Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Urfula 6 Where honey-fuckles, ripen'd by the fun, • Forbid the fun to enter; like to favourites, Hero. Now, Urfula, when Beatrice doth come, Now begin. Enter Beatrice, running towards the arbour. Hero. Then we go near her, that her ear lofe nothing I know her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggards of the rock. Urf. But are you fure, That Benedick loves Beatrice fo entirely? Hero. So fays the Prince, and my new-trothed Lord. Urf. And did they bid you tell her of it, Madam? Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it; But I perfuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, Το To wish him wrestle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it. Urf Why did you fo? doth not the gentleman Deferve as full, as fortunate a bed, As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ? Hero O god of love! I know he doth deferve All matter elfe feems weak; fhe cannot love, Urf. Sure I think so; And therefore certainly it were not good Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet faw man, If peaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; If filent, why, a block moved with none.' So turns the every man the wrong fide out, And never gives to truth and virtue that Which fimplenefs and merit purchaseth. Urf. Sure, fure, fuch carping is not commendable. Hero. No; for to be fo odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable. But who dare tell her fo? If I fhould fpeak, And And counfel him to fight against his paffion. Urf. O, do not do your coufin fuch a wrong. As fhe is priz'd to have), as to refuse Hero. He is the only man of Italy, Urf. I pray you be not angry with me, Madam, Speaking my fancy; Signior Benedick, For fhape, for bearing, argument, and valour, Hero. Indeed he hath an excellent good name. Hero. Why, every day; to-morrow; come, go in, I'll fhew thee fome attires, and have thy counsel Which is the beft to furnish me to-morrow. Urf. She's lim'd, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam. Hero. If it prove fo, then loving goes by haps; Some Cupids kill with arrows, fome with traps. [Exeunt. Beatrice, advancing. Beat. What fire is in my ears? can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and fcorn so much? Contempt, farewe!! and maiden-pride, adieu! No glory lives behind the back of fuch. Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; SCENE II. [Exit. Leonato's houfe. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be confummate, and then go I toward Arragon. 1. Claud. Claud. I'll bring you thither my Lord, if you'll vouchsafe me. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a foil in the new glofs of your marriage, as to fhew a child his new coat, and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold with Benedick for his company: for, from the crown of his head to the fole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-ftring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a heart as found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. Pedro. Hang him, truant, there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love if he be fad, he wants money. Bene. I have the tooth-ach. Pedro Draw it. Bene. Hang it Claud. You must hang it firft, and draw it afterwards. Leon. Which is but a humour, or a worm. Bene. Well, every one can mafter a grief but he that has it 66 Claud. Yet fay I, he is in love Pedro. "There is no appearance of fancy in him, "unless it be a fancy that he hath to ftrange disguises; as to be a Dutchman to-day, a Frenchman to-morrow; or in the fhape of two countries at once; a "German from the wafte downward, all flops; and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet Unlefs he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it to appear he is. 66 Claud. If he be not in love with fome woman, there is no believing old figns: he brushes his hat o’mornings; what fhould that bode? Pedro. Fath any man feen him at the barber`s ? Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him, and the oli ornament of his cheek hath already fuff'd tennis-balls. VOL. II. E Leon. Leon. Indeed he looks younger than he did by the lofs of a beard. Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet; can you fmell him out by that? Claud, That's as much as to fay, the fweet youth's in love. Pedro. The greateft note of it is his melancholy. Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear what they fay of him. Claud. Nay, but his jefting fpirit, which is now crept into a lute-string, and now govern'd by ftops Pedro. Indeed that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude he is in love. Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him. Pedro. That would I know too: I warrant, one that knows him not. Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions, and in despight of all, dies for him. Pedro. She fhall be bury'd with her face upwards. Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach. Old Signior, walk afide with me; I have study'd eight or nine wife words to speak to you, which thefe hobbyhorfes must not hear [Exeunt Benedick and Leonato. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Beatrice. Claud. 'Tis even fo. Hero and Margaret have by this play'd their parts with Beatrice; and then the two bears will not bite one another when they meet. SCENE III. Enter Don John. John, My Lord and brother, God fave you. John. If your leisure ferv'd, I would speak with you, John. If it please you; yet Count Claudio may hear; for what I would speak of, concerns him. Pedro. What's the matter? John Means your Lordship, to be marry'd to-morrow? Pedro. You know he does, [To Claudio. John. |