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DON PEDRO, Prince of Arragon,
likewise to Don Pedro.
Followers of Don John.
Two foolish Officers.
Gentlewomen altending on Hero.
DON PEDRO, Prince of Arragon.
likewise to Don Pedro.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
Hero, Daughter to Leonato. BEATRICE, Niece to Leonato. MARGARET,} Gentlewomen altending on Hera URSULA, Messengers, Watch, and Attendants. SCENE, - Messina
SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others,
with a Messenger. Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Dess. He is very near by this; he was not three leagues off, when I left him.
Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ?
Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers.
I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio.
Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally re membered by Don Pedro: He hath borne hiinself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the Agure
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 4a 1.
of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how.
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.
Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy could not shew itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness.
Leon. Did he break out into tears?
Mess. In great measure.
Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping!
Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned from the wars, or no?
Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was none such in the army of any sort.
Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece?
Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Padua.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and challenged Cupid at the flight and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt.-I pray you, how many hath be killed and eaten in these wars ? But how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.
Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these wars.
Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an excellent stomach.
Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.
Beat. And a good soldier to a lady;-But what is he to a lord ?
Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed man: but for the stuffing,-Well, we are all mortal
Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her: they never meet, but there is a skirmish of wit between them.
Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last