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Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have marry her to-night,
stolen his bird's-nest. John. Come, let us to the banquet.
Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and re[Ereunt john and Bora. store them to the owner. Claud. Thus answer l in name o Benedick, 5 Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. my faith, you say honestly. 'Tis certain so:-the prince wooes for himself. *Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to Friendship is constant in all other things, you; the gentleman, that danc'd with her, told Save in the office and affairs of love:
her, she is much wrong'd by you. Therefore,all hearts in love use their own tongues: 10 Bene. O, she misus'd me past the endurance Let every eye negotiate for itself,
of a block: an oak, but with one green leaf on it, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, would have answer'd her; my very visor began to Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. assume life and scold with her: She told me, not That is an accident of hourly proof, [Hero. thinking I had been myself, that I was the Which I nistrusted not: 'Farewell therefore, 15 prince's jester; and that I was duller than a great Re-enter Benedick.
i haw; huddling jest upon jest, with such impossiBene. Count Claudio?
ble conveyance, upon me, that I stood like a man Claud. Yea, the same.
at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me. Bene. Come, will you go with me?
She speaks poignards, and every word stabs : if Claud. Whither?
20 her breath were as terrible as her terminations, Bene. Even to the next willow, about your there were no living near her, she would infect own business, count. What fashion will you wear to the north star. I would not marry her, though the garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's she were endowed with all that Adam had left chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's him before he transgress’d: she would have made scart? You inust wear it one way, for the prince 25 Hercules have turn’d spit; yea, and have cleft hath got your Hero.
his club to make the fire too. Come, talk not of Claud. I wish him joy of her.
her; you shall find her the infernal Até in good Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest dro- apparel. I would to God, some scholar would conver; so they sell bullocks. But did you think the jure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a man prince would have served
30 may live as quiet in bell, as in a sanctuary; and Claud. I pray you leave me.
people sin upon purpose, because they would go Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; thither: so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and per'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'lll - turbation, follow her. beat the post.
Enter Claudio, Beatrice, Leonato, and Hero. Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Erit.35 Pedro. Look, here she comes. Bene. Alas,
hurt fowl! Now will he creep! Bene. Will your grace command me any serinto sedges. -But, that my lady Beatrice should vice to the world's end? I will go on the lightest know me, and not know me! The prince's fool! errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise -Ha? it may be I go under that title, because to send me on; I will fetch you a tooth-picher I am merry.--Yea; but so; I am apt to do my-40 now from the farthest inch of Asia ; bring you the self wrong: I am not so reputed: it is the base, length of Prester Jolin's foot; fetch you a hair ofi though bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the great Cham's beard; do you any embassage the world into her person, and so gives me out.
to the Pigmies ; rather than hold three words conWell, I'll be reveng'd as I may.
terence with this harpy: You have no employRe-enter Don Pedro. 45 ment for me?
(pany. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did Pedro. None, but to desire your good comyou see him ?
Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part cannot endure my lady Tongue. of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the a lodge in a warren; I told him, and I think, 150 heart of signior Benedick. told him true, that your grace had got the good- Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; will of this young lady; and I offered bim my and I gave him use for it, a double heart for a company to a willow tree, either to make him a sivigle one: marry, once before he won it of me garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a with false dice, therefore your grace may well rod, as being worthy to be whipt.
55 say, I have lost it. Pedro. To be whipt! What's his fault?
Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy ;) have put him down. who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's-nest, Bent. So I would not he should do me, my lord, shews it his companion, and le steals it.
lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression : 60 brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. The transgression is in the stealer.
Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been made, and the garland too; for the garland Claud. Not sad, my lord. he might have worn hiinself, and the rod he might Pedro. How then. sick?
, NOTHING. [Act 2. Scene 2. Claud. Neither, my lord.
Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor crutches, till love have all his rites. merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is orange, and something of that jealous complexion. hence a just seven-night: and a time too brief
Pedro. l'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be 5 too, to have all things answer my mind. true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his con- Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a ceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, her father, and his good-will obtained; name the undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is, to day of marriage, and God give thee joy! 10 bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into
Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and a mountain of allection, the one with the other. I with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the would fain have it a match; and I doubt not to match, and all grace say Amen to it!
asliion it, if you three will but minister such asB: ut. Speak, count,'tis your cue.
sistance as I shall give you direction. Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: 115 Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost were but little happy, if I could say how much.- me ten nights' watchings. Lady, as you are mine, I ain yours: I give away Claud. And I, my lord. myself for you, and doat upon the exchange. Pedro. And you ioo, gentle Ilero?
