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Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it; have marry her to-night.

itol'n his bird's nett. Jolx. Conie, let us to the banquet.

Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and restore [Exeunt John and Bora: them to the owner. Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, Bene. If their finging answer your saying, by But hear thesc ill news with the ears of Claudio. my faith; you say honestly. 'Tis certain fo :--the prince wooes for himself. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you ; Friendihip is constant in all other things, the gentleman; that danc'd with her; told her, the Save in the office and affairs of love :

is much wrong'd by you. Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues : Bene. O, she misus'd me past the endurance of Let every eye negotiate for itself,

a block: an oak, but with one green leaf on it, And truit no agent : for beauty is a witch, would have answer'd her ; my very visor began to Againft whose chai ms faith melteth into blood. assume life and scold with her : She told me, not This is an accident of hourly proof,

thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's Which I miltrusted not : Farewell therefore, Hero. jefter ; and that I was duller than a great thaw; Re-enter Benedick.

huddling jest upon jeft, with such impossible conBene. Count Claudio ?

veyance, upon me, that I ftood like a man at a Claud. Yea, the fame.

mark, with a whole army shooting at me: She Bone. Corne, will you go with me?

speaks poignards, and every word stabs : if her Clund. Whither?

breath were as terrible as her terminations, there Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own were no living near her, she would infect to the business, count. What fa.hion will you wear the north ftar. I would not marry her, though the garland of ? About your neck, like an usurer's were endowed with all that Adam had left him chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's before he transgress's : The would have made Herscarf: You must wear it one way, for the prince cules have turn'd spit ; yea, and have cleft his club bah got your Hero.

to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her; Claud. I wish him joy of her.

you thall find her the internal Até in good appaBeme. Why, that's spoken like an honest dro-rel. I would to God, fome scholar would conjure ver; so they fell bullocks. But did you think the her; for, certainly, while the is here, a man may prince would have served you thus ?

live as quiet in hell, as in a fanctuary; and people Claud. I pray you leave me.

fin upon purpose, because they would go thither : Bere. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; ro, indeed, all difquiet, horror, and perturbation ' Is the boy thai stole your meal, and you'll beat follow her. the poit.

Enter Claudio, Beatrice, Leonato, and Hero. Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Exit. Pedro. Look, here ihe comes.

Benc. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep Bene. Will your grace command me any service into íedges.But, that my ladly Beatrice should to the world's end ? I will go on the lightert erknow me, and not know me! The prince's fool : rand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to -}la? it may be I go under that title, because send me on ; I will fetch you a tooth-picker now I am merry.-Yea; but so; I am apt to do my- from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you the self wrong : I am not so reputed : it is the base, length of Prester John's foot ; fetch you a hair off though bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the the great Cham's beard ; do you any emballage to world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, the Pigmies, rather than hold three words confera I'll be reveng'd as I may.

ence with this harpy: You have no employment Re-enter Don Pedro.

for me? Pedro. Now, lignior, where's the count? Did Pedro. None, but to desire your good company. you see him ;

Bene. O God, fır, here's a dish I love not ; I canBene. Truth, my lord, I have played the part of not endure my lady Tongue. Lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a Pedro. Come, lady, come ; you have lost the lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told heart of signior Benedick. him true, that your grace had got the good will of Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; this young lady; and I offered him my company to and I gave him use for it, a double heart for a a willow trec, either to make him a garland, as fingle one : marry, once before he won it of me beitig forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being with falle dice, therefore your grace may well say, worthy to be whipe.

I have lost it.
Pedro. To be whipt! What's his fault?

Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you have Bene. The flat transgression of a 1chool-boy ; put him down. whe, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, Bear. So I would not he should do me, my lord, thews it his companion, and he fteals it. left I thould prove the mother of fools. I have

Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression brought count Claudio, whom you fent me to seek. The transgreition is in the stealer.

Pedro. Wly, how now, count! wheretére are Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had you rad?. been made, and the garland too; for the garlandt Claud. Not fad, my lord. he might have worn burnfelf, and the rod he nigiit Podro. How then è ink:


Claud. Neither, my lord:

Claud. To-morrow; my lrd: Time goes on Beni. The count is neitier fad, nor fick, nor crutches, till love have all his rites. merry, nor well : but civil, count; civil as an Leon. Not till Monday, my dear fon, which is orange, and something of that jealous complexion. hence a just seven-night: and a time too brief too,

Pedro. I'Fat!, lady, I think your bl azon to be to have all things antwer my mind. true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be to, his con Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long ceit is false. Here, Claudie, I have wooed in thy a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with time thall not go dully by us; I will in the interim, her father, and his good will obtained ; name the undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is, to day of marriage, and God give thee joy! bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with a mountain of affection, the one with the other. I her my fortunes : his grace hath made the match, would fain have it a match; and I doubt not to and all grace iay Amen to it!

fashion it, if you three will but minister fuch asBeat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.

fit:nce as I Thall give you direction. Claud. Silence is the perfecteit herald of joy : 1 Lion. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me were but little happy, if I could say how much.-- ten nights' watching. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away Claud. And I, my lord. myself for you, and doat upon the exchange. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero ?

