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yond the promise of his age, doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion : he hath indeed better better'd expectation, than you must expect of me to tell

you how.

Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.

Mel. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him ; even so much, that joy could not shew itself modeft enough, without a badge of bitterness.

Leon. Did he break out into tears ?
Mell. In great measure.

Leon. A kind overflow of kindness. There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping

Beat. I pray you, is Signior Montanto * returned from the wars, or no?

Mel. I know none of that name, Lady; there was none such in the



Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece ?
Hero. My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.
Mel. Oh, he's return'd, and as pleasant as ever he


Beat. He fet up his bills here in Meslina, and challeng'd Cupid at the flight; and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt.

I pray you, how many hath $6 he kill'd and eaten in these wars ? but how many “ hath he kill'd? for indeed I promis’d to eat all of “ his killing.'

Leon. Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much ; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.

Dief. He hath done good service, Lady, in these wars,

Beat." You had musty victuals, and he hath holp $ to eat it ; he's a very valiant trencher-man, he hath şu an excellent stomach.”

Mel. And a good foldier too, Lady.
Beat. And a good soldier to a lady? but what is he

to a lord?

* She gives him this name, to ridicule in him the character of a blustering soldier, the word montanto in Spanish signifying a two-handed sword,

Mel. A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stuff'd with all honourable virtues.

Beat. It is so, indeed : he is no less than a stuff'd man: but for the stufting, -well, we are all mortal.

Leon. You must not, Sir, mistake my niece ; there is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her; they never meet, but there's a fkirmish of wit between them.

Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man govern'd with one : so that, if he have wit enough to keep himself from harm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse ; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion now ? he hath every month a new sworn brother.

Mel: Is it posible ?

Beat. Very easily possible; he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.

Mel. I see, Lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

Beat. “ No ; an he were, I would burn my study. “ But, I pray you, who is his companion is there

no young squarer now that will make a voyage with **6 him to the devil ?

Mel. He is most in the company of the Right Noble Claudio.

Beat. O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease; he is sooner caught than the peftilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the Noble Claudio, if he have caught the Benedick; it will cost him a thoufand pounds ere he be cur’d.

Mes. I will hold friends with you, Lady.
Beat. Do, good friend.
Leon. You'll ne'er run mad, niece.
Beat. No, not till a hot January.
Mel. Don Pedro is approach'd.



S CE N E Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and

Don John. Pedro. Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of

your Grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.

Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly; I think this is your daughter.

Leon. Her mother hath many times told me fo.
Benie. Were you in doubt, Sir, that you ask'd her ?

Leon. Signior Benedick, for then were you a child.

Pedro. You have it full, Benedick; we may guess by this what you are, being a man : truly the lady fathers herself; be happy, Lady, for you are like an honourable father.

Bene. If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders for all Meslina, as like him as she is.

Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick; no body marks you.

Bene. What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

Beat. Is it posible Disdain should die, while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtefy itself must convert to Disdain, if you come in her presence.

Bene. Then is Courtesy a turn-coat; but it is certain I am lov'd of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for truly I love none.

Béat. A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious fuitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that ; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

Bene. God keep your Ladyship still in that mind! so fome gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratch'd face.

Beat. “ Scratching could not make it worse, an so 'twere such a face as your's were.”

Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of your's.

Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer ; but keep your way o'God's name, I have done.

Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know

you of old.

Pedro. This is the sum of all : Leonato,--Signior Claudio, and Signior Benedick,

-my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all; I tell him, we fall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays fome occasion

may detain us longer : I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.

Leon. If you swear, my Lord, you shall not be forfworn. Let me bid

welcome, my

Lord, being reconciled to the Prince


brother; all duty.

John. I thank you; I am not of many words, but

I owe you

I thank you.

Leon. Pleafe it your Grace lead on?
Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go together,

[Exeunt all bus Benedick and Claudio.

Claud. Benedick, didft thou note the daughter of
Signior Leonato ?

Bene. I noted her not, but I look'd on her.
Claud. Is she not a modeft young lady ?

Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgment ? or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a profeffed tyrant to their sex ?

Claud. No, I pr’ythee, speak in sober judgment.

Bene. Why, i' faith, me thinks she is too low for an high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise; only this commendation I can " afford

“ her, that were the other than she is, she were un“ handsome; and being no other but as she is, I do

not like her.”

Claud. Thou think'st I am in sport; I pray thee, tell me truly how thou lik’st her.

Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after her ?

Claud. Can the world buy fuch a jewel.

Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into : but speak you this with a fad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack, to tell us, Cupid is a good hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key fall a man take you to go in the song ?

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweeteft lady that I ever look'd on.

Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter; there's her cousin, if she were not poffess’d with such a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty, as the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you?

Claud. I would fcarce trust myself, though I had fworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.

Bene. Is't come to this, in faith? hath not the world one man,

but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? shall I never fee a bachelor of threefcore again ? Go to, i' faith, if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is return'd to feek you.

SCENE IV. Re-enter Don Pedro, Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that you

follow'd not to Leonato's house ?

Bere. I would your Grace would constrain me to tell Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance.

Bene. You hear, Count Claudio, I can be secret as a durb man, I would have you think fo; but on my allegiance, mark you this, og my allegiance :

-he is in love; with whom ? now that is your Grace's part: mark, how short his answer is, with Hero, Leonato's hert daughter.

Cld. If this were fo, fo were it uttered.
Bene Like the old tale, my Lord, it is not so, nor

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