Page images

Conr. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, 'till you may do it without controlement; you have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace, where it is impoffible you should take root, but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that


frame the season for your own harvest.

Fobn. I had rather be a canker 7 in a hedge, than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any : in this, (though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man) it must not be deny'd but I am a plain dealing villain ; I am trusted with a muzzel, and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage : if I had my mouth, I would bite ; if I had my-liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

Conr. Can you make no use of your discontent ?

John. I will make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

Enter Borachio.

Bora. I came yonder from a great supper ; the



«r.) To claw is to flatter, pression, a role in his grace? if fo the pope's claw backs, in bi- he was a rose of himself, his bro. Thop Jewel

, are the pope's fiat- ther’s grace or favour could not

The sense is the same in degrade him. I once read thus, the proverb, Mulus mulum labit. I had rather be a canker in a

i I bad rather be a canker in hedge, than a rose in his garden ; a hedge, than a rose in his grace;} that is, I had rather be what naA canzer is the canker role, dog- ture makes me, however mean, rose, cynosbatus, or hip. The sense than owe any exaltation or imis, I would rather live in obscurity provement to my brother's kindthe wild life of nature, than owe ness or cultivation. But a less dignity or estimation to my bro- change will be sufficient: I think ther. He still continues his with it should be read, I had rather of gloomy independence. But be a canker in a bedge than a rose what is the meaning of the ex- by his grace.


Prince, your brother, is royally entertain’d by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

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.
John. Who, the most exquisite Claudio ?
Bora. Even he.

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

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

John. A very forward March chick! How come you to know this?

Bora. Being entertain’d for a perfumer, as I was smoaking a musty room, comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in fad conference. I whipt 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.

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 my self every way; you are both sure, and will assist me.

Conr. To the death, my lord.

John. Let us to the great supper; their Cheer is the greater, that I am subdu'd ; 'would the cook were of my mind! - Shall we go prove what's to be done?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.




A Hall in Leonato's House.

Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret

and Ursula.



AS 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 heart-burn'd an hour after. :

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made just in the mid-way 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 tatling.

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 mony enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world, if he could get her good Will.

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

Ant. In faith, she's too curst.

Beat. Too curst is more than curft; I shall leffen 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.


beart-burn'd an hour from an acid humour in the foafter.). The pain commonly mach, and is therefore properly called the heari-burn, proceeds enough imputed to tart looks. 6


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

you no horns.

Beat. Just, if he fend 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 lye in 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 for him : therefore I will even take six pence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his

apes into hell.

Ant.' Well, Neice, I trust, you will be ruld by your father.

[To Hero. Beat. Yes, faith, it is iny Cousin's duty to make curtsie, and say, Father, as it plecses you ; but yet for all that, Cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsie, and say, Father, as it pleases me.

Leon. Well, Neice, 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-master'd with a piece of valiant dust ? to make account of her life to a clod of way-ward marle ? no, uncle, I'll none; Adam's sons are my brethren, and, truly, I hold it a fin to match in my kindred.

Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you ; if

9 W'ell then, &c. ] Of do not deserve indeed so honourthe two next speeches Mr. Wur- able a place, yet I am afraid burton fays, All this impious non. they are too much in the mansense throun to the button is the ner of our author, who is someplayers, and fified in without times trifling to purchase merthyme or resjon. He therefore riment at too dear a rate. puts them in the margin. They 5


the Prince do sollicit


in that kind, you know your answer.

Beat. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, if you be not woo'd in good time; If the Prince be too * important, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and so dance out the Answer; for hear me, Hero, wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinquie-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 sinks into his grave.

Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle, I can see a church by day-light.

Leon. The revellers are entring, brother ; make good room.

[blocks in formation]

Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and

others in Masquerade. 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.

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

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

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


* Important here and in many the whole Stream of the Copies, other places, is importunate.

from the first downwards. Hero My Visor is Philemon's Roof, says to Don Pedro.'God forbid, within the Houfe is Love.] Thus the Lute should be like the Case!

[ocr errors]
« PreviousContinue »