Beat. Speak, cousin : or, if you cannot, for his Hero. I will do any modet oftice, my lord, to mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither. help my cousin to a good husband. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.

Pedio. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it husband that I know : thus far I can praise him ; keeps on the windy side of care :--My couín tells he is of a noble strain, of approv'd valour, and conhim in his ear, that he is in her heart.

firm'd honesty. I will teach you how to humour Claud. And so the doth, cousin.

your cousin, that the thall fall in love with BeneBeai. Good lord, for alliance !--Thus goes every dick :--And I, with your two helps, will lo pracone to the world' but I, and I am fum-btrn'd; I tise on Benedick, that in derpight of his quick may fit in a corner, and cry, heigh-lio! for a hut- wit and his queafy stomach, he thall fall in love band.

with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no Pedro. Lady Be.trice, I will get you one. longer an archer ; his glory shall be ours, for we

Bear. I would rather have one of your father's are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you tell you my drift.

[Exeunt. Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid

SC EN E II. could come by them. Pedro. Will you have me, ladly?

Another Spartment in Leonato's House. Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another

Entor Don John and Borachia. for working days ; your grace is too carly to near Fohn. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry the every day :--But, I beieech your grace, parcon daughter of Leonato. me; I was born to speak all mith, and no matter. Bora. Yep, my lord, but I can cross it.

Pedro. Your Slence most offends me, and to be John. Any bar, any crois, any impediment will merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, you be medicinable to me: I am fick in diipleasure to were born in a merry hour.

him; and whatsoever comes athwart his attection, Brei. No, fure, my lord, my mother cry'd; ranges evenly with mine. How canit thou cross but then there was a ftar dancil, and under that 1 this marriage? was born. Cousins, God give you joy.

Bora. Not bonefly, my lord ; but so covertly Leon. Niece, will you look to thvie things I told that no dishonesty thall appear in me.

Four. Shew me briefiy how'. Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-—By your grace's Bera. I think, I told your lordthip, a year since, pardon.

[Exit Butrice. how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. waiting gentlewoman to Hero.

Leon. There's little of the melancholy element Yohrt. I remember. in her, my lord : the is never fad, but when she Bora. I can, at any unreasonable instant of the Necps ; and not ever fad then ; for I have heard my night, appoint her to look out at her Lady's chandaughter say, the hath often dream'd of unhappi- ber window. ness?, and wak'd herself with laughing.

John. What life is in that, to be the death of Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tellofa husband. this marriage?

Lcon. O, by no means ; she mocks all her wooers Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. out of fuit.

Go you to the prince your brother; fpare not to tell Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. liim, that he hath wrong'u his honour in marrying

Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a the renown’d Claudio (whole ettimation do you week marry'd, they would talk themselves mad. mightily hold up) to a contaminated itale, such a

Pido. Count Claudiu, when mean you to go one as Hero. to church?

John. What proof Mall I make of that ? i To go to the world was a phrase then" in use, fignilying, to be married. 2 Unhappiness here Ignifics, a wild, waaton, unlucky trick.


you of?

Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex another virtuous; yet I am well : but till all graces Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato : Look be in one woman, one woman thall not come in you for any other iffue ?

my grace. Rich the shall be, that's certain ; wile, Jobu. Only to despite them, I will endeavour or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; an ihing.

fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw not near me ; noble, or not I for an angel; of Don Pedro, and the count Claudio, alone : tell good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair them, that you know Hero loves me; intend a shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! the kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as prince and monsieur Love? I will hide me in the in a love of your brother's honour who hath made arbour.

[17ithdraws. this match ; and his friend's reputation, who is thus Enier Don Pedro, Leonato, Claudio, and Balthazar. like to be cozen’d with the semblance of a maid, Pedro. Come, shall we hear tinis musick? that you have discover'd thus. They will scarcely Claud. Yea, my good lord :-How ftill the believe this without trial: Offer them instances ;

evening is, which shall bear no less likelihood, than to see me As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! at her chamber window ; hear me call Margaret, Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid himself? Hero; hear Margaret term me Claudio; and bring Claud. O very well, my lord: the mufick ended, them to see this, the very night before the in- We'll fit the i kid-fox with a penny-worth. tended wedding : for, in the mean time, I will lo Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that fong again. fashion the matter, that Hero Thall be absent; and Baith. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's To Nander musick any more than once. disloyalty, that jealousy shall be calld assurance, Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, and all the preparation over-thrown.

