Claud If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. | learned constable is too cunning to be understood. Rene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? What's your offence? Sand. God bless me from a challenge? Bene. You are a villain;-I jest not:-I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare:-Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me hear from you. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer. D. Pedro. What,a feast? a feast! Claud. Ifaith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a calf's head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught.Shall I not find a woodcock too? Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes; what your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, over heard me confessing to this man, how don Johr your brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero: how you were brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgraced her, when you should marry her: my villany they have upon record; which I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing bu the reward of a villain. D. Petro. Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? Clan. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. Bene. Sir, your wit anbles well; it goes easily. D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit: True, says she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one: Nay, said I, a good wit; Just, said she, it hurts nobody: Nay said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman: Nay said I. he hath the tongues; That I believe, said she for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she con-time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of cluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy. Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said she cared not. D. Petro. Yea, that she did; but yet for all that, an it she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. Claw. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he was hil in the garden. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head? Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Benedick the married man? Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; I will leave you now to your gossip-like humor: you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.-My lord, for your inany courtesies, I thank you: I must discontinue your company your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina: you have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: For my lord lack-beard, there, he and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. Exit BENEDICK. D. Pedro. He is in earnest. D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee! D. Petro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is an ape a doctor to such a man. D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother was fled! Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to. D. Petro. How now, two of my brother's men bound! Borachio, one! Claut. Herken after their offence, my lord! D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done! And fled he is upon this villany. Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear the matter. And, masters, do not forget to specify Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato and the sexton too. Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexton. on me. Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath Bora. Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; That were impossible: but, I pray you both. Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; se- Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming condarily, they are slanders; sixth, and lastly they To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man nave belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified un-Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, just things; and. to conclude, they are lying knaves. Who, I believe, was pack'd' in all this wrong, D. Petro. First, I ask thee what they have done; Hir'd to it by your brother. thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; lastly, why they are committed; and, to conclude, Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me what you lay to their charge? But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her. Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters; that you are thus bound to your answer? this Serious. Dogb. Moreover, sir,(which, indeed, is not under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered • Acquaint. 2 Incited. • Combined in tais punishment: And also the watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows inoney in God's name; the which he hath used so lon, and never paid, that now men grow hardhearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pra y you, examine him upon that point. Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Dogh. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. Lon. There's for thy pains. Dogb. God save the foundation! Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. Dugb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your worship; I wish your worship well; God restore you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, neighbor. Ex. DOG BERY, VERGES, and Watch. Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to morrow. D. Pedro. We will not fail. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. [Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with Margaret, How her acquaintance grew with this lewds fellow. Exeunt. SCENE IL-Leonato's Garden. Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. Bent. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deServe well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty! Bne. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for in most comely truth, thou deserves it. Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs? Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches. Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not. Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give thee the bucklers. Marg. Give us the sword, we have bucklers of our own. Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids. Marg well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I aink, hath legs. [Exit MARGARET. Bene. And therefore will come. The gol of love, That sits above, And knows me, and knows me, How pitiful I deserve, [Singing.] I mean, in singing: but in loving,-Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for school, fool. a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor i cannot woo in festivial terms. Enter BEATRICE. Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called Chee! Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Bne. O, stay but till then! Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now:and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath passed between 'ou and Claudio. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will tiss thee. • Wicked. Beat. Foul words are but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? Beat. For them all together; which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbors: if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. Beat. And how long is that, think you? Bene. Question?-Why, an hour in clamor, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, (if don Worm his consciense find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear witness is praise-worthy,) and now tell me, How doth your cousin? Beat. Very ill. Bene. And how do you? Beat. Very ill too. 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 coils 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 tled and gone: will you come presently? Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bene. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Inside of a Church. Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants, with music and tapers. Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? Claud. [Reads from a scroll.] before the wheels of Phœbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several way. D. Pedro. Čome, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go. Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier.issue speeds, Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! [Exeunt. FCENE IV.A Room in Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, URSULA, Friar, and HERO. Friat Did I not tell you she was innocent? Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd her, Upor. the error that you heard debated: Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Bene. And so am I, being else by iaith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Leon. Well, daughter, and you, gentlewoman all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd: The prince and Claudio promised by this hour To visit me: You know your office, brother; You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Luties. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, signior? Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favor. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: "Tis most true. me, Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. And my help. Here comes the prince, and Claudio. We here attend you; are you yet determin'd That you have such a February face, Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat, . Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Claud. For this I owe you: here come other reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize apon? Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see your face. Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand, Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of ine. Hero. And when I lived I was your other wife: [Unmasking And when you loved, you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero? Hero. Nothing certainer: One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. Bene. 'Tis no such matter:-Then you do not love me! Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't. that he loves her; For here's a paper, written in his hand, Hero. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, And here's another, Containing her affection unto Benedick. Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts!-Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity. Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life; for I was told you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth [Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married man? Bene. I'll tell thee what prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram: No: If a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never 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 single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cous.n do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends.- let's have a dance, ere we are married, that we might lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. First, on 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. The. Now, fair Hyppolyta, our nuptual hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, oh, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue. Four nights will quickly dream away the time; The. Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news with thee? Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia,Stand forth, Demetrius;- My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her:Stand forth, Lysander;-and, my gracious duke, This hath bewitched the bosom of my child: Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchanged love-tokens with my child: I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fait maid: To you your father should be as a god; The. In himself he is: Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. look. Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold; Nor how it may concern my modesty, In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts: But I beseech your grace that I may know The worst that may befal me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius. The. Either to die the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. 'Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, The. Take time to pause; and, by the next new moon, (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship,) Upon that day either prepare to die, For disobedience to your father's will; Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would; Or on Diana's altar to protest, For aye, austerity and single life. It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross; As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and signs Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me Hermia. I have a widow aunt, a dowager Of great revenue, and she hath no child: Her. My good Lysander! I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow; By the simplicity of Venus' doves; By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves; Den. Relent, sweet Hermia;-And, Lysander, By all the vows that ever men have broke, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius: Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love; Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, And, which is more than all these boasts can be, Why should not I then prosecute my right? The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; But, being over-full of self-affairs, My mind did lose it.- But. Demetrius, come; I have some private schooling for you both.- I must employ you in some business How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem' them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! In number more than ever woman spoke;· More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smile. such skill! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. move! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell! Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold To-morrow night when Phoebe oth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,) Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. Her. And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet; There my Lysander and myself shall meet: And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet play-fellow; pray thou for us, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. Erit HERM Lys. I will, my Hermia-Helena, adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! | Erit Lrs Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; |