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Don PEDRO, Prince of Arragon.

Don JOHN, his bastard Brother.

CLAUDIO, a young Lord of Florence, favourite to A Bor.

Don Pedro.
Benedick, a young Lord of Padua, favourite like. Hero, Daughter to Leonato.

wise of Don Pedro.
LEONATO, Governor of Messina.

BEATRICE, Niece to Leonato.

ANTONIO, his Brother.


}Gentlewomen attending on Hero.
BALTHAZAR, Servant to Don Pedro.

Followers of Don John.

Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.

Two foolish Officers.

Scene, Messina.

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Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp

to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath SCENE I.-Before LEONATO's House. an excellent stomach.

Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE, and Others, with Beat. And a good soldier to a lady ;-but what is a MESSENGER.

he to a lord ?
Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of

Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuff
Arragon comes this night to Messina.

with all honourable virtues.
Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three

Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuff's leagues off when I left him.

man: but for the stuffing,-well, we are all mortal. Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this

Leon. You must not, Sir, mistake my niece: there action.

is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and Mess. But few of any sort*, and none of name. her: they never meet, but there is a skirmish of Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the atchie- wit between them. ver brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don

Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last Pedro hath bestow'd much honour on a young Flo- contlict, four of his five wits went halting off, and rentine, called Claudio.

now is the whole man govern'd with one: so that Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally re-if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him member'd by Don Pedro: he hath borne himself bear it for a difference between himself and his beyond the promise of his age : doing, in the figure horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath


, to of a lamb, the feats of a lion : he hath, indeed, bet be known a reasonable creature.-Who is his comter better'd expectation, than you must expect of me panion now? He hath every month a new sworn so tell you how.

brother. Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be

Mess. Is it possible? very much glad of it.

Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but Mess. I have already deliver'd him letters, and as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the there appears much joy in him; even so much, that next block. joy could not shew itself modest enough, without a

Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your badge of bitterness.

books. Leon. Did he break out into tears?

Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. Mess. In great measure t.

But, I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there no Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no young squarert now, that will make a voyage with faces truer than those that are so wash'd. How

him to the devil ? much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weep

Mess. He is most in the company of the right ing?

noble Claudio.
Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto return'd Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a dis.
from the wars, or no?

ease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and
Mess I know none of that name, lady; there was the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble
none such
in the army of any sort.

Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, it will
Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece?

cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.
Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick, of Pa.

Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.

Beal. Do, good friend.
Mess. O, he is return'd, and as pleasant as ever

Leon. You will never run mad, niece.
he was.

Beat. No, not till a hot January.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and

Mess. Don Pedro is approach'd.
challenged. Cupid at the flight t: and my uncle's fool, Enter Don PEDRO, attended by BALTHAZAR and
reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and
challenged him at the bird-bolt.I pray you, how

others; Don John, CLAUDIO, and BENEDICK.
many hath he kill'd and eaten in these wars? But D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come to
how many hath he kill'di for, indeed, I promised meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to
to eat all
of his killing.

avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the
much; but he'll be meets with you, I doubt it not. likeness of your grace: for trouble being gone, com-
Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these fort should remain; but, when you depart froin me

sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.
• Kind. + Abandance. * At long lengths.

• A cuckold.

+ Mould for a hat. 6 Even

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of yours.

D. Pedro. You embrace your charge* too wilo , ber. But I hope, you bave no intent to turn huslingly, I think, this is your daughter.

baud; have you! Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had Bene. Were you in doubt, Sir, that you ask'd sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. her 1

Bene. Is come to tbis, i' faith? Hath not the Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you world one man, but he will wear bis cap with sus. a child.

picion ? Shall I never see a batchelor of threescore D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may again? Go to i' faith; an thon wilt needs thrust thy guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh the lady fathers herself:-Be happy, lady! for you away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is returned to are like an honourable father.

Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina,

Re-enter Don PEDRO. as like him as she is.

D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that Beat. I wonder, that you will still be talking, sig. you follow'd not to Leonato's ? nior Benedick; nobody marks you.

Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me Bene. What, nry dear lady Disdain! are you yet to tell. living?

D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die,

while she Bene. You hear, count Claudio : I can be secret hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick? | as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come my allegiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance. in her presence.

