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THE INSIDE OF A CHURCH.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with musick and tapers.
Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato?
Atten. It is, my lord.
Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Gives her fame which never dies:
Hang thou there upon the tomb, [affixing it.
Now, musick, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Midnight, assist our moan;
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!
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 several
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
And then to Leonato's we will go.
Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue
Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!
A ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE.
Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ursula, Friar, and Hero.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd her,
Upon the error that you hear'd debated:
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd 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: The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour To visit me:-You know your office, brother; You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counte
Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
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
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your will?
And my help.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
We here attend you; Are you yet determin'd
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop.
That you have such a February 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 gold, 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,
Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd.
Claud. For this I owe you: here come other reckonings.
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 liv'd, I was your other wife: [Unmasking. And when you lov'd, you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero?
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander liv'd.
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice? Beat. I answer to that name; [Unmasking] What is your will?
Bene. Do not you love me?
Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason.