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own business, count. What fashion will you may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; wear the garland of? About your neck, like and people sin upon purpose, because they an usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, horror, and perturbation follow her. for the prince hath got your Hero. Claud. I wish him joy of her.

Re-enter CLAUDIO and BEATRICE. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you Bene. Will your grace command me any ser. think, the

prince would have served you thus? vice to the world's end ? I will go on the slightClaud. I pray you, leave me.

est errand now to the Antipodes, that you can Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind devise to send me on; I will fetch you a toothman; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and picker now from the farthest inch of Asia; you'll beat the post.

bring you the length of Prester John's foot; Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. (Exit. fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard;

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather creep into sedges.- -But, that my lady Bea- than hold three words' conference with this trice should know me, and not know me! The harpy: You have no employment for me? prince's fool !-Ha! it may be, I go under that D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good title, because I am merry: -Yea; but so; I am company, apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed : Bene. ( God, Sir, here's a dish I love not; it is the base, the bitter disposition of Beatrice, I cannot endure my lady tongue. [Exit. that puts the world into her person, and so D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may. the heart of signior Benedick.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; Re-enter Don Pedro, Hero, and Leonato.

and I give him'use* for'it, a double heart for D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count; his single one: marry, once before, he won it Did you see him?

of me with false dice, therefore your grace may Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part well say, I have lost it. of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you as a lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I have put him down. think, I told him true, that your grace had got Beat. So I would not he should do me, my the good will of this young lady; and I offered lord, lest

I should prove the mother of fools. I him my company to a willow tree, either to have brought count Claudio, whom you sent make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to me to seek. bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore whipped.

are you sad? D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Claud. Not sad, my lord. Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; D. Pedro. How then? Sick? who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, Claud. Neither my lord. shows it his companion, and he steals it. Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor

D. Pedro. Wist thou' make a trust a trans- merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an gression ? The transgression is in the stealer. orange, and something of that jealous com

Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had plexion. been made, and the garland too ; for the gar- D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon land he might have worn himself; and the rod to be true; though, i'll be sworn, if he be so, he might have bestowed on you, who, as I take his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have it, have stol’n his bird's nest.

wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won; I D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and have broke with her father, and his good will restore them to the owner.

obtained : name the day of marriage, and God Bene. If their singing answer your saying, give you joy! by my faith, you say honestly.

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the to you; the gentleman, that danced with her, match, and all grace say Amen to it! told her, that she is much wronged by you. Beat. Speak,

count, 'tis your cue.t Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: of a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on I were but little happy, if I could say how it, would have answered her; my very visor much.-Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I began to assume life, and scold with her : She give away myself for you, and dote upon the told me, not thinking I had been myself, that exchange. I was the prince's jester; that I was duller than Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with his mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, such impossible* conveyance, upon me, that I neither. stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry shooting at me: She speaks poniards, and heart. every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible Beat. Yes, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it as her terminations, there were no living near keeps on the windy side of care :-My cousin her, she would infect to the north star. I would tells him in his ear, that he is in her heart. not marry her, though she were endowed with Claud. And so she doth, cousin. all that Adam had left him before he trans- Beat. Good lord, for alliance !-Thus goes gressed : she would have made Hercules have every one to the world but I, and I am sunturned spit; yea, and have cleft his club to burned ; I may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh make the fire too. Come, talk not of her ; you ho! for a husband. shall find her the infernal Atét in good apparel. D. Pedro, Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. I would to God, some scholar would conjure Beat. I would rather have one of your father's ber; for, certainly, while she is here, a man getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like lacredible.

+ The Godãess of Discord. # Interest, + Turn : a phrase among the player

you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. maid could come by them.

D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

will be medicinable to me: I am sick in disBeat. No, my lord, unless I might have an. pleasure to him;and whatsoever comes athwart other for working-days; your grace is too his affection, ranges evenly with mine. How costly to wear every day :-But, I beseech canst thou cross this marriage ? Four grace, pardon me: I was born to speak Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly all mirth, and no matter.

that no dishonesty shall appear in me. D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and D. John. Show me briefly how. to be merry best becomes you; for, out of Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year question, you were born in a merry hour. since, how much I am in the favour of Margaret.

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; the waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. but then there was a star danced, and under D. John. I remeniber. that was I born.-Cousins, God give you joy! Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of

Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I the night, appoint her to look out at her lady's told you of ?

chamber-window. Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your D. John. What life is in that, to be the death grace's pardon.

(Exit BEATRICE. of this marriage ? D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Indy.

Go you to the prince your brother; spare not Leon. There's little of the melancholy ele- to tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in ment in her, my lord: she is never sad, but marrying the renowned Claudio (whose estimawhen she sleeps; and not ever sad then ; for I tion do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated have heard my daughter say, she hath often stale, such a one as Hero. dreamed of unhappiness, and waked herself D. John. What proof shall I make of that? with laughing:

Bora. Proof enough. .o misuse the prince, to D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of vex Claudio, to indo Hero, and kill Leonato: a husband.

Look you for any other issue? Leon. 0, by no means; she mocks all her D. John. Only to despite them, I will endea. wooers out of suit.

vour any thing D. Pedro. She were an excellent wise for Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Benedick.

Don Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a them, that you know that Hero loves me; inweek married, they would talk themselves mad. tend* a kind of zeal both to the prince and

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to Claudio, as in love of your brother's bonour go to church?

who hath made this match; and his friend's Claud. To-morrow my lord: Time goes on reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with cratches, till love have all his rites.

the semblance of a maid, that you have disLeon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which covered thus. They will scarcely believe this is hence a just seven-night ; and a time too without trial: offer them instances; which shall brief too, to have all things answer my mind.

bear no less likelihood, than to see me at her D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so chamber-window; hear me call Margaret, long a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, Hero; here Margaret term mc Borachio; and the time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the bring them to see this, the very night before the interim, undertake one of Hercules' labours; intended wedding: for, in the mean time, I will which is, to bring signior Benedick, and the so fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, the and there shall appear such seeming truth of one with the other. I would fain have it a Hero's disloyalty, that jealousy shall be callid match; and I doubt not but to fashion it, if assurance, and all the preparation overthrown. you three will but minister such assistance as D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it I shall give you direction.

can, I will put it in practice: Be cunning in Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost the working this, and thy fee is a thousand me ten night's watchings.

ducats. Claud. And I, my lord.

Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? my cunning shall not shame me. Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord,

D. John. I will presently go learn their day to help my cousin to a good husband.

of marriage.

[ Exeunt. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhope. SCENE III.-LEONATO's Garden, fullest husband that I know: thus far can I

Enter BENEDICK and u Boy. praise him; he is of a noble strain,* of approved valour, and confirmed honesty. I will teach

Bene. Boy, you how to humour your cousin, that she shall

Boy. Signior. fall in love with Benedick :-and I, with your

Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; two helps, will so practise on Benedick, that, bring it hither to me in the orchard. in despite of his quick wit and his queasyt

Boy. I am here already, Sir. stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice.

Bene. know that ;-but I would have thee if we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer; hence, and here again. (Exit Bov.}-I do his glory shall be ours,

for we are the only much wonder, that one man, seeing how much love-gods. Go in with me, and I will

tell you another man is a fool when he dedicates his bemy drift.

(Exeunt. haviours to love, will, after he hath laughed at SCENE II.-- Another Room in LEONATO's

such shallow follies in others, become the arHouse.

gument of his own scorn, by falling in love:

And such a man is Claudio. I have known, Enter Don John and BORACHIO.

when there was no music with him but the D. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall drum and fife; and now he would rather bear marry the daughter of Leonato.

the tabor sad the pipe: I have known, wbed Lincage.

+ Fastidioun



he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo* a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights

Of dumps so dull and heary ; awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet.

The fraud of men was ever so, He was wont to speak plain, and to the pur.

Since summer first was leavy. pose, like an honest man, and a soldier ; and

Then sight not so, &c. now is he turn'd orthographer ; his words are D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. dishes. May I be so converted, and see with

D. Pedro. Ha? no, no, faith; thou singest these eyes? I cannot tell; J think not: I will well enough for a shift. not be sworn, but love may transform me to an Bene. (Aside.) An he had been a dog, that ogster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have should have howled thus, they would havo made an oyster of me, he shall never make me hanged him: and, I pray God, his bad voice such a fool. One woman is fair ; yet I am bode no mischief!' I had as liet' have heard the well: another is wise ; yet I am well: another night-raven, come what plague could have virtuous; yet I am well: but till all graces become after it. in one woman, one woman shall not come in

D. Pedro. Yea, marry; [To Claudio.)-Dost my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; thou hear, Balthazar! I pray thee, get us some wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheap- excellent music; for io-morrow night we en hér; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, would have it at the lady Hero's chamberor come not near me ; nuble, or not I for an window. angel; of good discourse, an excellent musi- Balth. The best I can, my lord. cian, and her hair shall be of what colour it

D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. (Exeunt BALTHAplease God. Ha! the prince and monsieur

ZAR and music.] Come hither, Leonato: What Lore! I will hide me in the arbour.

was it you told me of to-day? that your niece

(Withdraws. Beatrice was in love with signior Benedick? Enter Don PEDRO, LEONATO, and CLAUDIO,

Claud. O, ay :-Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl

sits. [Aside to Pedro.] I did never think that D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music?

lady would have loved any man. Cland. Yea, my good lord :-How still the

Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, evening is,

that she should so dote on signior Benedick, As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony! whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemD. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid ed ever to abhor. bimself?

Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that Claud. O, very well, my lord: the music

corner ?

(Aside. ended,

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell We'll fit the kid-fox* with a penny-worth. what to think of it; but that she loves him Enter BALTHAZAR, with music.

with an enraged affectiout;-it is past the in

finite of thought.* D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit. song again.

Claud. 'Faith, like enough. Balth. () good my lord, tax not so bad a

Leon. O God! counterfeit! There never was voice. To slander music any more than once.

counterfeit of passion came so near the life of

passion, as she discovers it. D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows To put a strange face on his own perfection :

she ? I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

Cluud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite.. Baith. Because you talk of wooing, I will

[Aside. sing:

Leon. What effects, my lord! She will sit. Since many a wooer doth commence his suit

you,To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes; Yet will he swear, he loves.

You heard my daughter tell you how.

Claud. She did, indeed.
D. Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come:
Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze

me: I would have thought her spirit had been Do it in notes.

invincible against all assaults of affection. Balth. Note this before my notes,

Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; There's not a note of mine that's worth the especially against Benedick: noting.

Bene. (Aside.] I should think this a gull, but D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knave

he speaks Note, notes, forsooth, and noting!

ery cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. [Music.

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it Bene. Now, Dirine air ! now is his soul ra.


[Aside vished !-Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!-Well, to Benedick?

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known a born for my money, when all's done.

Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's BALTHAZAR sings.

her torment. i Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter i Men were deceirers erer ;

says : Shall !, says she, that have so oft encoun.

ter'd him with scorn, write to him that I love him? One foot in sen, and one on shore;

Leon. This says she now when she is beginning
To one thing constant nerer :
Then sigh not so,

to write to him : for she'll be up twenty times. But let them go,

a night; and there will she sit in ber smock,

till she have writ a sheet of paper :-my daughAnd be


blith and bonny; ter tells us all. Converting all your sounds of woe Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, L Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of. or cub-fox.

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Leon. O!..When she had writ it, and was Benedick well; and I could wish he would reading it over, she found Benedick and Beat- modestly examine himself, to see how much rice between the sheet?

he is unworthy so good a lady. Cluud. That.

Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand ready. half-pence; railed at herself, that she should Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I be so immodest to write to one that she knew will never trust my expectation. [Aside. would flout her: I measure him, says she, by my D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread own spirit ; for I should flout him, if he irit to for her; and that must your daughter and her me ; yea, though I love him, I should.

gentlewoman carry. The sport will be, when Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, and no such matter; that's the scene that I prays, curses ;-0 sweet Benedick! God give would see, which will be merely a dumb show. one patience!

Let us send her to call him in to dinner. Leon. She doth indeed; my daughter says

[ Aside. so: and the ecstasy* hath so much overborne Ereunt Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, and LEONATO. her, that my daughter is sometime afraid she

Benedick advances from the arbour. will do a desperate outrage to herself; It is very true.

Bene. This can be no trick; The conference D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew was sadly borne.*They have the truth of this of it by some other, it she will not discover it. from Hero. They seem to pity the lady ; it

Claud. To what end? He would but make a seems, her affections have their full bent. sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear

D. Pedro. An she should, it were an alms to how I am censured: they say, I will bear myhang him: She's an excellent sweet lady; and, self proudiy, if I perceive the love come from out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

her; they say too, that she will rather die than Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

give any sign of afiection.--I did never think D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Bene- to marry : -I must not seem proud :-Happy dick.

are they that hear their detractions, and can Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combat. put them to mending. They say, the lady is ing in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness : one, that blood hath the victory. I am sorry

and virtuous;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle wise, but for loving me :-By my troth, it is no and her guardian.

addition to her wit ;-nor no great argument D. Pedro, I would, she had bestowed this do- of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with tage on me; I would have daff’dt all other re- her.—I may chance have some odd quirks and spects, and made her half myself: I pray you, remnants of wit broken on me, because I have tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say railed so long against inarriage :-But doth not Leon. Were it good, think you ?

the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die: for his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: she says, she will die if he love her not; and Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper she will die ere she makes her love known; bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career and she will die if he woo her, rather than she of his humour ? No: The world must be peowill ’bate one breath of her accustomed cross-pled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, ness.