-He is in love. With who ?— Now that is your Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat:But it is cer- grace's part.--Mark, how short his answer is :tain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: With Hero, Leonato's short daughter. and I would I could find in my heart that I had not Claud. If this were so, so were it utter'd. a hard heart; for truly, I love none.

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so,
Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would nor ' was not sp; but indeed, God forbid it should
else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I be so.
thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your hu- Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God for.
mour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a bid it should be otherwise.
crow, than a man swear he loves me.

D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is
Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! very well worthy.
So some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predesti-

Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lorda nate scratch'd face.

D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, and Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. 'twere such a face as yours were.

Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord
Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. I spoke mine.
Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast Claud. That I love her, I feel.

D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know.
Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be tongue; and so good a continuer: but keep your loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the way o'God's name; I have done.

opinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know in it at the stake. you of old.

D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato,-sig. in the despite of beauty, nior Claudio, and signior Benedick,-my dear friend Claud. And never could maintain his part, but in Leonato, hath invited you all. I tell him, we shall the force of his will. stay here at the least a month: and he heartily Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her prays some occasion may detain us longer: I dare that she brought me up, I likewise give her most swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart. humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat.

Leon. If you swear my lord, you shall not be for winded in my forehead, or hang my buglet in an in sworn. Let me bid you welcome, my lord: being visible baldrick t, all women shall pardon me: bereconciled to the prince your brother, I owe you all cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any

I will do myself the right to trust none; and the D. John. I thank you: I am not of many words, fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I will

live a bachelor. Leon. Please it your grace lead on?

D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go toge- with love. ther.

[Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio. Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of my lord, not with love : prove that ever I lose more signior Leonato ?

blood with love, than I will get again with drinkBene. I noted her not: but I looked on her. ing, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?

and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house, for Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man the sign of blind Cupid. should do, for my simple true judgment? Or would D Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this you have me speak after my custom, as being a pro- faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. fess'd tyrant to their sex.

Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in saber judgment. shoot at me ; and he that hits me, let him be clapBene. Why, i faith, methinks she is too low for a ped on the shoulder, and called Adam §.

D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try : little for a great praise: only this commendation 1 In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. can afford her: that were she other than she is, she Bene. The savage boll may ; but if ever the senWere unbandsome: and being no other but as she is, sible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns,

and set them in my forehead : and let me be vilely Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport: I pray thee, painted ; and in such great letters as they write, tell me truly how thoa likest her.

Here is good horse to hire, let them signify under Bene. Would you buy her, that you enquire after ny sign, Here you may see Benedick, the married Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel?

Claud. If this should ever happen, thou wouldst Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak be norn-mad. you this with a sad brow? Or do you play the flout- D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his ins Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and quiver in Venice,' thou wilt quake for this shortly. Vulcan a rare carpenter ? Come, in what key shall Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

D. Pedro, Well, you will temporize with the hours. Claud. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that In the mean time, good signior Benedick, repair to Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see will not fail him at supper; for, 'indeed, he hath no such matter; there's her cousin, an she were not made great preparation... beanty, as the first of "May doth the last of Decem- • The tune sounded to call off the dogs.

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Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that an embassage ; and so I commit you

breeds it, therefore the sadness is withoat limit.
Claud. To the tuition of God; irun my house, (if Con. You should hear reason.
I had it.)

D. John. And when I have heard it, what bless
D. Pedro. The sixth of July: your loving friend, ing bringeth it?

Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient suf-
Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: the body of your ferance.
discourse is sometimes guarded* with fragments, and D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou say s
the guards are but slightly basted on neitheri ere thou art,) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a
you fout old ends any further, examine your con- moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot
science; and so I leave you. (Exit Benedick. hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause,
Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have sto-

mach, and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when I D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach; teach it but ain drowsy, and tend on no man's business ; laugh how,

when I am merry, and claw* no man in his ha And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn

mour. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show ('land. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?

of this till you may do it without controlment. You D. Pedro. No child

but Hero, she's his only heir: have of late stood out against your brother, and he Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?

hath ta'en you newly into his grace ; where it is Claud. O, my lord,

impossible you should take true root, but by the When you went onward on this ended action, fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful I look'a upon her with a soldier's eye,

that you frame the season for your own harvest. That liked, but had a rougher task in hand

