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will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enfore'd Enter Ursula.

To call young Claudió to a reckoning for it. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; Leon. Well

, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, yonder's old coili at home: it is proved my lady Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; Hero hath been salsely accused, the prince and And when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour author of all, who is filed and gone : will you come to visit me:-You know your office, brother ; presently?

You must be father to your brother's daughter, Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ? And give her to young Claudio. (Exeunt Ladies.

Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. with thee to thy uncle's.

(Exeunt. Friar. To do what, signior ?

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.SCENE III.-The inside of a church. Enter Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

Don Pedro, Claudio, and attendants with music Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. and lapers.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her ; 'Tis most

true. Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? Atten. It is, my lord.

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Claud. [Reads from a scroll. 1

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from

me, Done to death by slanderous tongues, From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your Was the Hero that here lies :

will ? Death, in guerdon? of her wrongs,

Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Giv her fame which never dies :

But, for my will, my will is, your good will
So the life, thal died with shame,

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd Lives in death with glorious fame.

In the estate of honourable marriage ;Hang thou there upon the tomb, (Affixing it.

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon. My heart is with your liking: Praising her when I am dumb.


And my help. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Here comes the prince, and Claudio. SONG,

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with attendants. Pardon, Goddess of the night,

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Those that slew thy virgin knight;

Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, For the which, with songs of wo,

Claudio; Round about her tomb they go.

We here attend you; are you yet determind Midnight, assist our moan ;

To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Help us to sigh and groan,

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Heavily, heavily:

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,


[Erit Antonio. Till death be uttered,

D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's Heavily, heavily.

the matter,

That you have such a February face, Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Yearly will I do this site. D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put your Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:torches out: The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gen- As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; tle day,

When he would play the noble beast in love. Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about

Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray:

And some such strange bull leap'd your father's Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several And got a calf in that same noble feat, way.

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds :

Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd. And then to Leonato's we will go.

Claud. For this I owe you: here come other Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue

reckonings. speeds,

Which is the lady I must seize upon ? Than this, for whom we render'd up this wo!

Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her.

(Exeunt. Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see SCENE IV.A room in Leonato's house. En

• your face, ter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ur

Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand sula, Friar and Hero.

Before this friar, and swear to marry her.
Claud. Give

me your hand before this holy friar ; Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? I am your husband, if you like of me. Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wise: her,

(Unmasking. Upon the error that you heard debated :

And when you loved, you were my other husband. But Margaret was in some fault for this ;

Claud. Another Hero ? Although against her will, as it appears


Nothing certainer In the true course of all the question.

One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,

And, surely as I live, I am a maid. (1) Stir (2) Reward.

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for me.

D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead !it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluLeon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander sion.-For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have liv'd.

beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. When after that the holy rites are ended,

Claud. I had well hoped, thou would'st have deI'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death: nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,

of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer ; And to the chapel let us presently:

which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin Bene. Soft and fair, friar.–Which is Beatrice? do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Beat. I answer to that name; (Unmasking. Bene, Come, come, we are friends :-let's have What is your will ?

a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten Bene. Do not you love me?

our hearts, and our wives' heels. Beat.

No, no more than reason. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince,i . Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, muand Claudio,

sic.-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wile, get Have been deceived ; for they swore you did. thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than Beal. Do not you love me?

one tipped with horn. Bene,

No, no more than reason.
Beat. Why then, my cousin, Margaret, and

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.

flight, Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for And brought with armed men back to Messina.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll de Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead vise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up,


(Dance. Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do not

(Exeunt. love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.

This play may be justly said to contain two of Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves the most sprighily characters that Shakspeare ever

drew. The wit, the humourist, the gentleman, For here's a paper, written in his hand,

and the soldier, are combined in Benedick. It is to A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,

be lamented, indeed, that the first and most splenFashion'd to Beatrice.

did of these distinctions, is disgraced by unnecesHero.

