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Sene, Nature, you know him well enough.

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

1, believe


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-

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

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

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
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.



(Breunt all but Don John, Borachio, and

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

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.


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

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.

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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