To put a strange face on his own perfection : Foba. Grow this to what adverse issue can, I pray thee, fing, and let me woo no more. I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the work Batth. Because you talk of wooing, I will fing: ing this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. Since many a wooer doth commence his fuit

Bora. Be thou constant in the accusation, and To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he wooes; my cunning Mall not shame me.

Yet will he fwear he loves. Holm. I will presently go learn their day of mar Pedra. Nay, pray thee, come: riage.

[Exeunt. Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

Do it in notes.

Balth. Note this before my notes,
Leonato's Orchard.

There's not a note of mine, that's worth the noting.
Enter Benedick and a boy.

Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he speaks; Bene. Boy,—

Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! Boy. Signior.

Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his foul raBene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring vith'd !--Is it not strange, that sheeps guts thould it hither to me in the orchard.

hale souls out of men's bodies ?-Well, a horn for Boy. I am here already, fir.

my money, when all's done. Bine. I know that ;--but I would have thee

S ON G. hence, and here again. [Exit Boy.)-I do much wonder, that one man, seeing how much another

Sigh no more, ladies, Sigh no more, man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to

Men were deceivers ever ; love, will, after he hath laugh’d at such shallow

One foot in sea, ard one m hore ; follies in others, become the argument of his own

To one thing confioint never : fcorn, by falling in love : And such a man is Clau

Then ligh not so, dio. I have known, when there was no musick

But let them go, with him but the drum and the fife ; and now had he

And be


blih and bonny; rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known,



your sounds of woo when he would have walk'd ten mile afoot, to fce

Into, Hey nonny, nonny. a good armour ; and now will he lye ten nights

Sing no more ditties, ring no mo awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He

Of dumps fo dull and heavy; was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like

The fraudi of men were ever so, an honeft man, and a soldier ; and now is he turn'd

Since Summer first was leavy. orthographer ; his words are a very fantastical ban

Ther figh not jo, &c. quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be 10 converted, and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; Ped: o. By my troth, a good song. I think not : I wil not be sworn, but love may Baith. And an ill finger, my lord. transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my path Pedro. Ha? no; no, faith; thou fing'st well on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall enough for a shift. never make me such a fool. One woman is fair; Bene. [ Aside.] An he had been a dog, that thould yet I am well : another is wise ; yet I am well :(lave howl'd thus, they would have hang'd him :

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and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief ! 'tween the sheet ? I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come what Claud. That. plague could have come afier it.

Leon. O, The tore the letter into a thousand half. Pedro. Y ea, marry ;-Doft thou hear,Balthazar? Spence ? ; rail'd at herself, that the should be so I pray thee, get us some excellent musick; for immodest to write to one that the knew would to-morrow night we would have it at the lady Aout her: I meafure bim, says the, by my own spirit'; Hero's chamber-window.

for, I should fout bim, if be writ to me; yea, :hougb Balıb. The best I can, my lord. [Ex. Balıbaz.ır. I love bim, I should.

Pedro. Do so: farewell. Come hither, Leonato; Claud. Then down upon her knees the falls, What was it you told me of to-day, that your niece weeps, fobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, Beatrice was in love with signior Benedick? curles ;-0 sweet Benedick! God give me patience.

Claud. O, ay ;--Stalk on, ítalk on, the fowl Leon. She doth indeed; my daughter says so : fits". [Afide to Pedro.] I did never think that lady and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that would have lov'd any man.

my daughter is sometime afraid the will do defLeo. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, perate outrage to herself; It is very true. that the should so dote on signior Benedlick, whom Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it the hath in all outward behaviours seem'd ever to by some other, if she will not discover it. .ablor.

Claud. To what end? He would but make a Bene. Is't pollible? Sits the wind in that corner ? sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.

[-4fide. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang Loon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what him : She's an excellent fwcer lady ; and, out of to think of it, but that the loves him with an en- all fufpicion, she is virtuous. raged affection :- it is past the infinite of thought. Claud. And the is exceeding wise.

Pedro. May be, the doth but counterfeit. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. Claud. Faith, like enough.

Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating Loon. O God! counterteit! There never was in fo tender a body, we have ten proofs to one counterfeit of passion came so near the life of par-that blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, fon, as the discovers it.

as I have just cause, being her uncle and her Pedro. Why, what effects of passion fhews the guardian. Claud. Bait the hook well ; this filh will bite. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage

[ Afide. on me; I would have daff’d 3 all other respects, Leon. What effects, my lord ! She will fit you1,– and made her lualf myself: I pray you, tell BeneYou heard my daughter tell you how.

dick of it, and hear what he will say. Claud. She did, indeed.

