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Sene, Nature, you know him well enough.

Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them
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(Dance.)

Scene 1. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 15
Marg. God match me with a good dancer!
Balth. Amen.
Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when the
dance is done ! - Answer, clerk.

Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered.

Urs. I know you well enough ; you are signior An-
tonio.

Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless you
were the very man: Here's his dry hand up and down ;
you are he, you are he.

Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know you
by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to,
mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an
end.

Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ?
Bene. No, you shall pardon me.
Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ?
Bene. Not now.

Beat. That I was disdainful, and that I had my
good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-Well, this
was signior Benedick that said so.

Bene. What's he?
Beal. I am
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me.
Beut. Did he ne

never make you laugh ?

he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool;
only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: none
is not in his wit, but in his villainy, for he both plea-
and beer and angers them, and then they laugh at him,
had boarded

sure he is in the fleet: I would he
me.
Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him

Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two
on mewhich, peradventure, not marked, or not

at, strikes him into melancholy: and then

a patridge wing sayed, for the fool will eat no epper that night. (Music within.) We must follow

Bene. In every good thing. at the next furning.

VOL. II.

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(Breunt all but Don John, Borachio, and

Claudio.
D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and
hath withdraw her father to break with him about it:
The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains.
Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his bear-
D. John. Are not you signior Benedick ? [ing.
Claud. You know me well; I am he.

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: he is enamour'd on Hero; I pray you, dis. sunde him from her, she is un equal for his birth : you may do the part of an honest man in it.

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

Born. So aid I too; and he swore he would marry
her to-tight.
D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

[E.reunt Don John and Borachio.
Claud. Thus answer l in name of Benedick:
But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio-
"Tis certain so. - the prince woses for himsell.
Friendship is Oustant in all other things,
Saye in the office and affairs of

love:
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ;
Let every eye negotiate for itxell,
And trust to agent: for beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith meltetli into blood.
This is an accident of hourly proof,
Which I niistrusted not: Farewell, therefore, Hero!

Re-enter BENEDICK.
Bene. Count Claudio !
Claud. Yea, the same.
Bene. Come, will you go with me?
Claud. Whither!

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own busi; ness, count. What fashion will you wear the garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's chain? or under

our arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one wax; for the prince hath got your llero.

Bene. why, that's s oken like an honest drover ; 50 they sell bullocks.

But did you think the prince would bave served you thus

? Claud. I pray sou, leave me.

Bene, Hor 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.

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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, the bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may.

Re-enter DON PEDRO, HERO, and LEONATO.

D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did you sre him?

Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of lady l'ame. I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren ; I told him, and, I think, I told him true, that and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either

make him him up a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind

to be whipped. Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shews it his companion, and he steals it.

D. 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 bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his bird's

D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and restore hem to the owner.

Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, you say

The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you; the

gentleman that danced with her, told her she is Bene, o, she misused me past the endurance of a

vak, but with one green leaf on it, would have

e answer'd her; and scold with her: she told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; that I was such impossible conveyance, upon ine, that I stood like 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.

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all that Adam had left him before he transgressed: she I would not marry her, though the were endowed with would have made Hercules have turned spit ; yes, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her ; you shall And 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 disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her.

Re enter CLAUDIO and BEATRICE. n. 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 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 of the great Chain's beard : do ihree words conference with this harpy: You have no employment for me!

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company.

Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish'I love not; I cannot endure my lady Tongue.

D. Pedro. Come, lady, come ; you hove lost the heart of signior Benedick.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while : affd gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before, he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say, I have lost it.

D. 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, whon you sent me to seek.

D. Pedro. Why, bow now, count? wherefore are you sad

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Claud. Not sad, my lord.
D. Pedro. How then ? Sick?
Claud. Neither, my lord.

Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well : but civil, count; civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.

D. Pedro. I'raith, 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 fuir Hero is won; I have broke slih her father, and als

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good will obtained : name the day of marriage, 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.

Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you,

Beate speak, cous things, if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss,

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
Beat.

I thank it, poor fool, it keeps

side of ear, that he is in

cousin. to the world doerd, for alliance !-- Thus goes every one a corner, and cry, heigh-ho! for a husband.

D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

Beat. I would rather have one of your father's getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them. D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

my lord, unless I might have another for working days : your grace is too costly to wear every day.- But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; I was born

D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, you were porn in

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was

star danced, and under that was I boruCousine, God give you joy!

Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told you

Beat. I cry you mercy, unele.-By your grace's par. don.

D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lads.

Leon. There s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she sleeps; say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.

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