ACT IV. Friar. Know you any, Count. Leon. I dare make his answer; none. Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do! Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then, some be of laughing; as ha! ha! he! Claud. Stand thee by, Friar:-Father, by your leave; Will you with free and unconstrainéd soul Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfulness. There, Leonato, take her back again; Not to knit my soul to an approvéd wanton. proof, Have vanquished the resistance of her youth, Claud. I know what you would say: If I have known her, You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, I never tempted her with word too large; Hero. And seemed I ever otherwise to you? Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: You seem to me as Dian in her orb; Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide? Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? Claud. Leonato, stand I here? Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord? Claud. Let me but move one question to your daughter; And, by that fatherly and kindly power Claud. To make you answer truly to your Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. Hero. I talked with no man at that hour, my lord. I am sorry you must hear: Upon mine honour, Fy, fy! they are D. John. Not to be named, my lord, not to be spoke of; There is not chastity enough in language, Without offence, to utter them. Thus, pretty lady, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore sink you down? Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, And given way unto this course of fortune, If I know more of any man alive Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; 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. Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, 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: Than when she lived indeed :-then shall he mourn (If ever love had interest in his liver), Bene. Signior Leonato, let the Friar advise you : Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship? Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you; is not that strange? Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you :-but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: -I am sorry for my cousin. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I will make him eat it, that says I love not you. Beat. Will you not eat your word? Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. protest I love thee. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? Beat. You have stayed me in a happy hour; I was about to protest I loved you. Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Bene. Come, bid me do anything for thee. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Beat. I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you:-Nay, I pray you, let me go. Bene. Beatrice,― Beat. In faith, I will go. Bene. We'll be friends first. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O, that I were a man! What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour-O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice; Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a proper saying! Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice ; Beat. Sweet Hero! she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. Bene. Beat Beat. Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. I love thee. By this hand, Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Bene. Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero? Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin. I must say she is dead: and so, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Prison. Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns ; Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined? let them come before master constable. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.— What is your name, friend? |