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fay, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witnefs and virtuous; 'tis fo, I cannot reprove it: and wife, 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 to have fome odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd fo long againft marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quipps and fentences, and these paper-bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? no: the world must be peopled. When I faid, I would die a batchelor, I did not think I fhould live 'till I were marry'd. Here comes Beatrice: by this day, fhe's a fair lady; I do fpy fome marks of love in her.
Beat. Against my will, I am fent 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 then in the message.
Beat. Yea, juft fo much as you may take upon a knife's 's point, and choak a daw withal: you have no ftomach, Signior; fare you well.
[Exit. Bene. Ha! against my will I am fent to bid you come in to dinner : there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for thofe thanks, than you took pains to thank me ;- that's as much as to fay, any pains that I take for you is as eafie as thanks. If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am a few; I will go get her Picture.
A C T III.
SCENE continues in the Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Urfula.
OOD Margaret, run thee into the parlour,
Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, prefently. [Exit.
Enter Beatrice, running towards the Arbour. For look, where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Close by the ground to hear our conference.
Urfu. The pleafant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the filver ftream,
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lofe nothing
Urfu. But are you sure,
That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely?
Hero. So fays the Prince, and my new-trothed lord. Urfu. 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, To with him wraftle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it.
Urfu. Why did you fo? doth not the Gentleman Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
As ever Beatrice fhall couch upon?
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deferve
Urfu. Sure, I think fo;
And therefore certainly it were not good
Hero. Why, you fpeak truth. I never yet saw man,
If low, an Aglet very vilely cut; (10)
Urfu. Sure, fure, fuch carping is not commendable:
Urfu. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
Urfu. O, do not do your Coufin fuch a wrong.
(10) If low, an Agat very vilely out; ] But why an Agat, if Jow? And what. Shadow of Likeness between a little Man and an Agat? The Antients, indeed, ufed this Stone to cut in, and upon; but moft exquifitely. I make no queftion but the Poet wrote;
an Aglet very vilely cut;
An Aglet was the Tagg of thofe Points, formerly fo much in Fashion. These Taggs were either of Gold, Silver, or Brass, according to the Quality of the Wearer; and were commonly in the Shape of little Images; or at leaft had a Head cut at the Extremity, as is feen at the End of the Start of old-fashion'd Spoons. And as a tall Man is before compar'd to a Launce ill-headed; fo, by the fame Figure, a little Man is very aptly liken'd to an Aglet ill-ent, Mr. Warburton.
So rare a gentleman as Benedick.
Urfu. I pray you, be not angry with me, Madam,
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
Hero. Why, every day; to morrow; come, go in,
Urfu. She's lim'd, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam.
Hero. If it prove fo, then loving goes by haps;
Beat. What fire is in my ears? can this be true?
No glory lives behind the back of fuch.
SCENE, Leonato's House.
Pedro. and then go I toward Arragon.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick and Leonato.' be confummate, Claud. I'll bring you thither my lord, if you'll vouchfafe me.
Pedro. Nay, That would be as great a foil in the new glofs