With any just reproach? Claud. Marry, that can Hero; Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. D.John. Fie, fie! shey are Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, If half thy outward graces had been plac'd Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? D.John.Come,let us go: these things,come thus to light, Smother her spirits up. [Exeunt Don PEDRO, Don JOHN, and CLAUDIO. Bene. How doth the lady? Beat. Dead, I think ;-help, uncle ; Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle !-Signior Benedick!-friar! Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Death is the fairest cover for her shame That may be wish'd for. [2] Liberal here, as in many places of these play's, means frank beyond honesty, or decency. Free of tongue. JOHNSON. Beat. How now, cousin Hero? Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not? Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Bene. Sir, sir, be patient: For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made, Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron! Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die. Friar. Hear me a little ; For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, [3] That is, the story which her blushes discover to be true. JOHNSON. By noting of the lady: I have mark'd If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here Leon. Friar, it cannot be : Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse That which appears in proper nakedness? Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of?4 Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know none: If I know more of any man alive, Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Friar. There is some strange misprision in the princes. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour ;5 And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lives in John the bastard, [4] The Friar had just before boasted his great skill in fishing out the truth. And, indeed, he appears by this question to be no fool. He was by, all the while at the accusation, and heard no names mentioned. Why then should he ask her what man she was accused of? But in this lay the subtilty of his examination. For, had Hero been guilty, it was probable that in that hurry and confusion of spirits, into which the terrible insult of her lover had thrown her, she would never have observed that the man's name was not mentioned; and so, on this question, have betrayed herself by naming the person she was conscious of an affair with The Friar observed this, and so concluded, that, were she guilty, she would probably fall into the trap he had laid for her. I only take notice of this to show how admirably well Shakspeare knew how to sustain his characters. WARBURTON. [5] Bent is used by our author for the utmost degree of any passion, or mental quality. In this play before, Benedick says of Beatrice, her affection has its full beat. The expression is drawn from archery; the bow has its bent when it is drawn as far as it can be. JOHNSON. Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies. Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Friar. Pause a while, And let my counsel sway you in this case. And publish it, that she is dead indeed : That appertain unto a burial. Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf Change slander to remorse; that is some good : But not for that, dream I on this strange course, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Into his study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he mourn, [5] i.e. we exaggerate the value. The allusion is to rack-rents. STEEV. (If ever love had interest in his liver,)6 Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : And though, you know, my inwardness and love Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this As secretly, and justly, as your soul Should with your body. Leon. Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me 7 Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, dure. Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and en[Exe. Friar, HERO, and LEON. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while ? Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. I will not desire that. [6] The liver, in con ormity to ancient supposition, is frequently mentioned by Shakspeare as the seat of love. Thus Pistol represents Falstaff as loving Mrs. Ford-" with liver burning hot." STEEVENS. [7] This is one of our author's observations upon life. Men overpowered with distress, eagerly listen to the first offers of relief, close with every scheme, and believe every promise. He that has no longer any confidence in himself, is glad to repose his trust in any other that will undertake to guide him. JOHNSON. [8] The poet, in my opinion, has shown a great deal of address in this scene. Beatrice here engages her lover to revenge the injury done her cousin Hero: and without this very natural incident, considering the character of Beatrice, and that the story of her passion for Benedick was ail a fable, she could never have been easily or naturally brought to confess she loved him, notwithstanding all the foregoing preparation. And yet, on this confession, in this very place, depended the whole success of the plot upon her and Benedick. For had she not owned her love here, they must have soon found out the trick, and then the design of bringing them together had been defeated; and she would never have owned a passion she had been only tricked into, had not her desire of revenging her cousin's wrong made her drop her capricious humour at once. WARBURTON. |