Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to night. John. Come let us to the banquet. [Exeunt JOHN and BORA, Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, 169 But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. 'Tis certain so:-The prince wooes for himself. Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues : And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not: Farewel, therefore, Hero. Re-enter BENEDICK. Bene. Count Claudio? Claud. Yea, the same. Bene. Come, will you go with me? Claud. Whither? 180 Bené. Even to the next willow, about your own business, count. What fashion will you wear the garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero. Claud. I wish him joy of her. 189 Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince would have served you thus ? Claud. I pray you leave me. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man ; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Exit. Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep into sedges.. -But, that my lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me! The prince's fool!— Ha? it may be, I go under that title, because I am merry.-Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed: it is the base, though bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be reveng'd as I may. Re-enter Don PEDRO, Pedro. Now, Signior, where's the Count? Did you see him? Bene. Troth, my lord, I have play'd the part of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told him true, that your grace had got the good will of this young lady; and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipt. Pedro. To be whipt! What's his fault? Bene, Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, shews it his companion, and he steals it. 220 Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The transgression is in the stealer. Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been made, and the garland too; for the garland he might have worn himself; and the rod he might have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stol'n his bird's nest. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner. 229 Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, you say honestly. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you ; the gentleman, that danc'd with her, told her, she is much wrong'd by you. 234 Bene. O, she misus'd me past the endurance of a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would have answer'd her; my very visor began to assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; and that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance, upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me: She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had Ciij left left him before he transgress'd: she would have made Hercules have turn'd spit; yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. "Come, talk not of her; 66 you shall find her the infernal Até in good apparel.” I would to God, some scholar would conjure her: for, certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither: so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her. 257 Enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, LEONATO, and HERO. Pedro, Look, here she comes, Bene. Will your grace command me any service to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send me on; I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you the length of prester John's foot; fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard; do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words conference with this harpy: You have no employment for me? 267 Pedro. None but to desire your good company. Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I cannot endure my lady's Tongue, 270 Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of signior Benedick. "Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and "I gave him use for it, a double heart for a single ❝one: marry, once before he won it of me with false •• dice, "dice, therefore your grace may well say, I have "lost it. "Pedro." You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. 283 Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are you sad? Claud. Not sad, my lord. Pedro. How then? Sick? Beat, The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complection. 291 Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false, Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained: name the day of mar, riage, and God give thee joy! Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and all grace say amen to it! Beat, Speak, count, 'tis your-cue. 300 Claud, Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.--Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you, and doat upon the exchange. |