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naging 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 love ?
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 further of it by your 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 ready. Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
[Aside. D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her ; 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 that 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 sadly borne. They have the truth of this from Hero. 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 any sign of affection.—I did never think to marry :I must not seem proud :-Happy are they, that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair; 'tis a 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 may 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.
. Enter BEATRICE. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
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?
Beat Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choke a daw withal :-You have no stomach, signior; fare you well.
[Exit. Bene. Ha! Against my will, I am sent to bid you come to dinner—there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to 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 her, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture.
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 overheard'st us; And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honey-suckles, ripen’d by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites, Make proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power, that bred it:—there will she hide
her, To listen our purpose : This is thy office; Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
[Erit. 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: Of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
Enter Beatrice, behind.
Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
thing Of the false sweet bait, that we lay for it.
[They advance to the bower.
Urs. But are you sure,
Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord.
Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it:
Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve