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Eeat. And how long is that, think you !
Bene. Question ? - Why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myselr : So much for praising myself, (who, 1 myself will bear witness, is praise worthy.) and now tell me, how doth your cousin ?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Enter URSULA. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle ; yonder's old coil at home. It is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone. Will you come presently!
Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?
Rene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.
SCENE 111.- The Inside of a Church.
with music and tapers.
Done to death by slanderous tongues,
Was the Hero that here lies :
Gives her fame, whinh never dies:
Praising her when I am dumb.-
Dene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.
Yearly will i do this rite.
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray:
Good morrow, masters; each his several way.
Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speed's, Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!
SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House.
Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK,
BEATRICE, URSULA, Friar, and HERO.
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused her,
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
a reckoning for it.
gentlewomen all, And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd ;
prince and Claudio promised by this hour
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'Tis most
Leon. The sight whereof,' I think, you had from me,
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And may help.
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Claud. I'll hold my niind, were she an Ethiop.
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:-
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the ladies masked.
Ant. This same is she, and I do gire you her.
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I ain your husband, if you like of me.
ce Scene 4. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. 63 Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife :
Claud. Another Hero?
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
this amazement can I qualify;
that the holy rites are ended,
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ?
is your will
No, no more than reason.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula,
swore that you were almost sick for me.
truly, but in friendly recompense. [me?
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against our
Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, !
D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot fout 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 hand. some 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 nerer 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 siagle life, to make thice 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.
Lcon. 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 Jobn is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise tbee brave punishments for him.-Strike up. pipers.