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fobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses ; O sweet Benedick! God give me patience! · Leon. She doth indeed ; my daughter says so : and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that my daughter is sometime afraid, she will do desperate outrage to herself: It is very true. · Pedro. It were good that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it.

Claud. To what end? Hewould but make a sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.

Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang him: She's an excellent sweet lady; and, (out of all suspi. cion) she is virtuous.

Claud. And she is exceeding wise.
Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick.

Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

Pedro. I would, she had bestow'd this dotage on me; I would have daff'd all other respects, and made her half myself. I pray you, tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say.

Leon. Were it good, think you?

Claud. Hero thinks, surely she will die : for the says, she will die if he love her not; aud she will die ere she make her love known; and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustom'd crossness."

Pedro. She doth well : if she should make tender of her love, ’ris very pofiible, he'll scorn it; for the man, as you know all, hath a contemprible spirit. 7

e contemprible fpirit. That is, a temper inclined to scorn and contempt. It has been before remarked, that our authour uses his verbal adjectives with great licence. There is therefore no need of changing the word with fir T. Hanmer to contemptuous. JOHNSON.


Claud. He is a very proper man.
Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happi-

Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise.

Pedro. He doth, indeed, shew some sparks that are like wit.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in the managing of quarrels you may say he is wise; for either he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes them with a christian-like fear.

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

Pedro. And so will he do, for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jefts he will make. Well, I am sorry for your niece: Thall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear it out with good counsel.

Leon. Nay, that's imposible; she may wear her heart out first.

Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well, and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy to have so good a lady.

Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready.

Claud. If he do not doat on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.

[Afide. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her, and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, when they hold an opinion of one another's dotage, and no such matter ; that's the scene that I would see, which will be meerly a dumb show. Let us send her to call him to dinner.

, [Afide.] [Exeunt,


Benedick advances from the arbour.

Bene. This can be no trick: The conference was sadly borne.—They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have the full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear, how I am censur’d: they say, I will bear my self proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.- I did never think to marry :-I must not seem proud :-happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. , They say, the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness. And virtuous ;'tis so, I cannot reprove it. And wise--but for loving me. By my troth, it is no addition to her wit; nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd so long against marriage : But doth not the appetite alter ? a man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age.--Shall quips and sen“ tences, and these paper-bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said, I would die ą batchelor, I did not think I should live till I were marry'd. Here comes Beatrice: By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.

Enter Beatrice. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner,

? was sadly borne.] i. e. was seriously carried on. So in Whet ftone's Promos and Cassandra, 1578. “The king feigneth to talk fadly with some of his counsel.”



Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.

Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, I would not have come.

Bene. You take pleasure then in the message ?

Beat. Yea, just as much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choak a daw withal:-You have no stomach, fignior; fare you well.

[Exit. Bene. Ha! against my will I am sent to bid yon come in to dinner :-there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me ;-that's as much as to say, Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks, If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture.



Continues in the Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.

HER o.
VOOD Margaret, run thee into the parlour ;

J There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice,
Proposing with the prince and Claudio:
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us ;
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter; like favourites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride


Against that power that bred it: there will the hide

her, To listen our purpose: This is thy office, Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. Marg. l'll make her come, I warrant you presently.

Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick:
When I do name him, let it be thy part.

To praise him more than ever man did merit.
My talk to thee must be, how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hear-say. Now begin.

Enter Beatrice, bebind.
For look, where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
Close by the ground to hear our conference.

Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait :
So angle we for Beatrice: who even now
Is couched in the woodbine coverture :
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose no-

Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.
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 intreat me to acquaint her of it: But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,


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