Beut. Speak, cousin: or, it you cannot, stop his Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither.20 to help my cousin to a good husband.
Pidro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest
Biat. Yea, my lord: I thank it, poor fool, it Thusband that I know: thus far I can praise him ; keeps on the windy side of care:- - My cousin tells be is of a noble strain, and of approv'd valour, and him in his ear, that he is in her heart.
conti:m'd honest v. I will teach you how to humour Claud. And so she doth, cousin.
(25 your cousin, that she shall fall in love with BeneBeut. Good lord, for alliance !—Thus goes dick:—And I, with your two helps, will so pracevery one to the world' but I, and I am sun- tise on Benedick, that in despighit of his quick burn'd; I may sit in a corner, and cry, Heigh-ho, wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love for a husband !
with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. 30flonger an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we
Beat. I would rather have one of our father's are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will getting: Rath your grace ne'er a brother like tell you my drift.
[E.reunt. you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a
SCENE II. maid could come by them. - Pedro. Will you have me, lady?
Another Apartment in Leonato's House. Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another
Enter Don John and Borachio. for working-days; your grace is too costly to wear John. It is so: the count Claudio shall marry every day :- But, I beseech your grace, pardon the daughter of Leonato. me; I was born to -peak all mirth, and no matter. Bora. Yea, my lord, but I can cross it.
Pedro. Your silence most oftends me, and to 40 John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment, will be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure you were born in a merry hour.
to him ; and whatsoever comes athwart his attec. Brat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; tion, ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou but then there was a star danc'd, and under that cross this marriage? I was born. Cousins, God give you joy! 45 Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly
Leon. Niece, will you look to those things 1 that no dishonesty shall appear in me. told you of?
John. Shew me briefly how. Bili.Iery you mercy, uncle.—By your grace's Boru. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, pardon.
[Exit Beutrice. how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. 50 waiting gentlewoman to Hero.
Leon. Ther-'s a little of themelancholy element John. I remember. in her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the sleeps; and not ever sac then; for I have beard night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chammy daughter say, she hath often dream’d of un- ber window. happiness?, and wak'd herself with laughing. 55 John. What life is in that, to be the death of Pidro.Shecannotendure tobeartellofa husband. this marriage? Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her Boru. The poison of that lies in you to temwooers out of suit.
per. Go you to the prince your brother; spare Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Bencdich not to tell him, that he wrong'd his honour in Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were inut ä wcel|60 marrying the renown'al Claudio (whose estimamarry'd, they would talk themselves mad. tion do you mightily hold up to a contaminated Pedro, Count Claudio, when meal you to go
stale, such a one as Hero. to church?
Johis. What proof shul I make of that? 'To go to the world was a phrase then in use, signifying, to be married. Unhappiness here signit.es, is wid, wanton, imlucky irick.
Bora. Proof enough to misuse tlie prince; to another virtuous; yet I am well: butt ili all graces vex Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: be in one woman, one woman shall not come in Look you for any other issue?
my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour or lil none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; any thing.
5 fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of Don Pedro, and the count Claudio, alone : tell good discourse, an excellent musician, and her them, that you know Hero loves me; intend a bair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as- the prince and monsieur Love? I will hide me in in a love of your brother's honour who hath made 10 the arbour.
[Withdraws. this match; and his friend's reputation, who is thus
Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, Claudio, and Balthazar. like to be cozen'd with the semblance of a maid,- Pedro. Come, shall we bear this musick? that you have discover'd thus. They will scarcely Claud. Yea, my good lord :—How still the believe this without trial: Offer them instances;
evening is, which shall bear no less likelihood, than to see me 15 As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony! (self? at her chamber window; hear me call largaret, Pedro, See you where Benedick hath hid himHero; hear Margaret term me Claudio; and bring Claud. O very well, my lord: the musick ended, them to see this, the very night before the in- We'll fit the ' kid-fox with a penny-worth. (again. tended wedding : for in the mean time, I will so Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; and 20 Balth. O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's To slander musick any more than once. disloyalty, that jealousy shall be calld assurance, Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, and all the preparation overthrown.
To put a strange face on his own perfection :John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the work-25 Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing; ing this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
Bora. Be thou constant in the accusation, and To her he thinks notworthy; yet he woos; my cunuing shall not shame me.
Yet will he swear he loves. John. I will presently go learn their day of
Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come: marriage.