Leon. Were it good, think you ? Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die : for me: I would have thought her spirit had been in the says, she will cie if le love her not; and the vincible against all alfaults of affection.

will die ere the make her love known; and the Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; espe- will die if he woo her, rather than the will bate cially against Benedick.

one breath of her accultom'd croilneis. Bene. [-4ade.] I Mould think this a gull, but Pedro. She doth well : if the should make tenthat the white-bearded fellow speaks it : knavery der of her love, 'tis very potlible, he'll scorn it ; cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence. for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible 4 Claud. He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up. fpirit.

[Afde. Claud. He is a very proper man. Pedro. Hath the made her affection known to Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward hapBenedick?

piness. Leon. No; and swears the never will : that's Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind very wise. her torment.

Pedro. He doth, indeed, thew some sparks that Claud, 'Tis true, indeed ; so your daughter says : are like wit. Sball 1, says ihe, ibal have so oft encounter'd bim Leon. And I take him to be valiant. with fcorn, write to him ebar I love bim?

Pedro. As Hector, I allure you : and in the Leon. This says the now when he is beginning managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for to write to bim : for The'll be up twenty times no either he avoids them with great discretion, or unnight ; and there the will fit in her finock, 'till dertakes them with a christian-like fear. Me have writ a sheet of paper :-my daughter tells Leon. If he do fear God, he mutt necessarily us all.

keep peace; if he break the peace, he oughs Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re- to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. member a pretty jest your daughter told us of. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doch

Lcon. Oh, When the lead writ it, and was read- fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some ing it over, the found Benedick and Beatrice be- large jerts he will make. Well, I am forry for

• This alludes to the practice of shooting with a palking-horse; by which the fowler anciently concealed himself from the light of the game. 2 That is, into a thousand pieces of the same bigness. 3 To daf like to dof, meant to do off, to put aside. 4 i. e, contemptuous.


your niece: Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell virtuous ;-—-'tis so, I cannot reprove it :-and him of her love?

wise—but for loving me :--By my troth, it is no Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear addition to her wit ;-nor no great argument of it out with good counsel.

her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. Leon. Nay, that's impossible ; The may wear her I may chance have fome odd quirks and remnants heart out first.

of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd so long Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your against marriage : But doth not the appetite alter ? daughter ; let it cool the while. I love Benedick A man loves the meat in his youth, that he canwell; and I could with he would modestly ex- not endure in his age :--Shall quips, and sentences, amine himself, to see how much he is unworthy and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man to have so good a lady.

from the career of his humour ? No: the world Leon. My lord, will you walk : dinner is ready. must be peopled. When I said, I would die a

Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I batchelor, I did not think I should live till I were will never trust my expectation. [ Afide. marry'd.--Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's

Pedre. Let there be the same net spread for her, a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen

Enter Beatrice. carty. The sport will be, when they hold an Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you opinion of one another's dotage, and no such mat- come in to dinner. ter; that's the scene that I would see, which Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, to call him to dinner. [Afide.] (Exeunt. than you take pains to thank me; if it had been

Benedick advances from the arbour. painful, I would not have come. Bene. This can be no trick: The conference was Bene. You take pleasure then in the message ? sally' borne.— They have the truth of this from Beat. Yea, just as much as you may take upon Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her a knife's point, and choak a daw withal : -You afrections have the full bent. Love me! why, it have no stomach, signior ; fare you well. [Exit. must be requited. I hear how I am censur’d: they Bene. Ha! Against my will I am fent to bid you say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the come in to dinner there's a double meaning in that. love come from her ; they say too, that the will I took no more pains for those ibanks, sban you

tako rather die than give any sign of affection.—I did pains to thank me- that's as much as to say, Any never think to marry :-I must not seem proud : pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks : happy are they that hear their detractions, and if I do not take pity of her, I am a villain ; if I can put them to mending. They say, the lady is do not love her, I am a Jew : I will go get her picfair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness : and cure.


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Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant yout, pres Continues in tbe Orchard.



Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.

As we do trace this alley up and down, . OOD Margaret, run thee into the par-Our talk must orily be of Benedick: lour;

When I do name him, let it be thy part There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice

To praife him more than ever man did merit : Proposing with the prince and Claudio :

My talk to thee must be, how Benedick Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula

Is fick in love with Beatrice : Of this matter Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse

Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
Is all of her ; fay, that thou overheard'It us ;

That only wounds by hear-say. Now begin,
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honey-suckles, ripen’d by the sun,

Enter Beatrice, bebind.
Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites, For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, nina
Male proud by princes, that advance their pride Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
Againit that power that bred it :-there will the Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
hide her,

Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, To listen our propose 2 : This is thy office, And greedily devour the treacherous bait : Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. So angle we for Beatrice; who even now

» Thas is, seriouQy held.

. That is, our discourse,

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