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by Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

D. John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness?

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio? Bora. Even he.

D. John. A proper squire! and who, and who? which way looks he?

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

D. John. A very forward March-chick! How came you to this?

Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was smoking a musty room, comes me the prince

and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself, and, having obtained her, give her to Count Claudio.

D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may prove food to my displeasure: that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way: you are both sure, and will assist me?

Con. To the death, my lord.

D. John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is the greater that I am subdued. 'Would the cook were of my mind !-Shall we go prove what's to be done? Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship.

[Exeunt.

ACT 11.

SCENE I. -A Hall in Leonato's House.

Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.

Ant. In faith, she is too curst.

Beat. Too curst is more than curst. I shall lessen God's sending that way: for it is said, “ God sends a curst cow short horns;" but to a cow too curst, He sends none.

Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send

you no horns.

Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, BEATRICE,

and others. Leon. Was not Count John here at supper? Ant. I saw him not.

Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him, but I am heartburned an hour after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. He were an excellent man that were made just in the midway between him and Benedick: the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling.

Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face

Beat. With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world—if he could get her good will.

Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing I am at Him upon my knees every morning and evening. Lord! I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face; I had rather lie in the woollen.

Leon. You may light upon a husband that hath no beard.

Beat. What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth; and he that hath no beard is less than a man: and he that is more than a youth, is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not

D. Pedro. With me in your company?
Hero. I may say so, when I please.
D. Pedro. And when please you to say so?

Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend the lute should be like the case !

D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.

Hero. Why then your visor should be thatched. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

[Takes her aside. Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Marg. So would not I, for your own sake; for I have many ill qualities.

Bene. Which is one?
Marg. I say my prayers aloud.
Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may

cry, Amen.

for him. Therefore, I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bearherd, and lead his apes into hell.

Leon. Well then, go you into hell?

Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say, “Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids :” so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens: he shews me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.

Ant. Well, niece, [To Hero.] I trust you will be ruled by your father.

Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy, and say, "Father, as it please you :" but yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow; or else make another courtesy, and say, " Father, as it please me.”

Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.

Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you: if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer.

Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not wooed in good time: if the prince be too important, tell him there is measure in everything, and so dance out the answer. For hear me, Hero; wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.

Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, make good room. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, BENEDICK, Bal

THAZAR, Don John, BORACHIO, MARGARET, URSULA, and others, masked,

D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your friend?

Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and especially when I walk away.

Marg. God match me with a good dancer! Balth. Amen.

Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when the dance is done !-Answer, clerk.

Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered.

Urs. I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.

Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were the very man. Here's his dry hand up and down; you are he, you are he.

Ant. At a word, I am not.

Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an end.

Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so?
Bene. No, you shall pardon me.
Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are?
Bene. Not now.

Beat. That I was disdainful—and that I had my good wit out of the “Hundred merry Tales;" -Well, this was Signior Benedick that said so.

Bene. What's he?
Beat. I am sure you know him well enough.
Bene. Not I, believe me.
Beat. Did he never make you laugh?
Bene. I pray you, what is he?

Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester : a very dull fool; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; for he both pleaseth men and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him. I am sure he is in the fleet: I would he had boarded me.

Bene. When I know the gentleman, I 'll tell him what you say.

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'Tis certain so; the prince woos for himself.
Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negociate for itself,
And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
This is an accident of hourly proof,
Which I mistrusted not: Farewell, therefore, Hero.

Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy: and then there 's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool will eat no supper that night. (Music within. We must follow the leaders.

Bene. In every good thing.

Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning.

[Dance. [Exeunt all but Don John, Borachio,

and Claudio. D. John. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it. The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains.

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his bearing

D. John. Are not you Signior Benedick?
Claud. You know me well; I am he.

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; I pray you, dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth: you may do the part of an honest man in it.

Claud. How know you he loves her ?
D. John. I heard him swear his affection.

Bora. So did I, too; and he swore he would marry her to-night. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

[Exeunt Don John and Borachio. Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.-

Re-enter BENEDICK.
Bene. Count Claudio ?
Claud. Yea, the same.
Bene. Come, will you go with me?
Claud. Whither?

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own business, Count. What fashion will you wear the garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's chain ? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero.

Claud. I wish him joy of her.

Bene. Why, that is spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think the prince would have served you thus ?

Claud. I pray you, leave me.

Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; 't was the boy that stole your meat, and you 'll beat the post.

Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. (Exit.

