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So the life, that died with shame,
Praising ber when I am dumb.-
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Midnight, alift our moan ;
Yearly will I do this rite.
The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well.
Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several way.
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go.
Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speed's, Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! [Exeunt.
A Room in Leonato's House.
Enter LEONATO, Antonio, Benedick, BEATRICI,
URSULA, Friar, and Hero.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ?
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd her,
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things fort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Bene. To bind me, or undo nie, one of them.-
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most true.
Leon. The fight whereof, I think, you had from 'me,
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help
. Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
Enter Don PEDRO, and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Claudio;
Claud, I'll hold my mind, were the an Ethiop.
[Exit ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the
matter, That you
have such a February face,
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the favage bull :-
Bene. Bull Jove, fir, had an amiable low;
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies maskid.
Claud. Why,then she's mine : Sweet, let me see your face.
Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her,
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar;
[Unmasking And when you lov’d, you were my other husband,
Claud. Another Hero ?
Nothing certainer :
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene, Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ?
Bene. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did.
Bene. They swore that you were almost fick for me. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me, Bene, 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do not love me? Beat, No, truly, but in friendly recompence.
Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her ;
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts !-Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good day,
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How doft thou, Benedick the married man ?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handfome about him': In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have faid against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be
kinsman, live unbruis'd, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou would't have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell’d thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of quertion, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends ;-let's have a dance