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love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir be a flattering honest man, it must not be denyu of Leonato. but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted John. A very forward March-chick! How with a muzzle, and intranchised with a clog; come you to know this? therefore, I have decreed not to sing in my cage. 5 Bora. Being entertaiu'd for a perfumer, as I was If I had my mouth, I would bite ; if I had my smoaking a musty room, comes me the prince and liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time, Claudio, hand in hand, in sad' conference:let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me. whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it

Con. Can you make no use of your discontent: agreed upon, that the prince should woo liero

Jolin. I make all use of it, for I use it only:-10 for himself, and having obtained her, give her to Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

count Claudio. Enter Borachio.

John. Come, come, coine, let us thither; this Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the may prove food to my displeasure: that young prince, your brother, is royally entertained by start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow; it Leonato'; and I can give you intelligence of an 15 can cross him any way, 1 bless myself every way: intended marriage.

You are both sure?, and will assist me? John. Will it serve for any model to build mis- Con. To the death, my lord. chief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths him- John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is self to unquietness?

the greater, that I am subdu’u: Would the cook Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. 20 were of my mind !-Shall we go prove what's to John. Who the most exquisite Claudio? be done? Bora. Even he.

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. John. A proper squire ! and who, and who?

[Exeunt. which way looks he?

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Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send A Hall in Leonato's House.

135 Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the Entor Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, Maro which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every gurtt, und Ursula.

morning and evening: Lord! I could not endure Leon. W AS pot count John here at supper?

la husband with a beard on his face; I had rather Ant. I saw him not.

lie in woollen. Beat. Howtartly that gentleman looks! I never 40 Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath can see him, but l'am heart-burn'd an hour after. no beard. Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. What should I do with him ? dress him Beat. He were an excellent man, that were in my apparel, and make him my waiting-gentlemade just in the midway between liim and Bene- woman? He that hath a beard, is more than a dick: the one is too like an image, and says no-45 youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a thing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest man: and he that is more than a youth, is not for son, everinore tattling.

me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for Leon. Then balf signior Benedick's tongue in him: Therefore I will even take six-pence in čarcount John's mouth, and half count John's me- nest of the bear-here, and lead his apes into hell. lancholy in signior Benedick's face,

50 Leon. Well then, go you into hell? Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, Beut. No; but to the gate: and there will the and money enough in his purse, Such a man would devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on win any woman in the world, --if he could get her his head, and say, Getijou to heaven, Beatrice, get good will.

you to heaven; here's no place for you muids ; 0 Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get 55 deliver I up my apes, and away to ni Peter for thee a husband, if thou be'st so shrewd of thy the heavens; he shews me where the batchelors tongue.

sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long. Ant. In faith, she's too curst.

Ant. Well, niece, I trust, you will be rui'diy Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall

[To Hero. lessen God's sending that way: for it is said Gou 60 Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make sends a curst cow short horns ; but to a cow too a curtsy, and say, Futher, as it please you:-but curst he sends none.

yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome felTi. e. Serious. i. e. To be depended on.


your father.

low, or else make another curtsy, and say, Father, Urs, I know

you well enough: you are signior as it pleuse me.

Antonio. Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Ant. At a word, I am not. fitted with a husband.

Urs. I know you by the wagling of your head. Beut. Not till God make men of some other 5 Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit bim. metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unto be over-master'd with a piece of valiant dust : less you were the very man. Here's his dry hand? to make account of her life to a clod of wayward up and down; you are he, you are be. marle ? No, uncle, l'il none: Adam's sons are my Ant. At a word, I am not. my brethren, and truly, I hold it a sin to match in 10. Urs. Come, come; do you think, I do not my kindred.

know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you : il itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will apthe prince dio solicit you in that kind, you know pear, and there's an end. your answer.

Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? Beut. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, 15 Bene. No, you shall pardon me. if you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince Beat. Nor will you tell me who you are? be too important', tell him, there is measure in Bone. Not now. every thing, and so dance out the answer. For Brut. That I was disdainful—and that I had my hear me, Hero: wooing, wedding, and repent- good wit out of the Hundred merry

Tales; ing, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-20 Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. pace: the first suit is hot and basty, like a Scotch Bcne. What's he? jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough, modest, as a measure full of state and ancientry; Bene. Not I, believe me. and then comes repentance, and, with his bad Beat. Did he never make you laugh? legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, 23 Bene. I pray you, what is he? till he sink into his grave.