Bene. Alas! poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep into sedges. But that my Lady Beatrice

up a

should know me, and not know me! The Prince's man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; fool! Ha, it may be I go under that title, because and people sin upon purpose, because they would I am merry.—Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and wrong : I am not so reputed : it is the base, the perturbation follow her. bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll

Re-enter Claudio and BEATRICE. be revenged as I may.

D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.

Bene. Will your grace command me any serRe-enter Don Pedro, Hero, and Leonato.

vice to the world's end? I will go on the slightest D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the Count? errand now to the antipodes, that you can devise Did you see him ?

to send me on; I will fetch you a tooth-picker Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part now from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy the length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a hair as a lodge in a warren: I told him, and I think off the great Cham’s beard; do you any embasI told him true, that your grace had got the good | sage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words' will of this young lady; and I offered him my conference with this harpy. You have no emcompany to a willow tree, either to make him a ployment for me? garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good comrod, as being worthy to be whipped.

pany. D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I

Bene. The flat transgression of a schoolboy ; cannot endure my lady Tongue. [Exit. who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's-nest, D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost shews it his companion, and he steals it.

the heart of Signior Benedick. D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgres- Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while ; sion? The transgression is in the stealer. and I

gave him use for it, a double heart for his Bene. Yet it had not been amiss the rod had single one: marry, once before he won it of me been made, and the garland too; for the garland with false dice, therefore your grace may well he might have worn himself; and the rod he

say I have lost it. might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you have stolen his bird's-nest.

have put him down. D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and Beat. So I would not he should do me, my restore them to the owner.

lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me my faith, you say honestly.

to seek. D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to D. Pedro. Why, how now, Count? wherefore you; the gentleman that danced with her, told

are you sad? her she is much wronged by you.

Claud. Not sad, my lord. Bene, 0, she misused me past the endurance D. Pedro. How then? sick? of a block; an oak but with one green leaf on it Claud. Neither, my lord. would have answered her; my very visor began Beat. The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor to assume life, and scold with her. She told me, merry, nor well : but civil, Count; civil as an not thinking I had been myself, that I was the orange, and something of that jealous complexion. Prince's jester ; that I was duller than a great D. Pedro. I' faith, lady, I think your blazon to thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with such im- be true; though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his possible conveyance, upon me, that I stood like a conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at thy name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs : her father, and his good will obtained: name the if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, day of marriage, and God give thee joy! there were no living near her, she would infect Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with to the north star. I would not marry her, though

fortunes; his grace hath made the match, she were endowed with all that Adam had left and all grace say Amen to it! him before he transgressed: she would have made Beat. Speak, Count, 't is your cue. Hercules have turned spit; yea, and have cleft Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I his club to make the fire, too. Come, talk not of were but little happy, if I could say how much.--her ; you shall find her the infernal Até in good Lady, as you are mine, I am yours : I give away apparel. I would to God some scholar would myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. conjure her; for certainly, while she is here, a Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop

her my

interim, undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is, to bring Signior Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, the one with the other. I would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.

Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights' watchings.

Claud. And I, my lord.
D. Pedro. And you, too, gentle Hero?

Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husband.

D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that I know: thus far can I praise him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with Benedick :-and I, with your two helps, will so practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my drift. Exeunt.

his mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither.

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.

Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. My cousin tells him in his ear, that he is in her heart.

Claud. And so she doth, cousin.

Beat. Good lord, for alliance !—Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburned; I may sit in a corner, and cry, “Heighho! for a husband."

D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

Beat. I would rather have one of your father's getting. Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them.

D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady ?

Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every day. But I beseech your grace, pardon me; I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.

D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried ; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.—Cousins, God give you joy!

Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told you

of? Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle. By your grace's pardon.

[Exit BEATRICE. D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.

Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord; she is never sad, but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.

Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers out of suit.

D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick.

Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go to church?

Claud. To-morrow, my lord : Time goes on crutches, till Love have all his rites.

Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just sevennight; and a time too brief, too, to have all things answer my mind.

D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing; but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us. I will, in the

SCENE II.-Another Room in LEONATO's House.

Enter Don John and BORACHIO. D. John. It is so; the Count Claudio shall marry the daughter of Leonato.

Bora. Yea, my lord, but I can cross it.

D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be medicinal to me: I am sick in displeasure to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection, ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage ?

Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly, that no dishonesty shall appear in me.

D. John. Shew me briefly how.

Bora. I think I told your lordship, a year since, how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the waiting-gentlewoman to Hero.

D. John. I remember.

Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber-window.

D. John. What life is in that to be the death of this marriage?

Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to the Prince your brother; spare not to tell him that he hath wronged his honour in marrying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, —such a one as Hero.

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