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COSTUME. Mr. Planché, the contributor of this head of illustration to the “Pictorial" SHAKESPEARE, applies to this play his sensible rule that, “in affixing by the costume a particular period to any of Shakespeare's plays which are not historical, care should be taken to select one as near as possible to the time at which it was written. The comedy of Much ADO ABOUT Nothing commences with the return of certain Italian and Spanish noblemen to Sicily, after the wars. Now, the last war in which the Italians, under Spanish dominion, were concerned, previous to the production of this comedy, was terminated by the peace of Cambray, called La Paix des Dames,' in consequence of its being signed (August 3d, 1529) by Margaret of Austria, in the name of the Emperor Charles V., and by the Duchesse d'Angoulême, in that of her son Francis I. This peace secured to Charles the crown of Naples and Sicily; and, after vanquishing the Saracens at Tunis, he made triumphal entries into Palermo and Messina, in the autumn of 1535.” Of the costume of this period, some illustrations will be found in the Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA ; and elsewhere in this edition.
DON PEDRO, Prince of Arragon.
by Dox PEDRO.
followers of JOHN.
two Officers. VERGES, FRIAR FRANOIB.
HERO, Daughter to LEONATO.
Gentlewomen attending on Ezro.
Messengers, Watchmen, and Attendante.
SCENE I.–Before Leonato's House.
Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally
remembered by Don Pedro : he bath borne himself Enter Leonato, HERO, Beatrice, and others, with a Messenger.
beyond the promise of his age, doing in the figure
of a lamb the feats of a lion: he bath, indeed, betLeon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of ter bettered expectation, than you must expect of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
me to tell you how. Mess. He is very near by this : he was not three Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be leagues off when I left him.
very much glad of it. Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and this action?
there appears much joy in him; even so much, that Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. joy could not show itself modest enough without a Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever | badge of bitterness. brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Leon. Did he break out into tears? Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Mess. In great measure. Florentine, called Claudio.
Leon. A kind overflow of kindness. There are
no faces truer than those that are so washed: how Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at Padua. weeping?
Mess. O! he is returned, and as pleasant as ever Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned he was. from the wars, or no?
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and Mess. I know none of that name, lady: there challenged Cupid at the fight; and my uncle's was none such in the army of any sort.
fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, Leon. What is he that you ask for, piece ? and challenged him at the bird-bolt.— I pray you,
how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.
Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these
Beat. You þad musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man; he hath an excellent stomach.
Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.
Beat. And a good soldier to a lady; but what is he to a lord ?
Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
Beat. It is so, indeed: he is no less than a stuffed man; but for the stuffing,—Well, we are all mortal.
Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her: they never meet, but there's a skirmish of wit between them.
Beal. Alas! he gets nothing by that. In our last conflict four of his five wits went balting off, and now is the whole man governed with one; so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse ; for it is all the wealth that he hath left to be known a reasonable creature.- Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother.
Mess. Is't possible ?
Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.
Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
Beat. No; an he were, I would burn my study. But, I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there no young squarer now, that will make a voyage with him to the devil ?
Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.
Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presenty mad. God help the poble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.
Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.
BALTHAZAR, and others. D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble; the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your grace; for trouble being gone, comfort should remain, but when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.
D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too will- | high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too ingly. I think, this is your daughter.
little for a great praise: only this commendation I Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. can afford her; that were she other than she is, she
Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked were unhandsome, and being no other but as she her?
is, I do not like her. Luon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport: I pray a child.
thee, tell me truly how thou lik'st her. D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after guess by this what you are, being a man.-Truly, her? ibe lady fathers herself.—Be happy, lady, for you Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel ? are like an honourable father.
Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would you this with a sad brow, or do you play the flouting not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina, Jack, to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and as like him as she is.
Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, sig a man take you, to go in the song ? nior Benedick: no body marks you.
Claud. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet ever I looked on. living ?
Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see Beat. Is it possible disdain should die, while she no such matter: there's her cousin, an she were hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick ? not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in beauty, as the first of May doth the last of Dein her presence.
cember. But I hope, you have no intent to turn Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat. But it is | husband, have you? certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had and I would I could find in my heart that I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. not a hard heart, for, truly, I love none.
Bene. Is't come to this, i'faith? Hath not the Beat. A dear happiness to women: they would world one man, but he will wear his cap with else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I || suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of ethank God, and my cold blood, I am of your hu score again? Go to, i'faith; an thou wilt needs mour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, crow, than a man swear he loves me.
and sigh away Sundays. Look; Don Pedro is Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind; returned to seek you. so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.
Re-enter Don PEDRO. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that 'twere such a face as yours were.
you followed not to Leonato's ? Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. Bene. I would your grace would constrain me to Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast tell. of vours.
D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your Bene. You hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on way o' God's name; I have done.
my allegiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance.Beat. You always end with a jade's trick : I He is in love. With whom ?-now that is your know you of old.
grace's part.-Mark, how short his answer is :D. Pedro. This is the sum of all.-Leonato, with Hero, Leonato's short daughter. signior Claudio, and signior Benedick,-my dear Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tell him we Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, shall stay here at the least a month, and he heartily nor 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should prays some occasion may detain us longer: I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart. Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God
Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be forbid it should be otherwise. forsworn.—Let me bid you welcome, my lord : be D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady ing reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe you is very well worthy. all duty.
Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. John. I thank you; I am not of many words, D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. bat I thank you.
Claud. And in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Leon. Please it your grace lead on?
Bene. And by my two faiths and troths, my lord, D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato: we will go to I spoke mine. gether.
Claud. That I love her, I feel. (Ereunt all but BENEDICK and Claudio. D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter Bene. That I neither feel how she should be of signior Leonato ?
loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. opinion that fire cannot melt out of me: I will die Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?
in it at the stake. Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic should do, for my simple true judgment; or would in the despite of beauty. you have me speak after my custom, as being a Claud. And never could maintain his part, but in professed tyrant to their sex?
the force of his will. Claud. No; I pray thee, speak in sober judg Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her: ment.
that she brought me up, I likewise give her most Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she's too low for a humble thanks; but that I will have a recheat