Brut. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdiv. dull fool; only his gift is in devising impossible

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and church by dav-light.

the commendation is not in his wit, but in his vilLeon. The revellers are entering; brother, make 30 lainy '; for he both pleaseth men, and angers good room.

them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him: Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Baltha- I am sure, he is in the feet; I would he had

sur; Don John, Borachio, Nlurgaret, Ursula, boarded me. and others, mask'd.

Benc. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your 35 him what you say: friend?

Brat. Do, doi he'll but break a comparison or Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, two on me; which, peradventure, not mark’d, or and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and not laugli’d at, strikes him into melancholy; and especially, when I walk away.

then there's a partridge-wing sav'd, for the fool Pedro. With me in your company?

40 will eat no supper that night. We must follow llero, I may say so, when I please.

the leaders.

[.11usick within. Pedro. And when please you to say so?

Bere. In every good tiing. Hero. When I like your favour; for God de- Brat. Nay, it they lead to any ill, I will leave fend, the Jute should be like the case!

them at the next turning. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the 45 Manent John, Borachio, and Claudio, house is Jove.

John. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. and hath withdrawn her father to break with him Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

about it: The ladies follow her, and but one visor Bene: Well, I would you did like me.

remains. larg. So would not l, for your own sake; for 30 Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his I have many ill qualities.

bearing + Bine. Which is one?

John. Are you not siguior Benedick? Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

Claud. You hnow me well; I am he. Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may John. Signior, you are very near my brother in cry amen.

55 his love: he is enamour'd on liero; I pray you, Dlarg. Cod match me with a good dancer! ciissuade him from her, she is no equal ior his Bulth. Amen.

birth; you may do the part of an honest man in Miury. And God kerp him out of my sight! lit. when the dance is clone!--Ansier, clerk.

Claud. How know you he loves her? Balth No more words; the clerk is answer' John. I heard him swear his atfection.

· Important here, as in many other places, means importunute. 2 A dry band was in those tines considered as the sign of a cold constitution. 3 By which she means his inalice and impiety. By his impious jests, she insinuates, he pleased libertine : ; and by his devising slunders of them, he angered them. *i. e. Ilis carriage, his demeanour,


Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would Jhave bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have marry her to-night.

stolen his bird's-nest. Joh. Come, let us to the banquet.

Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and re. [Ereunt Jolin and Bora. store them to the owner. Claud. Thus answer l in name of Benedick, 5 Bene. If their singing answer your saying, hy But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. my faitli, 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. 0, 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 witchi, would have answerd her; my very visor began to Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. assume life and scoici 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 mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, 15 prince's jester; and that I was duller than a great Re-enter Benedick.

ibaw; hudlling jest upon jest, with such impossiBene. Count Claudio?

ble conveyance, upon ine, that I stood like a man Claud. Yea, the saine.

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 Clnud. Whither?

20 her breath were as terrible as hier 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 scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince 25 llercules have turn'd spit; yea, and have clett hath got your Ilero.

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 goud Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest dro- apparel. I would to God, some scholar would conver; so they sell bullochs. But did you think the jure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a man prince would have served you thus?

30 may live as quiet in bill, 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 inan; thither: so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and pertwas the boy that stole your meat, and you'li 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, poor hurt fowl! Now will he crecp 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 -Ila? it may be I go under that tiile, because to send me on; I will fetch you a tooth-picker 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 John's foot; fetch you a hair off 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.

ference 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. () God, sir, bere'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 melavcholy as Pedro. Come, lady, coine; 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 has got th: good- Brat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; will of this young lady; and I overed him my and I gave him use for it, a double heart for a company to a willow tree, either to make him a single one: marry, once before he won it of me garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a with talse dice, therefore your grace may well rod, as being worthy to be whipt.

155/say, I have lost it. Pedro. To be whipt! Whai'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 lie steals it.

lest I should prove the mother of fools. į bave 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 bad

you sad? been made, and the garland too; for the garland Claud. Not sad, my lord. he might have worn himself, and the rod he might Pedro. How_thon sick?

Claud. 10

you my drist.

