives with great is, a temper inclined to scorn and licence. There is therefore no contempt
. It has been before need of changing the word with remarked, that our authour ules Sir T. Hanmer to contemptuous.
he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes them with a christian-like fear.
Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.
Pedro. And so will he do, for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your Niece: shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love?
Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out with good counsel.
Leon. Nay, that's impossible, she may wear her heart out first.
Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter ; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well ; and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy to have so good a lady.
Leon. My Lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready.
Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
[ Afide. Pedro. Let there be the fame net spread for her, and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, when they hold an opinion of one another's dorage, and no such matter ; that's the Scene that I would fee, which will be meerly a Dumb Show; let us send her to call him to dinner. [ Afide.) [Exeunt.
S CE N E X.
Benedick adyances from the Arbour.
Bene. This can be no trick, the conference was sadly borne.—They have the truth of this from Hero ; they seem to pity the lady ; it seems, her affections have the full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear, how I am censur’d; they say, I will