D. John. I had rather be a canker + in a hedge Than to drive liking to the name of love :

than a rose in his grace ; and it better tits my blood But now I am retund, and that war-thoughts to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to Have left their places vacant, in their rooms rob love from any : in this, though I cannot be Come thronging soft and delicate desires,

said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be All prompting me how fair young Hero is,

denied that I am a plain dealing villain. I am trustSaying, I liked her ere I went to wars.

ed with a mazzle, and enfranchised with a clog ; D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage: And tire the hearer with a book of words:

If I had my mouth, would bite : if I had my li-
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it;

berty I would do my liking : in the mean time, let
And I will break with her, and with her father, me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.
And thou shalt have her; was't not to this end, Con. Can you make no use of your discontent
That thou began'st, to twist so fine a story?

D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only.
Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, Who comes here? What news, Borachio ?
That know love's grief by his complexion !
But best my liking mighé too sudden seem,

Enter BoracRIO.
I would have salved it with a longer treatise. Bora. I came yonder from a great supper ; the
D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader prince, your brother, is royally entertain’d by Leo
than the flood ?

nato : and I can give you inteliigence of an intendThe fairest grant is the necessity;

ed marriage. Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once t, thou lov'st; D. John. Will it serve for any model to build And I will fit thee with the remedy.

mischiet on? What is he for a fool, that betroths I know we shall have revelling to-night;

himself to unquielness? I will assume thy part in some disguise,

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. And tell fair Hero I am Claudio;

D. John. Who? The most exquisite Claudio ?
And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,

Bora. Even he.
And take her hearing prisoner with the force D. John. A proper squire ! and who, and who?
And strong encounter of my amorous tale:

Which way looks he?
Then, after, to her father will I break;

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of
And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine:

In practice let us put it presently. (Exeunt. D.John. A very forward March chick! How came
SCENE 11.- A Room in LEONATO's House.

Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was

smoking a musty room, comes me the prince and Leon. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, Claudio, hand in hand, in sad I conference: I whipt your son? Hath he provided this music ?

me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can

upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself, tell you strange news that yon yet dream'd not of. and having obtain'd her, give her to count Claudio. Leon. Are they good ?

D. John, Come, come, let us thither; this may Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have a prove food to my displeasure : that young start up good cover, they shew well outward. The prince hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can crass and count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleach'd him any way, I bless myself every way: you are alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by both sure, and will assist me? a man of mine : the prince discover'd to Claudio, Con. To the death, my lord. that he loved my niece your daughter, and meant

D. John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and if he is the greater, that I am subdued : 'would the cook found her accordant, he meant to take the present

were of my mind I-Shall we go prove what is to

be done ?
time by the top, and instantly break with you of it.
Leoni. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Ereunt.
Ant. A good sharp fellow; I will send for him,
and question bim yourself.

Leon. No, no ; we will hold it as a dream, till it
appear itself:-But I will acquaint my daughter

SCENE I.-A Hall in LEONATO's House. withal, that she may be the better prepared for an Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, HERO, BEATRICE, and answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and

tell her of it.—Several persons cross the stage.)-
Cousins, you know what you have to do.-0, I cry

Leon. Was not count John here at supper?

Ant. I saw him not.
your mercy, friend ; you go with me, and I will use
your skill :-Good cousins, have a care this busy

Beat, How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never time.

(Exeunt. can see him, but l'am beart-burn'd an hour after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. SCENE III.-Another Room in LEONATO's Flouse.

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made

just in the mid-way between him and Benedick : Enter Don John and CONRADE

the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and Con. What, the goujereg, my lord! Why are you the other, too like my lady's eleest son evermore thus out of measure sad?


Leon. Then half signior Benewick's tongue ! • Trimmed.

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* Thickly interwoven. The venereal disease. • Flatter. + Dog-rose.


you to this?


count John's mouth, and half count John's melan- Hero. Why then your visor should be thatch'd. choly in signior Benedick's face,

D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love. Beat. With a good teg, and a good foot, uncle,

(Takes her aside.
and money enough in his purse, such a man would Bene. Well, I would you did like me.
win any woman in the world, if he could get her Marg. So would not 1, for your own sake ; for
good will.

I have many ill qualities.
Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get Bene. Which is one ?
thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. Marg. I say my prayers aloud.
Ant. In faith she is too curst.

Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may cry
Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shalt lessen
God's sending that way : for it is said, God sends a Marg. God match me with a good dancer!
curst cow short horns : but to a cow too curst, he

Balth. Amen. bends none.

Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when Leon. So by being too carst, God will send you the dance is done !- Answer, clerk. no horns.

Balth. No more words; the clerk is answer'd. Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every Antonio. inorning and evening : Lord i I could not endare a Ant. At a word I am not. husband with a beard on his face ; I had rather lie Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. in the woollen.

Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless no beard.

you were the very man : here's his dry hand up Beat. What should I do with him? Dress him in and down, you are he, you are he. my apparel and make him my waiting.gentlewo- Ant. At a word, I am not. man? He that hath a beard, is more than a youth ; Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know and he that hath no beard, is less that a man: and you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? he that is more than a youth, is not for me; and he Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and that is less than a man, I am not for him': there there's an end. fore, I will even take sixpence in earnest of the Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? bear herd, and lead his apes into hell.

Bene. No, you shall pardon nie. Leon. Well then, yo you into hell ?

Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? Beat. No ; but to the gate : and there will the Bene. Not now. devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on Beat. That I was disdainful,--and that I had my his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-Well, you to heaven; here's no place for you maids : so this was signior Benedick that said so. deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for Bene. What's he? the heavens ; he shews me where the bachelors sit, Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough.' and there live we as merry as the day is long.

Bene. Not I, believe me. Ant. Well niece, (To Hero.] I trust, you will be

Beat. Did he never inake you laugh? ruled by your father.

Bene. I pray yon, what is he? Beat. Yes, faith : it is my cousin's duty to make Beat. Why he is the prince's jester: a very dull courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you .- But fool : only his gift is in devising impossible slanyet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fel ders: none but libertines delight in him; and the low, or else make another courtesy, and say, Fa. commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; ther, as it please me.

for he both pleaseth men, and angers them, and Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fit. then they laugh at him, and beat him: I am sure ted with a husband.

he is in the fleet; I would he had boarded t me. Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be what you say: over-master'd with a piece of valiant dust? To Beat. Do, 'do; he'll but break a comparison or make an account of her life to a clod of wayward two on me; which peradventure, not mark'd, or mari ? No, uncle, l'll none : Adam's sons are my not laugh'd at, strikes him into melancholy; and brethren : and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool kindred.

will eat no supper that night. (Music within.) We Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you: if | must follow the leaders. the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know Bene. In every good thing. your answer.

Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if them at the next turning. you be not wuo'd in good time : if the prince be too

(Dance. Then ereunt all but Don John, important, tell him, there is measure in every

Borachio, and Claudio. thing, and so dance out the answer. For hear me,

D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, Hero; Wooing, wedding and repenting, is as a and hath withdrawn her father to break with him Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first about it: the ladies follow her, and but one visor suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as remains. fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes bearing t. repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the D. John. Are not you signior Benedick? cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his Claud. You know me well; I am he. grave.

D. John, Signior, you are very near my brother Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.

in his love: he is enamour'd on Hero : I pray you, Beat. I have a good eye, uncle : I can see a

dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth : church by day-light.

you may do the part of an honest man in it. Leon. The revellers are entering ; brother make

Claud. How know you he loves her ?
D. John. I heard him swear his affection.

Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, BENEDICK, Baltha- her to-night.

ZAR; Don JOHN, BORACHIO, MARGARET, URSULA, D. John. Come, let us to the banquet. and others, mask'd.

[Exeunt Don John and Borachio. D. Pedre. Lady, will you walk about with your

Claud, Thus answer I in name of Benedick,

But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and Tis certain so ;-the prince wooes for himself. say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, especi- Friendship is constant in all other things, ally, when I walk away.

Save in the office and affairs of love: D. Pedro. With me in your company?

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues. Hero. I may say so, when I please.

Let every eye negotiate for itself, D. Pedro. And when please you to say so?

And trust no agent : for beauty is a witch, Hero. When bike your favour; for God defendt Against whose charms faith melteth into blood $. the lute should be like the case !

This is an accident of hourly proof, in D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within Which I mistrusted not : farewell therefore, Hero.

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Re-enter BENEDICK.

of Prester John's foot ; fetch you a hair off the great Bene. Count Claudio

Cham's beard ; do you any embassage to the Pin Claud. Yea, the same.

mies, rather than hold three words' conference with Bene. Come, will you go with me?

this harpy: You have no employment for me? Claud. Whither ?

