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Bene. O, stay but till then!
Beat. “Then’ is spoken; fare you well now: and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came; which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio.
Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.
51 Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge: and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
61 Beat. For them all together; which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?
Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas, poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.
Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours. If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.
Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Bene. Question: why, an hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum: therefore is it most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm, his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for praising myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseworthy: and now tell me, how doth your cousin ?
91 Beat. Very ill. Bene. And how do you? Beat. Very ill too. Bene. Serve God, love me and mend. There will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Enter URSULA. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's old coil* at home: it is proved my Lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is filed and gone. Will you come presently?
*Stir. Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?
Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap and be buried in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle's.
SCENE III. A church.
Was the Hero that here lies:
Gives her fame which never dies.
Lives in death with glorious fame
Praising her when I am dunib.
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Yearly will I do this rite.
torches out: The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle
day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, 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 seve
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
30 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. SCENE IV. A room in LEONATO's house. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEA
TRICE, MARGARET, URSULA, FRIAR FRANCIS,
well. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith en
forced To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen
all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, And when I send for you, come hither mask'd.
[Exeunt Ladies. The prince and Claudio promised by this hour To visit me. You know your office, brother: You inust be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd coun
tenance. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I
think. Friar. To do what, signior ?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me; one of them. Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'tis
most true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leon. The sight whereof I think you had From Claudio and the prince: but what's your
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help.
three others. D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow,
Are you yet determined
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother; here's the friar ready.
Benedick. Why, what's the matter,
40 That you have such a Fehruary face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness ? Claud. I think he thinks upon the savage
bull. Tush, fear not, man; we'll tip thy horns with
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat
50 Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Claud. For this I owe you: here comes other
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. 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, I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife:
[Unmasking. 60 And when you loved, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero!
dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slan.
der lived. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;* When after that the holy rites are ended,