Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

[true.
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'Tis most
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me,
From Claudio and the prince: But what's your will?
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
In the estate of honourable marriage ;-
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Leon. My heart is with your liking.

* Friar.

Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

And my help.

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants."
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Leon. Good morrow, prince ;-good morrow, Claudio:
We here attend you: Are you yet determined
To-day to marry with my brother's daughter?

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop.
Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready.
[Exit Antonio.
D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: why, what's
the matter,

That you have such a February face,

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

When he would play the noble beast in love.
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;

And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow,
And got a calf in that same noble feat,

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

Re-enter ANTONIO, with the ladies masked. Claud. For this I owe you: here come other reckonings.

Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see your face.

Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of me.

Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife:

[Unmasking. And when you loved, you were my other husband: Claud. Another Hero ?

Hero.

Nothing certainer:
One Hero died defiled; but I do live,
And, surely, as I live, I am a maid.

D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
Leon. She died my lord, but whiles her slander lived
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;

When, after that the holy rites are ended,

I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death;
Meantime, let wonder seem familiar,

And to the chapel let us presently.

Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ? Beat. I answer to that name; (unmasking.) What is your will?

Bene. Do not you love me?

Beat.

No, no more than reason.

Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and

Claudio,

Have been deceived; for they swore you did.

Beat. Do not you love me?

Bene. No, no more than reason.

Bent. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Are much deceived; for they did swear you did.

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for

me?

Bene. 'Tis no such matter: Then you do not love Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. [me? Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentle

man.

Claud. And I'll be sworn upon 't, that he loves her; For here's a paper, written in his hand,

A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.

Hero.

Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
And here's another,
Containing her affection unto Benedick.

Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts!-Come, I will have thee; but by this light, I take thee for pity.

Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I Field upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.

Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. (Kissing her.) VOL. II.

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D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married

man?

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose, that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt he, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.

Bene. Come, come, we are friends:- let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.

Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, music.Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with

horn.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in fight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.

[Dance. Exeunt.

MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S

DREAM.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

THESEUS, Duke of Athens.

EGEUS, Father to Hermia.

LYSANDER, in love with Hermia.

DEMETRIUS, J

PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus. QUINCE, the Carpenter.

SNUG, the Joiner.
BOTTOM, the Weaver.

FLUTE, the Bellows-mender.
SNOUT, the Tinker.

STARVELING, the Tailor.

HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.

HERMIA, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander.

HELENA, in love with Demetrius.

OBERON, King of the Fairies.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies.

PUCK, or ROBIN-COODFELLOW, a Fairy

PEAS-BLOSSOM,

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta.

SCENE,-Athens, and a Wood not far from it."