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company; Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own

Bene. O God, Sir, here's a disa I love not; 1 business, count. What fashion will you wear the cannot endure my lady Tougue.

(Erit. garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's chain ?

D. Pedro. Come, lady, come ; you have lost the
Or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You heart of signior Benedick.
must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and

I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single
Claud. I wish him joy of her.

one · marry, once before, he won it of me with ta.se Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; dice, therefore your grace may well say, I have so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince lost it. would have served you thus?

D. Pedro. Yon have put him down, ady, you Claud. I pray you, leave me.

have put him down. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man;

Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat

lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have the post.

brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave yon. (Erit.

D. Pedro. Why, how now, connt? Wherefore are Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep you sad ? into sedges. But, that my lady Beatrice should

Claud. Not sad, my lord.

D. Pedro. How then! Sick?
know me, and not know me! The prince's fool!
Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because I am

Claud. Neither, my lord.
merry.-Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong:

Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, no' I am not so reputed : it is the base, the bitter dis-merry, nor well : but civil, count; civil as an position of Beatrice, that puts the world into her oran e, and something of that jealous complexion, person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be re D. Pedro. l'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be venged as I may.

true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit

is false. Here, Claudio, I have woo'd in thy name Re-enter Don PEDRO, HERO, and LEONATO. and fair Hero is won; I have broke with her father, D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did and his good will obtain'd : name the day of mar you see him?

riage, and God give thee joy ! Bene. Troth, my lord, I have play'd the part of Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with lady Farne. I found him here as melancholy as a her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, lodge in a warren; I told him, and I think I wld and all grace say Amen to it! him true, that your grace had got the good will of Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue t. this young lady; and I offer'd him my company to Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as were but little happy, if I could say how much. being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away worthy to be whipp'd.

myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. D. Pedro. To be whipp'd! What's his fault? Beat. Speak, cousin ; or, if you cannot, stop his

Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy ; who, mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak, neither. being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, shews it D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry his companion, and he steals it.

heart. D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression ? Beat. Yea, my lord ; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps The transgression is in the stealer.

on the windy side of care :- My cousin tells him in Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been his ear, that he is in her heart. made, and the garland too; for the garland he

Claud. And so she doth, cousin. might have worn himself; and the rod he might Beat. Goud lord, for alliance !-Thus goes every have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stolen one to the world but I, and I am sun-burn'd; I may his bird's nest.

sit in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a husband. D. Pedro. I will but teach thein to sing, and re- D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one, store them to the owner.

Beat. I would rather have one of your father's Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? faith, you say honestly.

Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to could come by them. you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told her D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady? she is much wrong'd by you.

Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another Bene, 0, she misused me past the endurance of a for working-days; your grace is too costly to wear block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would every day :-But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; have answer'd her; my very visor began to assume I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter. life, and scold with her : she told me, not thinking D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; be merry best becomes you ; for, ogt of question, that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest you were born in a merry huur.. upon jest, with such impossible * conveyance, upon Beat. No sure, my lord, my mother cried ; but me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole then there was a star danced, and under that I army shooting at me : she speaks poniards, and was born.--Cousins, God give you joy! every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as Leon. Niece, will you look to these things I told her terminations, there were no living near her, she you of? would infect to the north star. I would not marry Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle. By your grace's her, though she were endow'd with all that Adam pardon.

(Erit Beatrice, had lett him before he transgress'd : she would D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. have made Hercules have turn'd spit; yea, and Leon. There's little of the malancholy element have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk in her, my lord : she is never sad, but when she not of her; you shall find her the internal Alé † in sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard good apparei. I would to God, some scholar would my daughter say, she hath often dream'd of un conjure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a happiness, and waked herself with langhing. man may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary ; D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a and people sin upon purpose, because they would husband. go thither; so, indeed, ali disquiet, horror, and per- Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers turbation follow her.

out of suit,

D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for BeneRe-enter Claudio and BEATRICB.

dick. D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.

Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week Bene. Will your grace command me any service married, they would talk themselves mad. u the world's end? I will go on the slightest er- D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go rand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to to church? send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on from the farthest inch of Asia ; bring you the length crutches, till love have all his rites.

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