[Exčunt. 30 Or, if thou wiit hold longer argument,
Do it in notes.
Balth. Note this before my notes,
There's not a note of mine, that's worth the noting.
Pedro. Why, these are very crotchets that he Bene. Boy,
35 Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! [speaks; Boy. Signior.
Bene. Now, Dirine air! now is his soul raBene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring vish'd !—Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should it hither to me in the orchard.
hale souls out of men's bodies:- Well, a horn for Boy. I am here already, sir.
my money, when all's done. Bene. I know that;—but I would have thee 40 hence, and here again. [Exit Boy.)-1 do much
SONG, wonder, that one man, seeing how much another Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to
Mien were deceirers eter; lore, will, after he hath laugh’d at such shallow One foot in sea, and one on shore; follies in others, become the argument of his own 45 To one thing constant noter: scorn, by falling in love: And such a man is Clau
Thi n sigh not so, dio. I have known, when there was no musich
But let them go, with him but the drum and the fife; and now had And be you blith and bonny: heratherhear the tabor and the pipe. I have known, Converting all your sounds of woc when he would have walk' ten inile afoot, to see 50 Into, Hey nonny, nonny. a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights arake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like
Of dumps so dull and heuty; an honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turn'ai
frauds of men were ever so, orthographer; bis words are a very fantastical bau- 55
Since sumuner first was leaty. quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be sol
Then sigh not so, &c. converted, and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; Pedro. By my troth, a good song. I think not: I will not be sworn, but Love may Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath Pedro. Ha? no, no, faith; tlou sing'st well an it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shali 60-nough for a shift. never make me such a fool.' One woman is fair; Bene. [ Aside.] Anhe had been a dog, that should Jet I am well: another is wise; yet I am well: have howl'd thus, they would have hang'd him;
- Kid means discovered.
and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief! tween the sheet? I had as lief have heard the night raven, come Claud. That. what plague could have come after it.
Lion. (), s!ie tore the letter into a thousand Pedro. Yea, marry ;---Dost thou-bear, Baltha-hair-perice; railed at herself, that she should be so zar? I pray thee, get us some excellent musich: 5 inamodest to write to one that she knew would for to-inoriow night we would have it at the lariy fout her: I measure him, says shie, by my oun Hero's chamber-window.
spirit; for I would finut liim, if he writ io me; Buith. 'The best I can, my lord. [Ex. Bal:hazar. yea, though I love him, I shoulů.
Pedro. Dogo: farewell. Cornehither, Leonato. Cound. Then down upon her krees she falls, What was it you told me of to-day, that your nieceio uceps, oobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, Beatrice was in love with signior Benedik? curses ;-+() scoret Benedick! God give me parience.
Cland. O, ay;--Stalk or, stirik on, the fou'll Leon. She doth indeed; iny daughter savs so; sits'. [ Aside to Pedro,] I didnever think that lady and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that would have lov' any 111211.
my daughter i, souretime fraid she will do desa Leon. No, nor I rieither; but most wonderful, 15perate outrage to herselt; Il is very true. that she should so dote on ign:or Benedick, whom Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it she hath in all outward behaviours seeined everto by some other, if she will not discover it. abhor.
Cloud. To what end? He would but inake a Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner: sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.
[Avide.20 Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang, Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what him: She's an excellent sweet lady; and, out of to think of it, but that she loves him with an en- ati suspicion, she is virtuous. raged affection:-it is past the intnite of thought. Claud. And she is exceeding wise. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
Pedro. In everything, but in loving Benedick. Claud, Faith, like enough.
25 Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating Leon. O God! counterieit! There never was in so tender à body, we have ten proofs to one counterfeit of passion caine so near the life of that blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, passion, as she discovers it.
as I have just cause, beng her uncle and her Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shews she? guardian. Claud. Bait the hook well; this tish will bites. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage
[usida. on me; I would lave dar'd' all other respects, Leon. What effects, my lord! She will sit you,- land made her halt myself: I pray you, tell BeYou heard my daughter tell you how.
Inedick of it, and hear what he will say,
Leon. Were it good, think you?
Claud. Ile thinks surely, she will die: for I would have thought her spirit had been in- she says, she will die if be live her not; and she vincible against all assaults of atfection.
wir die' ere she make her love known; and she Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; espe- will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate ciall: against Beneclick.
une breath of her accustomi'd crossness. Bine. [Aside. ] I should think this a gull, but 10 Pedro. She doth well: if she should make tenthat the white-bearded fellow spraks it: knavery der of her love, 'tis very possible, lie'll scorn it; cannot, sure, hile himself in such reverence. or the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible* Clund. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it up. spirit.