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. Praith, laily, I think your blazon to be 5 too, to have all things answer my mind. true; though, P'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 tine name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, her iather, and his good-will obtained; name the undertake one ot Hercules' labours; which is, to day of marriage, and God give thee joy! 10bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and Ja mountain of affection, the one with the other. I with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the would fain have it a match; aud I doubt not to match, and all grace say Amen to it!

fashion it, if you three will but ininister such asBrat. Speak, count,'tis your cue.

sistance as I shall give you direction. Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: 113 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 mme, I am yours: I give away Claud. And I, my lord. myself for you, and doat upon the exchange. Pedro. And you ioo, gentle Hero?

Brat. Speak, cousin: or, if you cannot, stop his Hero. I will do any inodest ofiice, my lord, mourl with a hiss, and let him not speak neither. 20 to help my cousin to a good husband.

Priro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest

Brut. Yea, my lord: 'I thank it, poor fool, it husband that I know: thus far I can praise him ; keeps on the windy side of care:- My cousin tel! he is ofa noble strain, and of approvd valour, and bim in his ear, that he is in her heart.

confirm'd honesty. I will teach you how to humour Claud. And so she doth, cousin.

23 your cousin, that she shall fall in love with BeneBeut. Good lord, for alliance !- Thus goes Juick:--And I, with your two heips, will so pracevery one to the world' but I, and I am sun- tise on Benedick, that in despight 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. 30 longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we

Beat. I would rather have one of your father's are the only love-gods. Goin with me, and I will getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like tell

[Excunt. you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a

SCENE II. maid could come by them. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

331 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. was born to speak 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 attecBuat. 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 ibai 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. Beat.Icry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, pardon.

[Exit Beatrice. how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady: 50 waiting gentlewoman to Blero.

Leon. There's a little of themelancholy element John. I remember. in her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she Bora. I at any unseasonable instant of the sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chammy daughter say,' she hath often dream'd of un- window. happiness, and wak'd herself with laughing. 55 John. What life is in that, to be the death of

Pedro.She cannot enduretoheartellofa husband. this marriages
Leon. (, by no means; she mocks all her Bora. The poison of that lies in you to tem-
Hooers out of uit.

per. Go you to the prince your brother; spare Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick not to tell him, that he wrong?d his honour in Lon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a weeifo marrying the renown'd Claudio (whose estimamarrı'd, they would talk themselves mad. tion do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated

Pridro. Count Claudiu, when mean you to go stale, such a one as Ilero. to church?

Johor. What proot shull I make of that? 'To go to the world was a plırase then in use, signifying, to be married. Unhappiness here sigpien, i wild, wanton, unlucky trick.


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Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to another virtuous; yet I am well: butt ill 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 I'll 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 : teil good discourse, an excellent musician, and her them, that you know Hero loves me; intend a hair 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'sr putation, 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 hear this musick? that you have discover'd thus. They will scarcely Claud. Yea, my good lord: How still the believe this without trial: Ofer them instances;

evening is, which shall bear no less likelihood, than to see me 15 As husk'd on purpose to grace harmony!., [self? at her chamber winduw; hear mie call Margaret, Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid himHero; hear Margaret term me Claudio; and bring Claud. O very well, my lord: the musick ended, theni 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 ca!Pd 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 cunning 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.

[Exeunt. 30 Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

Do it in notes.

Balih. Note this before my notes,
Leonato's Orchard.

There's not a note of mine, that's worth the noting.
Enter Benedick and a boy.

Pedro. Why, these are very crotchets that he Bene. Boy,

|35 Note, notes, torsooth, and noting! [speaks; Boy. Signior.

Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his soul raBene. In any 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

SON G. hence, and here again. [Exit Boy.]- do much 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

Men were deceiver's ever; love, 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 neter: scorn, hy falling in love: And such a man is Clau

Then sigh not so, dio. I have known, when there was no musick

But let them go, with him but the drum and the tite; and now had And be you blith and bonny ; herather hear the tabor and the pipe. I have known, Conterting all your sounds of woe when he would have walk'd ten mile afoot, to se 50 Into, Hey nonny, nonny. a good armour; and now will he lie ten rights awake, 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 heavy; an honest man, and a soldier; and now is be turn'd

The frauds of men were ever so, orthographer; his words are a very fantastical ban- 55

Since summer first was leavy. quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so

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 sworir, 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; thou sing'st well on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall 60-nough for a shiit. never make me such a fool. One woman is fair; Bene. [ Aside. ] Anhehadbeen a dog, that should yet I am well: another is wise; yet I am well: lhave howld thus, they would have hang'd him:

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