347 304 to me; 12 at that were impossible: but, I pray you both, Leon. Until tomorrow morning, lords, fare 's possess the people in Messina here well. ko sow innocent she died; and if your love Ant. Farewell, my lords: we look for you Can labour aught in sad invention, 296 to-morrow. Hang ber an epitaph upon her tomb, D. Pedro. We will not fail. And sing it to her bones: sing it to-night. Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. Tomorrow morning come you to my house, [Exeunt DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO. And since you could not be my son-in-law, 300 Leon. [To the Watch.] Bring you these felBe fet my nephew. My brother bath a daughter, lows on. We'll talk with Margaret, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd and sbe alone is heir to both of us: fellow. (Exeunt. Give her the right you should have given her cousin, SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden. Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. Tour over-kindness doth wring tears from me! i do embrace your offer; and dispose Bene. Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, For henceforth of poor Claudio. 308 deserve well at my hands by helping me to the Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your speech of Beatrice. coming; Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in Tonight I take my leave. This naughty man praise of my beauty? 5 Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, 312 man living shall come over it; for, in most Hir'd to it by your brother. comely truth, thou deservest it. 8 Bara. No, by my soul she was not; Marg. To have no man come over mel why, Soi knew not what she did when she spoke shall I always keep below stairs ? Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's But always hath been just and virtuous mouth; it catches. is anything that I do know by her. 316 Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's Dogb. Moreover, sir,—which, indeed, is not foils, which hit, but hurt not. under white and black,--this plaintiff here, the Bene, A most manly wit, Margaret; it will Bender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it not hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call be remembered in his punishment. And also, Beatrice. I give thee the bucklers. watch heard them talk of one Deformed: Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers they say he wears a key in his ear and a lock of our own. basging by it, and borrows money in God's Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must. Satee, the which he hath used so long and never put in the pikes with a vice; and they are paid that now men grow hard-hearted, and will dangerous weapons for maids. scd nothing for God's sake. Pray you, examine Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I upon that point. 327 think hath legs. Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest Bene. And therefore will come. [Exit MARGARET. Dogo. Your worship speaks like a most The god of love, Darkful and reverend youth, and I praise God That sits above, 332 And knows me, and knows me, Loon. There's for thy pains. How pitiful I deserve,Dogb. God save the foundation! I mean, in singing; but in loving, Leander the Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of cil thank thee. 336 pandars, and a whole book full of these quondam Degt. I leave an arrant knave with your carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly Faship; which I beseech your worship to cor- in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were into yourself, for the example of others. God never so truly turned over and over as my poor Exo your worship! I wish your worship well; self, in love. Marry, I cannot show it in rime; I se restore you to health! I humbly give you have tried: I can find out no rime to‘lady' but Este to depart, and if a merry meeting may be 'baby,' an innocent rime; for "scorn, horn, Tabed, God prohibit it! Come, neighbour. 343 a hard rime; for ‘school,' 'fool,' a babbling (Exeunt DOGBERRY and VERGES. I rime; very ominous endings: no, I was not born 17 24 you. 28 IO IO under a riming planet, nor I cannot woo in Bene. And how do you? 9 festival terms. 42 Beat. Very ill too. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend. Then Enter BEATRICE. will I leave you too, for here comes one ir Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called haste. thee? Enter URSULA. Beat. Yea, signior; and depart when you bid me. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle Bene. O, stay but till then! 47 Yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my Lad: Beat. "Then' is spoken; fare you well now: Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince an and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for; Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is th which is, with knowing what hath passed be author of all , who is filed and gone. Will you tween you and Claudio. 51 come presently? Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? kiss thee. Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul and be buried in thy eyes; and moreover I wil wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noi- go with thee to thy uncle's. [Exeипі some; therefore I will depart unkissed. 56 Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his SCENE III.—The Inside of a Church. right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my cbal. Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants lenge, and either I must shortly hear from him, with music and tapers. or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray Ι Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts A Lord. It is, my lord. didst thou first fall in love with me? 63 Claud. [Reads from a scroll.] Beat. For them all together; which main Done to death by slanderous tongues tained so politic a state of evil that they will not Was the Hero that here lies: admit any good part to intermingle with them. Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, But for which of my good parts did you first Gives her fame which never dies. suffer love for me? So the life that died with shame Lives in death with glorious fame. Bene. “Suffer love,' a good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my Hang thou there upon the tomb, will. Praising her when I am dumb. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymi poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will SONG. spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates. 75 Pardon, goddess of the night, Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of woe, ably. Round about her tomb they go. Beat. It appears not in this confession: Midnight, assist our moan; there's not one wise man among twenty that Help us to sigh and groan, Heavily, heavily : will praise himself. 80 Graves, yawn and yield your dead, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that Till death be uttered, lived in the time of good neighbours. If a man Heavily, heavily. do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! dies, he shall live no longer in monument than Yearly will I do this rite. the bell rings and the widow weeps. 85 D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters: put you Beat. And how long is that think you? torches out. Bene. Question: why, an hour in clamour The wolves have prey'd; and look, thegentle da and a quarter in rheum: therefore it is most Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about expedient for the wise, --if Don Worm, his con- Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey science, find no impediment to the contrary,– Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you we to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to Claud. Good morrow, masters: each his e myself. So much for praising myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseworthy. And D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put < now tell me, how doth your cousin? other weeds; Beat. Very ill. And then to Leonato's we will go. 68 veral way. 32 40 9 52 a To visit me. Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? 37 speed's, Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop. Than this for whom we render'd up this woel Leon. Call her forth, brother: here's the friar (Exeunt. [Exit ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick. Why, SCENE IV.