[Aside! Cloud. He is a very proper man. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to 145 Pidro. He hath, indeed, a good outward hapBenedick?
Ipiness. Leon. No; and swears she never will: that- Claud. Tore God, and in my mind very wise. her torment.
Podro lie doth, indeed, shew some sparks Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: that are like wit. Shal! I, says she, that hure so oft encounte i'd 50 Leon. And I take him to be valiant. him with scorn, write to him that I love him? Pidro, As Ilecior, I assure you: and in the
Leon. This says she now when she is beginning managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for to write to him ; for she'll be up twenty times a either be avoids them with great discretion, or night; and there she will sit in her smock, 'uill undertakes them with a christian-like tear. she have writ a sheet of paper:-my daughter 55! Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily tells us all.
keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re- Enter into a quarrel with tear and trembling. member a pretty jest your daughter told us of. Pedro. And so will be do; fo: the man doth
Leon. Oh,-When she had writ it, and was read- fear Gud, howsoever it seems not in him, by some ing it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice be-160 large jests he will make. Well, I ain sorry for
· This alludles to the practice of shooting with a stalking-horse; by which the fowler anciently concealed himself from the sight of the game. ? That is, into a thousand pieces of the same big. : To duf, like to dojf, means to do off, to put aside. ii. e, contemptuous.
your niece: Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell virtuous ;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it:-and him of her love?
wise--but for loving me:- By my troth, it is no Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear addition to her wit:nor no great argument of it out with good counsel.
her tolly, for I will be horribly in love with her.---' Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear 5 I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants her heart out tirst.
of wit broken on ine, because I have rail'd so long Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your against marriage: But doth not the appetite alter? daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick A man loves the meat in his youth, that he canwell; and I could wish he would inodestly ex- notendure in his age:Shall quips, and sentences, amine hinself to see how much he is unworthy 10 and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man to have so good a lady.
from the career of his humour? No: the world Lern. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. must be peopled. When I said, I would die a
Ciud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I batchelor, I did not think I should live till I were will never trust my expectation. [aside. marry'.--Here comes Beatrice: By this day, she's
Pedro. Let there be ihe same net spread for her, 13 a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. and thatmust vour daughter and her gentlewomen
Enter Beatrice. carrs: The sport will be, when they hold an Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you,
I opinion of one another's dotage, and no such mat- come in to dinner. ter; that's the scene that I would see, wbich will Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. be merely a dumb show. Let us send ber to call 20 Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, bin to dinner. [Aside.]
[Ereunt. than you take pains to thank me; if it had been Benedick advances from the arbour. painful, I would not have come. Bine. This can be no trick: the conference was Bene. You take pleasure then in the message? sadly: borne. They have the truth of this from Beat. Yea, just as much as you may take upon Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her 25 a knife's point, and choak a daw withal:-You affections have the full bent. Love me! why, it have no stomach, signior? fare you well. [Exit. must be requited. I hear how I am censur'd: ihes Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the come intodinner-there's a double meaning in that. love come from her; they say too, that she will I took no more pains for those thanks, than you rather die than give any sign of atfection.--I did 30 take pains to thank me—that's as much as to say, never think to marry: -I must not seein proud:- any pains that I take for you is as easy as happy are they that hear their detractions, and thanks:-If I do not take pity of her, I am a vilcan put them to mending. They say, the lady is lain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew: I will go fair; 'uis a truth, I can bear thein witness; and get her picture.
Warg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, prea
sently. Continues in the Orchard.
[Erit. 45 Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth coine, Enler Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. As we do trace this alley up and down, llero. GOOD Margaret, run thee into the Our talk must only be of Benedick: parlour;
When I do name him, let it be thy part There shalt thou find iny cousin Beatrice To praise him inore than ever man did merit: Proposing with the prince and Claudio: 50 My talk to thee must be, how Benedick Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Crsula Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter Walk in the orchard, and our whole (liscourse Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us; That only wounds by hear-say. Now begin, And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honey-suckles, ripen’d by the sun,
Enter Beatrice behind.
155 Forbid the sun to enter ;-like tavourites, For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Close by the ground, to hear our conference. Against that power that bred it:--there wil sbe L'rs. "The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, To listen our propose?: This is thy office, 60 And greedily devour the treacherous bait: Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Iso angle we for Beatrice; who even now