And here's another, sary profaneness; for the goodness of his heart is Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, hardly sufficient to atone for the license of his Containing her affection unto Benedick.

tongue. The too sarcastic levity, which flashes out Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against in the conversation of Beatrice, may be excused our hearts !-Come, I will have thee; but, by this on account of the steadiness and friendship so aplight, I take thee for pity.

parent in her behaviour, when she urges her lover Beat

. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good to risk his life by a challenge to Claudio. In the day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to conduct of the fable, however, there is an imper. save your life, for I was told you were in a consump- fection similar to that which Dr. Johnson has pointtion.

ed out in The Merry Wives of Windsor :-the Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.

second contrivance is less ingenious than the first :

(Kissing her. or, to speak more plainly, the same incident is beD. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married come stale by repetition. I wish some other method man?

had been found to entrap Beatrice, than that very Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit- one which before had been successfully practised on crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: dost Benedick. thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram; No: Much Ado About Nothing (as I understand if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear from one of Mr. Vertue's MSS.) formerly passed nothing handsome about him : In brief, since I do under the title of Benedick and Beatrix. Heming propose to marry, I will think nothing to any pur- the player received, on the 20th of May, 1613, the pose that the world can say against it'; and there- sum of forty pounds, and twenty pounds more as fore never flout at me for what I have said against his majesty's gratuity, for exhibiting six plays at

Hampton Court, among which was this comedy, (1) Because.





Theseus, duke of Athens.

Oberon, king of the fairies. Egeus, father to Hermia.

Titania, queen of the fairies. Lysander,

Puck, or Robin Good-fellow, a fairy. Demetrius, in love with Hermia.

Peas-Blossom, Philostrate, master of the revels to Theseus. Cobweb, Quince, the carpenter.


fairies. Snug, the joiner.

Mustard-seed, Bottom, the weaver.

Pyramus, Flute, the bellows-mender.


Charucters in the interlude, pero Snout, the linker.

Wall, Starveling, the tailor.


formed by the Clorons.

Lion, Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Other faries attending their king and queen. Theseus.

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. Hermia, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Helena, in love with Demetrius.

Scene, Athens, and a wood not far from it.


And interchang'd love-tokens with my child :

Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, SCENE 1.Athens. A rooin in the palace of With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;

Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philos- And stol'n the impression of her fantasy trate, and attendants.

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,

Knacks, trilles, nosepays, sweet-meats; messengers, Theseus.

of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour

Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, Draws on apace; four happy days bring in

To stubborn harshness :-and, my gracious duke,

Be it so she will not here before your grace
Another moon: but, oh, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires,

Consent to marry with Demetrius,
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; Long withering out a young man's revenue.

As she is mine, I may dispose of her: Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in which shall be either to this gentleman, nights ;

Or to her death; according to our law, Four nights will quickly dream away the time;

Immediately provided in that case. And then the moon, like to a silver bow

The. What say yo.1, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid: New bent in heaven, shall behold the night

To you your father should be as a god; Of our solemnities.

One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one The. Go, Philostrate,

To whom you are but as a form in wax, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;

By him imprinted, and within his power Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

Demetrius is a worthy Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

atleman, The pale companion is not for our pomp:

Her. So is Lysander.
(Exit Philostrate.

In himself he is : Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, And won thy love, doing thee injuries ;

The other must be held the worthier. But I will wed thee in another key,

Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes With pomp, with triumph,' and with revelling.

The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment

look. Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius.

Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me.

I know not by what power I am made bold; Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke ! Nor how it may concern my modesty, The. Thanks, good Egeus : what's the news In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts · with thee?

But I beseech your grace that I may know Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint The worst that may befal me in this case, Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

If I refuse to wed Demetrius. Stand forth, Demetrius; My noble lord,

The. Either to die the death, or to abjure This man hath my consent to marry her:

For ever the society of men. Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke, Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, '1) Shows.

(2) Baubles.


You can endure the livery of a nun';

Lys. Or else misgrassed, in respect of years ; For ayel to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! To live a barren sister all your life,

Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye! Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage:

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,

Making it momentary as a sound,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;.
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Brief as the lightning in the collied“ night,

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up,

And ere a man hath power to say,--Behold! Cnto his lordship, whose unwished yoke The jaws of darkness do devour it up: My soul consents not to give sovereignty. So quick bright things come to confusion. The. Take time to pause: and, by the next new Her. If then true lovers have been ever crossid,

It stands as an edict in destiny: (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Then let us teach our trial patience, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)

Because it is a customary cross; Upon that day either prepare to die,

As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and For disobedience to your father's will;

sighs, Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would: Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's: followers. Or on Diana's altar to protest,

Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, For ave austerity and single life.

Hermia. Dem. Relent, 'sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysander, I have a widow aunt, a dowager yield

of great revenue, and she hath no child : Thy crazed title to my certain right.

From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ;
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; And she respects me as her only son.
Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;

Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love; And to that place the sharp Athenian law
And what is mine my love shall render him; Cannot pursue us : if thou lov'st me then,
And she is mine; and all my right of her Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
I do estate unto Demetrius.