-A Room in LEONATO's House. what's the matter, That you have such a February face, Erter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEA- So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness? TRICE, MARGARET, URSULA, FRIAR FRANCIS, Claud. I think he thinks upon the savage bull. and HERO. Tush! fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? And all Europa shall rejoice at thee, 45 Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who As once Europa did at lusty Jove, accus'd her When he would play the noble beast in love. Cpon the error that you heard debated: Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low: 48 But Margaret was in some fault for this, 4 And some such strange bull leap'd your father's Although against her will, as it appears cow, In the true course of all the question. And got a calf in that same noble feat, Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Claud. For this I owe you: here come other To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. reckonings. Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, Re-enter ANTONIO, with the ladies masked. And when I send for you, come hither mask'd: Which is the lady I must seize upon? The prince and Claudio promis’d by this hour Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. [Exeunt ladies. Claud. Why, then she's mine. Sweet, let me You know your office, brother; see your face. You must be father to your brother's daughter, Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her And give her to young Claudio. 16 hand 56 Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd coun- Before this friar, and swear to marry her. tenance. Claud. Give me your hand: before this holy Bene. Friar, Imustentreat your pains, I think. friar, Friar. To do what, signior? I am your husband, if you like of me. Bene. To bind me, or undo me; one of them. Hero. And when I liv’d, I was your other wife: Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, [Unmasking. Tour niece regards me with an eye of favour. And when you lov'd, you were my other husLeon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'tis band. 61 most true. Claud. Another Hero! Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Hero. Nothing certainer: Leon. The sight whereof I think, you had One Hero died defild, but I do live, 25 And surely as I live, I am a maid. 64 From Claudio, and the prince. But what's your D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slanBene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical: der liv'd. Det , for my will, my will is your good will Friar. All this amazement can I qualify: I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death: And to the chapel let us presently. Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? Bere come the prince and Claudio. Beat. [Unmasking.) I answer to that name. 73 Erder DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Bene. Do not you love me? Attendants. Beat. Why, no; no more than reason. D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Bene. Why, then, your uncle and the prince Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, and Claudio Have been deceived; for they swore you did. 76 bere attend you. Are you yet determin'd Beat. Do not you love me? 21 from me, will? 28 68 Claudio: for me. I 84 Bene. Troth, no; no more than reason. witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humou Beat. Why, then, my cousin, Margaret, and Dost thou think I care for a satire or an e Ursula, gram? No; if a man will be beaten with brain Are much deceiv'd; for they did gwear you did. a' shall wear nothing handsome about him. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will thin 80 nothing to any purpose that the world can sa Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh against it; and therefore never flout at me f dead for me. what I have said against it, for man is a gide Bene. 'Tis no such matter. Then, you do not thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy pa love me? Claudio, I did think to bave beaten thee; but, Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. that thou art like to be my kinsman, live u Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the bruised, and love my cousin. gentleman. Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldst ha Claud. And I'll be sworn upon 't that he loves denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell her; thee out of thy single life, to make thee a doub For here's a paper written in his hand, dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly Fashion'd to Beatrice. thee. Hero. And here's another, Bene. Come, come, we are friends. Let's ha Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her a dance ere we are married, that we may light pocket, our own hearts and our wives' heels. Containing her affection unto Benedick. Leon. We'll have dancing afterward. Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against First, of my word; herefore pla our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this music! Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wi light, I take thee for pity. 93 get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverer Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good than one tipped with horn. day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a Enter a Messenger. consumption. 97 Mes. My lord, your brother John is ta'en Bene. Peace! I will stop your mouth. flight, [Kisses her. And brought with armed men back to Messin D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the mar- Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow: I ried man? 100 devise thee brave punishments for him. Stri Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of up, pipers! [Dance. Exeui 88 I 32 36 40 ACT I. Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. SCENE I.-The KING OF NAVARRE'S Park. Dum. My loving lord, Dumaine is mortified: The grosser manner of these world's delights 29 Enter the KING, BEROWNE, LONGAVILLE, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: and DUMAINE. To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; I King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their With all these living in philosophy. lives, Ber. I can but say their protestation over; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; That is, to live and study here three years. When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, 4 But there are other strict observances; The endeavour of this present breath may buy As, not to see a woman in that term, That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen which I hope well is not enrolled there: edge, And one day in a week to touch no food, And make us heirs of all eternity. And but one meal on every day beside; Therefore , brave conquerors, ---for so you are, 8 The which I hope is not enrolled there: That war against your own affections And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, And the huge army of the world's desires, - And not be seen to wink of all the day, Our late edict shall strongly stand in force: When I was wont to think no harm all night 44 Savarre shall be the wonder of the world; 12 And make a dark night too of half the day,Oar court shall be a little academe, Which I hope well is not enrolled there. Sall and contemplative in living art. 01 these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, lou three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longaville, Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. 48 Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, King. Your oath is pase'd to pass away from My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes these. That are recorded in this schedule here: Ber. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please. Four oaths are pass’d; and now subscribe your I only swore to study with your Grace, And stay here in your court for three years'space. That his own band may strike his honour down Long. You swore to that, Berowne, and to That violates the smallest branch herein. the rest. li you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do, Ber. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest. Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it too. What is the end of study? let me know. Long. I am resolv'd; 'tis but a three years' King. Why, that to know which else we should not know. 56 The mind shall banquet, though the body pine: Ber. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from Pat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits common sense? 18 names, 53 fast: 24 |