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I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
70 And to the chapel let us presently: *Moderate.
Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? Beat. [Unmasking] I answer to that name. What is
will? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat.
Why, no; no more than reason. Bene. Why, then your uncle and the prince
Beat. Do not you love me?
Troth, no; no more than reason. Beat. Why, then my cousin Margaret and
Ursula Are much deceived; for they did swear you did. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick
80 Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh
dead for me. Bene. 'Tis no such niatter. Then you do not
love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the
gentleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't that he loves
And here's another
pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. 90
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace! I will stop your mouth.
D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married man ?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot fout me out of my humour. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, a' shall wear nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a doubledealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends: let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterward.
Bene. First, of my word; therefore play, music. Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in
flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow: l'11 devise thee brave punishments for him. Strike up, pipers.
FERDINAND, king of Navarre.
of France. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO fantastical
ladies attending on the MARIA,
Lords, Attendants, &c.