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Enter. BBATRICE, behind.
Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.
[They advance to the bower. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; I know, her spirits are as coy
and wild As haggards of the rock.? Urs.
But are you sure, That Benedick loves Beatrice so’entirely?
Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it: But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it.
Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed, As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve As much as may be yielded to a man: But nature never fram'd a woman's heart
? A species of hawks.
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :
Sure, I think so;
man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featurd, But she would spell him backward : if fair-faced, She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister ; If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick, Made a foul blot : if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely cut: If speaking, why, a vane blown with all wind : If silent, why a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out; And never gives to truth and virtue, that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable,
Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable : But who dare tell her so ? If I should speak, She'd mock me into air ; 0, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit. Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly :
It were a better death than die with mocks ;
Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick,
Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, Speaking my fancy; signior Benedick, For shape, for bearing, argument,' and valour, Goes foremost in report through Italy.
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.When are you married, madam?
Hero. Why, every day ;-to-morrow: Come, go in; I'll show thee some attires; and have thy counsel, Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow. Urs. She's lim’d? I warrant you; we have caught
her, madam. Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps : Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
[Exeunt Hero and URSULA.
2 Ensnared with birdlime,
Beat. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell ! and maiden pride, adieu !
No glory lives behind the back of such, And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving band; If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band : For others say, thou dost deserve; and I
; Believe it better than reportingly,
A Room in Leonato's House,
Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, and
LEONATO. D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be consummate, and then I go toward Arragon.
Claud.' I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe me.
D. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new gloss of your marriage, as to show 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 sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a heart as sound 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.
D. Pedro. Hang him, truant; there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: if he , be sad, he wants money.
Bene. I have the tooth-ach.
Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards.
D. Pedro. What? sigh for the tooth-ach?
Bene. Well, Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. Claud. Yet say I, he is in love.
D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises; as, to be a Dutchman to-day; a Frenchman to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries at once, as, a German from the waist downward, all slops ;3 and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet: Unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it appear he is.
Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat o' mornings ; What should that bode?
D. Pedro, Hath any man seen him at the barber's ?
3 Large loose breeches.