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(Asick.)

D. Pedro. Ha? no; 00, faith ; thou singest well enough for a shift.

Bene. (Aside.) An he had been a dog, that should bare howled thus, they would have hanged him: and ! pray God, this bad roice bode no mischiel! I had as liel have h-ard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.

D. Pedro. Yes, marry: (10 Claudio.) - Dost thou hear, Balthazar?' I pray thee, get us some excellent musie; for fo-morrow night we would have it at the lads Hero's chamber-window.

Ballh. The best I can, my lord.
D. Pedro. Do so: farewell

. (Ereunt Balthazır and music.) Come hither, Leonato : What was it sou told me to-das ? that your niece Beatrice was in love with signior Benestick

Claud. O, as, - Stalk on, stalk op: the fowl sits. (Aside to Pedro.) I did Dever think that lady would have loved any man.

Leon. Nu, nor I neither; but most wonderful, that she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemed erer to abhor.

Bene. Is 't possible ? Sits the wind in that comer!

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to thiuk of it, but that she loves him with an earaged affection, it is past the infinite of thought.

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
Claud. Paith, like enough.

Leon. O Go! counterfeit! There never was counterfeit of passion caine so near the life of passiont, as she discovers it.

D. Pedro Why, what effects of passion shews she?
Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite.

Leon. What effects, my lord! She will st sou, You heard my daughter tell you bow.

Claud. She did, Indeed.

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: I would have thought her spirit had been ioriacible against all assaults of affectioit.

Leon. I would have sworn it had, mrlord; especially against Benedick.

Bene. (Aside.) I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavers cannol, sure, hide itself in such reverence.

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it up.

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to
Benedick?

Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's her
torment.

Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: Shall I, says she, that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him, that I love him?

Leon. This says she now when she is beginning to write to him: for she'll be up twenty times a night; and there will she sit in her sinock, till she have writ. sheet of paper :--my daughter tells us all.

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of.

Leon. 01-When she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet:

Claud. That.

Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her: I mea. sure him, says she, by my own spirit; for I should Rout him, if he writ to me ; yea, though I love him, I

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses :-0 sweet Benedick! God give me patience

Leon. She doth indeed; my daughter says so: and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that my daughter is sometime afraid she will do a desperate outrage to herself: It is very true.

D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it.

Claud. To what end? He would but make a sport of it, and forinent the poor lady worse.

D. Pedro. An he should, it wire an alms to hang him She's an excellent sweet lady; and, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

Claud And she is exceeding wise. D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

D. Pedro. I would she had bestowed this dotage on me; I would have dafr'd all other respects, and made her half mysell; I pray you, tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say.

Leon. Were it good, think you ?

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Claud. Hero thinks surely she will die; for she says, she will die, if he love her not; and she will die, ere she makes her love krown; and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will 'bate one breath of her accustomed crossness.

D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make tender of her love, 'lis very possible he'll scorn it for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirii.

Claud. He is a very proper man.
D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward hap-
Claud. 'Pore God, and in my mind very wise,

D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, shew some sparks that are like wit.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you and in the managing of quarrels you may see he is wise; for either he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes them with a most Christian-like fear.

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your niece: Shall we go see Benedick, and tell him of her lore?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out with

counsel. Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her heart out first.

D. Pedro.. Well, we'll hear farther of it by our and I could wish he would modestis examine himself, daughter ; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well: to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady.

Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is reads;

Claud. if he do not doat on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.

D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for ler; and that must your daughter, and her gentle woman carry.

The sport will be, when they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter; that's the scene I would see, which will be merely a danıb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner. (Aside.)

[Ereunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonalo.

BENEDICK advances from the arbour. Bene. This can be no trick: the conference was sadly borne. They have the truth of this from llero

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They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say, too, that she will rather die than give ang sign of affection.- I did never think to marry :-1 must not seem proud :-Happy are they, that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair,-'tis å truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous, 'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me:-By my troth, it is no addition to her wit;--nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I mas chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage : But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age : Shall quips, and Sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour ? No: the world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.-Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady! I do spy some marks of love in her.

Cloud. Hero thinks surely she will die; for she says, she will die, if he love her not; and she will die, ere she makes her love known, and she will die if he wo her, rather than she will 'bate one breath of her accus. tomed crossness.

D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make tender of her love, 'lis very possible he'll scorn it: for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit.

Claud. He is a very proper man.

D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness. Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind very wise.

D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, shew some sparks that are like wit.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure your and in the managing of quarrels you may see he is wise; for either he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes them with a most Christian-like fear.

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your niece! Shall we go see Benedick, and tell him or her lore?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear it out with good counsel.

Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her heart out first.

D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear farther of it by sour daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well: and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady.

Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is reads.

Claud. If he do not doat on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.

(dside.) D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for ler; and that

must your daughter, and her gentleman carry. The sport will be, when they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter; that's the scene I would see, which will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner. (Aside)

[Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato.

BENEDICK advances from the arbour, Bene. This can be no trick: the conference was sedly borne. They have the truth of this from llera

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to dinner.

Enter BEATRICE. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, I would not have come.

Bene. You take pleasure in the message ?

Reat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon A knife's point, and choke & daw withal: You have no stomach, signior ; fare you well.

[Exil. Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you come to dinner, - there's a double meaning in that. took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains lo thank me, that's as much as to say, Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks. If I do not take pity of her, 'I am a villain

; if I do not love ber, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture.

[Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-Leonato's Garden.

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Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA.
Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour;
There shalt thou find my cousiu Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio :
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her; say, that thou overheardst us;
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter, -like favourites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it, there will she hide
To listen our propose. This is thy office; [her,
Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently,

(Exit.
Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick:
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit:
My talk to thee must be, how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice : or this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin;

Enter BEATRICE, behind.
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait :
So angle we for Beatrice ; who even now
Is couched in the woodbine coverture :
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing or the false sweet bait, that we lay for it.

(They advance to the bower.)
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;
I know, her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.

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ACT III. .

SCENE I.-Leonato's Garden.
Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA
Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour;
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio:
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her; say, that thou overheardst us;
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter-like fa yourites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it, there will she hide
To listen our propose. This is thy office; (her,
Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently,

(Rrit.
Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick:
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than erer man did merit:
My talk to thee must be, how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty Arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin;

Enter BEATRICE, behind.
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference,

Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedils derour the treacherous bait:
So angle we for Beatrice; who eren non
Is couched in the woodbine coverture:
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
or the false sweet bait, that we lay for it.-

(They advance to the bower.)
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;
I know, her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.

Urs

But are you sure,
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?
Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothéd lord.
Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ?
Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it:
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with affection,
And never to let Beatrice kulow of it.

Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman
Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?

Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man:
But nature never framed a woman's heart
of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprising what they look on; and her wit
Values itself so highly, that to her
All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endeared.
Urs.

Sure, I think so;
And therefore, certainly, it were not good:
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.

Hero. Why, you speak truth : I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,
But she would spell him

backward : if fair-faced,
She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister ;
Il black, why nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed ;
If low, an agale very vilely cut;
1 speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds ;
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out;
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which sinpleness and merit purchaseth.

Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No : not to be so odd, and from all fashions,
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable:
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
She'd mock me into air; o, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly :
It were a better death thau die with mocks ;
Which is as bad as die with tickling.

Urs. Yet tell her of it, hear what she will say.
Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick,

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