I did not think I should live till I were mar D. Pedro. She doth well, if she should make ried.--Here comes Beatrice: By this day, she's tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in t; for the man, as you know all, hath a con

her. temptiblet spirit.

Enter BEATRICE. Cluud. He is a very propers man.

Beat. Against nuy will, I am sent to bid you D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward come in to dinner. happiness.

Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. pains. D. Pedro. He doth, indeed,

show some sparks Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, that are like wit.

than you take pains to thank me; if it had been Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

painful, I would not have come. D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in Bene. You take pleasure in the message. the managing of quarrels you may say he is Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take wise ; for either he avoids them with great dis- upon a knife's point, and choke a daw withal cretion, or undertakes them with a most Chris- - You have no stomach, signior; fare you well tian-like fear,

(Exit. Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid keep peace ; if he break the peacc, he ought you come to dinner-there's a double meaning to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. in that. I took no more pains for those thanks,

D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man than you took pains to thank me—that's as much doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, as to say, Any pains that I take for you is as by some large jests he will make. Well, I am easy as thanks :-11 I do not take pity of her sorry for your niece: Shall we go see Benedick, I am a villian ; if I do not love her, I am and tell him of her love?

Jew: I will go get her picture. [Exit. Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear

ACT III. it out with good counsel, Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear

SCENE I.-LEONATO's Garden. her heart out first.

Enter HERO, MARGARET, and Ursula. D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the while. I love

Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the pas.

lor; Alienation of mird.

+ Thrown off. s Conteroptuous Handsome.

* Seriously carried on


There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sistor
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio: If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick,
Wbisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-beaded;
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse If low, an agate very vilely cut;
Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us; It speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
And bid her steal into the pleached bower, If silent, why a block moved with none.
Where honey-suckles ripen'd by the sun, So turns she every man the wrong side out;
Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites, And never gives to truth and virtue, that
Made proud by princes, that advance their Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not comAgainst that power that bred it:-there will

mendable. she hide her,

Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all To listen our purpose: This is thy office,

fashions, Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable: Marg. I'll make her coine, I warrant you, But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, presently.

[ Éxit. She'd mock me into air; 0, she would laugh ne Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth Out of myself, press me to death with wit. come,

Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, As we do trace this alley up and down, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly: Our talk must only be of Benedick:

It were a better death than die with mocks; When I do name him, let it be thy part

Which is as bad as die with tickling. To praise him more than ever man did merit: Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will My talk to thee must be, how Benedick

say. Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick, Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,

And counsel him to fight against his passion: That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin ; And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders Enter Beatrice, behind.

To stain my cousin with : One doth not know,

How much an ill word may empoison liking. For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. Close by the ground, to hear our conference. She cannot be so much without true judgement,

Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish (Having so swift* and excellent a wit,
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, As she is priz'd to have,) as io refuse
Add greedily devour the treacherous bait:

So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick.
So angle we for Beatrice; who even now Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Is couched in the woodbine coverture:
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Always excepted my dear Claudio.

Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, maHero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose Speaking my fancy; signior Benedick, (dam,

nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it. Goes foremost in report through Italy.

For shape, or bearing, argument, and valour, [They advance to the bower. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;

Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good I know, her spirits are as coy and wild

Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had As haggards of the rock.t

When are you married, madam? [it.Urs. But are you sure,

Hero. Why, every day ;-to-morrow: Come, That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?

go in;

[counsel, Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed I'll show thee some attires; and have thy lord.

Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow. Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, Urs. She's lim’dt I warrant you; we have

madam? Hero. They did intreatme to acquainther ofit:

caught her, madam. Bat I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps: To wish him wrestle with affection,

(Exeunt Hero and URSULA. And never to let Beatrice know of it. Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentle.

BEATRICE advances. Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,

Beat. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?

true ?

(much? Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth de

Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so serve

Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu ! As much as may be yielded to a man:

No glory lives behind the back of such. But nature never fram'd a woman's heart And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee; Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,

If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee Misprisingt what they look on; and her wit To bind our loves up in a holy band : Values itself so highly, that to her

For others say, thou dost deserve; and I All matter else seems weak : she cannot love,

Believe it better than reportingly. (Exit. Nor take no shape nor project of affection,

SCENE 11.- A room in LEONATO's House. She is so self-endeared. Ors. Sure, I think so;

Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, ma And therefore, certainly, it were not good

LEONATO. She knew his love, lest she make sport at it. D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage Hero. Why, you speak truth: I never yet be consummate, and then I go toward Arragon. saw man,

(tur'a, Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, is How wise, how noble, young, how rarely fea- you'll vouchsafe me. Betshe would spell him backward: if fair-faced, D. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil • Discoursing. + A species of hawk. Undervaluing. i * Ready

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