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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.
Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and three or four

with tapers.
Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ?
A Lord. It is, my lord.
Claud. [Reading out of a scroll]
Done to death by slanderous tongues

Was the Hero that here lies:
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Gives her fame which never dies.
So the life that died with shame

Lives in death with glorious fame
Hang thou there upon the tomb,

Praising her when I am dunib.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight,
For the which, with songs of woe,



Round about her tomb they go.

Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,

Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
Till death be uttered, * *Expelled.

Heavily, heavily.
Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!

Yearly will I do this rite.
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your

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

ral way.

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.


and HERO.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent?
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who

accused her
Upon the error that you heard debated:
But Margaret was in some fault for this,
Although against her will, as it appears
In the true course of all the question.
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort* so

well. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith en

forced To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

*Suit. 10


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

will ?
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, iny will is your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
In the state of honourable marriage:
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.

And my help.
Here comes the prince and Claudio.
Enter DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO, and two or

three others. D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow,

We here attend you.

Are you yet determined
To-day to marry with my brother's daughter?

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother; here's the friar ready.

[Exit Antonio.

froni me,


D. Pedro.
Good morrow,

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

And all Europa shall rejoice at thee,
As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
And some such strange bull leap'd your father's

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!

Nothing certainer:
One Hero died defiled, but I do live,
And surely as I live, I am a maid.
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is

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,

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