Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foul- Leon. Friar, it cannot be. Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Leon. I know not. If they speak but truth of her, : These hands shall tear her if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Pause a while, Leon. What shall become of this? What Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Leon. Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. Friar. 'Tis well consented: presently away; For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure. Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure. [Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. I will not desire that. Beat. You have no reason; I do it freely. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! [ship? Bene. Is there any way to show such friendBeat. A very even way, but no such friend. Bene. May a man do it? Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you is not that strange? Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing.--I am sorry for my cousin. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Bene. Come, bid me do anything for thee. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Beat. You kill me to deny it. Farewell. Beat. I am gone, though I am here:-there Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio hath wronged Hero? [soul. Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a Bene. Enough! I am engaged; I will challenge him. I will kiss your hand, and so leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin : I must say she is dead: and so, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Prison. Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns; Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined? let them come before master constable. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name, friend? Bora. Borachio. [sirrah? Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.-Yours, is no love in you.-Nay, I pray you, let me is Conrade. Bene. Beatrice, Beat. In faith, I will go. Bene. We'll be friends first. [go. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy. - Dogb. Write down master gentleman Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve God:-and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains! Beat. Is he not approved in the height a-Masters, it is proved already that you are little villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dis- better than false knaves; and it will go near honoured my kinswoman?-O that I were a to be thought so shortly. How answer you man!--What! bear her in hand until they for yourselves? come to take hands; and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour, O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice, Beat. Talk with a man out at a window !a proper saying! Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir: I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Dogb. Well, stand aside-Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have you writ down-that they are none? Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine: you must call forth the watch that are their accusers. Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way.Let the watch come forth.-Masters, I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice,Beat. Sweet Hero!-she is wronged, she is Islandered, she is undone. Bene. BeatBeat. Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count confect; a sweet gallant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and I Watch. This man said, sir, that Don men are only turned into tongue, and trim John, the prince's brother, was a villain. ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules Dogb. Write down-Prince John a villain. that only tells a lie, and swears it.—I cannot-Why, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a brother villain. Bora. Master constable,woman with grieving. [I love thee. Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, like thy look, I promise thee. Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Sexton. What heard you him say else? 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully. Dogb. Flat burglary as ever was committed. I Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. Dogė. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. Sexton. What else? 2 Watch. This is all. Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away: Hero was in this manner accused; in this very manner refused; and, upon the grief of this, suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, and show him their examination. [Exit. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton? let him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.-Come, bind them.-Thou naughty varlet ! Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years?-Ó that he were here to write me down an ass!-but, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.-No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any in Messina; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him.-Bring him away.-O that I had been writ down an ass! [Exeunt. ACT V. As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune My griefs cry louder than advertisement. Make those that do offend you suffer too. Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do so. My soul doth tell me Hero is belied; [prince, Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. well, my lord : Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one. D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. [ling, Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelyour-Some of us would lie low. Claud. Who wrongs him? Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou: Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; I fear thee not. SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House. Enter Leonato and Antonio. Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill self; And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief Against yourself. Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve; give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear [mine. But such a one whose wrongs do suit with Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience; [mine, Measure his woe the length and breadth of And let it answer every strain for strain; Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear : In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and That I am forc'd to lay my reverenice by, [me, And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. I say thou hast belied mine innocent child : Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, And she lies buried with her ancestors; Leon. Leon. Canst thou so daft me? Thou hast kill'd my child : If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : But that's no matter; let him kill one first : Win me, and wear me,-let him answer me.Come, follow me, boy! come, sir boy, come, follow me! Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. Leon. Brother, -- Enter Benedick. D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went to seek. Claud. Now, signior, what news? Bene. Good day, my lord. D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: you are almost come to part almost a fray. Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth. D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother. What thinkest thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came to seek you both. Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit? Bene. It is in my scabbard : shall I draw it? D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit.-I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale.-Art thou sick, or angry? Claud. What, courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the Ant. Content yourself. God knows I lov'd career, an' you charge it against me. I pray my niece; And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, Leon. But, brother Antony,- My heart is sorry for your daughter's death: But what was true, and very full of proof. D. Pedro. Leon. I will not hear you. No? Come, brother, away.-I will be heard.- you, choose another subject. Claud. Nay then, give him another staff: this last was broke cross. more. D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and I think he be angry indeed. [girdle. Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Bene. You are a villain ;-I jest not :-I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare.-Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear from you. [good cheer. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Claud. I' faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say my knife's naught.-Shall I not find a woodcock too? Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. " D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day. I said, thou hast a fine wit: "True," says she, "a fine little one.' "No," said I, a great wit: Right," says she, "a great cross one." "Nay," said I, good wit:" Just," said she, it hurts nobody." "Nay," said I, "the gentleman is wise: "Certain," said she, a wise gentleman.' "Nay," said, I "he hath the tongues:" a "That I believe," said she, "for he swore a Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own thing to me on Monday night, which he for-division; and, by my troth, there's one meanswore on Tuesday morning: there's a double ing well suited. tongue there's two tongues." Thus did she, an hour together, trans-shape thy particular virtues yet at last she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy. Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said she cared not. D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an' if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that you are thus bound to your answer? this learned constable is too cunning to be understood: what's your offence? Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine answer: do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes: what your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me con Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw fessing to this man, how Don John your him when he was hid in the garden. brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero; D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage how you were brought into the orchard, and bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head? saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here how you disgraced her, when you should dwells Benedick the married man!" marry her my villainy they have upon reBene. Fare you well, boy; you know my cord: which I had rather seal with my mind. I will leave you now to your gossip-death, than repeat over to my shame. The like humour: you break jests as braggarts do lady is dead upon mine and my master's false their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not. accusation; and briefly, I desire nothing but -My lord, for your many courtesies I thank the reward of a villain. you I must discontinue your company: your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina : you have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady. For my lord Lackbeard there, be and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. [Exit. D. Pedro. He is in earnest. D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is an ape a doctor to such a man. D. Pedro. But, soft you, let me be: pluck up, my heart, and be sad! Did he not say my brother was fled? Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio. Dogb. Come, you, sir: if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance. Nay, an' you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to. D. Pedro. How now! two of my brother's men bound? Borachio, one? Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord. D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done? D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. [to this? D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on Bora. Yea; and paid me richly for the [treachery : practice of it. D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of And fled he is upon this villainy. [appear Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs: by this time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of the matter: and masters, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. Verg. Here, here comes master signior his eyes, That, when I note another man like him, Yea, even I alone. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyHere stand a pair of honourable men, [self: Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false A third is fled, that had a hand in it.report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death: secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and Record it with your high and worthy deeds; lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, Claud. I know not how to pray your they are lying knaves. patience; [self; D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourdone; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; Impose me to what penance your invention sixth and lastly, why they are committed; Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not, and, to conclude, what you lay to their charge? But in mistaking. |