And in the wood, a league without the town,
Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
As well possess'd; my love is more than his; To do observance to a morn of May,
My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,

There will I stay for thee. li not with vantage, as Demetrius';


My good Lysander: And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; I am below'd of beauteous Hermia:

By his best arrow with the golden head; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By the simplicity of Venus' doves; Demetrius, I'll arouch it to his head,

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; Niade love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queeri, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

By all the vows that ever men have broke,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

In number more than ever women spoke ;-
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, In that same place thou hast appointed me,
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; To-morrow truly will I meet with thce.
But, being over-full of self-affairs,

Lys. Keep promise, love: look, here comes My mind did lose it.—But, Demetrius, come;

And come, Egcus; you shall go with
I have some private schooling for you both. -

Enter Helena.
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
To fit your fancies to your father's will;

Hel. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay. Or else the law of Athens yield you up

Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair! (Which by no means we may extenuate,) Your eyes are lode-stars ; and your tongue's sweet To death, or to a vow of single life.

air Come, my Hippolyta ; what cheer, my love? More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. raust employ you in some business

Sickness is catching; O were favour? so! Against our nuptial; and conser with you Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; i something nearly that concerns yourselves. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. Mytongue should catch yourtongue's sweet melody:

(Exeunt Ťhes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek The rest I'll give to be to you translated. so pale ?

0, teach me how you look; and with what art How chance the roses there do fade so fast? You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Her. Belike for want of rain; which I could well Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Beleem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,

such skill! Could ever hear by tale or history,

Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. The course of true love never did run smooth: Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection But, either it was different in blood;

move! Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.

Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. (1) Ever. (2) Wicked.

(3) Give, bestow. (4) Black (5) Lovers. (6) Pole-stars.

(7) Countenance.



Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. ble comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Hel. None, but your beauty; 'would that fault Thisby. were mine!

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my and a merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth face;

your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourLysander and myself will fly this place. - selves. Before the time I did Lysander see,

Quin. Answer, as I call you.--Nick Bottom, Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

the weaver. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,

Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proThat he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

ceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold ramus. Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass

Quin. A lover, that kills himselí most gallantly (A time that lovers' Nights doth still conceal,) for love. Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. Bot. That will ask some tears in the true per

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look ti
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: some measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief hu-
There my Lysander and myself shall meet: mour is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely,
And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.
To seek new friends and stranger companies.

“ The raging rocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

“ With shivering shocks, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !

“ Shall break the locks Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight

“ Of prison-gates : From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

“ And Phibbus' car

[Erit llermia. “ Shall shine from far, Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Helena, adieu:

" And make and mar As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!

" The foolish fates."

(Erit Lysander. This was lofty!--Now name the rest of the plar. Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! ers. This is Ercles' vein; a tyrant's vein; a lover Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. is more condoling. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. Francis

Flute, the bellows-mender. He will not know what all but he do know.

Flu. Here, Peter Quince. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Quin. You must take Thishy on you. So I, admiring of his qualities,

Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; 1 Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; have a beard coming. And therefore is winged Čupid painted blind: Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Wings, and no eves, figure unheedy haste:

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thishy And iherefore is love said to be a child,

Itoo: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice :- This. Because in choice he is so os beguil'd.

ne, Thisne, - Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy As wagrish boys in game! themselves forswear, Thisby dear! and lady dear! So the boy love is perjur'd every where:

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,? Flute, you Thishy. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Bot. Well, proceed. And when this hail some heat from Hermia selt, Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. So he dissolv’d, and showers of oaths did meit. Star. Here, Peter Quince. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, mother.—Tom Snout, the tinker. Pursue her; and for this intelligence

Snout. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thishe's But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

father ;-Snug, the joirer, you, the lion's part:To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exit. and, I hope, here is a play fitted.

Snug. Have you the lion's part written? prar SCENE II.-The same. A room in a Cottage. you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Quince, and Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Starveling.

but roaring.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that Quin. Is all our company here?

I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Bot. You were best to call them generally, man roar, that I will make the duke say, Let hin roar by man, according to the scrip.

again, Let him roar again. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in would fright ihe duchess and the ladies, that they our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his would shriek: and that were enough to hang us all. wedding-day at night.

All. That would hang us every mother's son. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the Bot. I grant you, friends, it that you should play treats on; then read the names of the actors; Ifright the ladies out of their wits, they wculd have and so grow to a point.

no more discretion but to hang us: but I will ag. Quin. Marry, our play is–The ost lamenta-gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently

as any sucking dove; I will roar you an iwere :1) Sport ) Eyes. (3) As if.

lany nightingale.

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