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If I know more of any man alive,
princes. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of ho
Leon. I know not: If they speak but truth of her These hands shall tear her ; if they wrong her ho
Friar. Pause a while,
Let 6.-bent of henour,] Bent is used by our authour for the utmost degree of any passion, or mental quality. In this play before Benedick says of Beatrice, her affietion has its full bent. The expression is derived from archery ; the bow has its bent, when it is drawn as far as it can be. JOHNSON. ? Your daughter here the princes left for dead;) In former copies, Your daughter bere the princess (left for dead;
Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
do? Friar. Marry, this, well carry'd, shall on her be
half Change Nander to remorse; that is some good: But not for that dream I on this strange course, But on this travail look for greater birth. She dying, as it must be so maintain’d, Upon the instant that she was accus'd, Shall be lamented, pity'd, and excus'd, Of every hearer: For it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value;' then we find The virtue that posfellion would not shew us Whilft it was ours : So will it fare with Claudio : When he shall hear she dy'd upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination ; And every lovely organ of her life
But how comes Hero to start up a princess here? We have no in. timation of her father being a prince; and this is the first and on. ly time she is complimented with this dignity. The remotion of a single letter, and of the parenthesis, will bring her to her own rank, and the place to its true meaning.
Your daughter here the princes left for dead; i. e. Don Pedro, prince of Arragon ; and his bastard brother who is likewise called a prince. THEOBALD.
-ofientation ;] Show; appearance. JOHNSON.
1 i. e. We exaggerate the value. The allusion is to rack-rents. STEEVENS,
Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit,
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
Leon. Being that I Row in grief,
For to strange fores, strangely they strain the
Come, lady, die to live : this wedding day, Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience and endure.
The smallest twine may lead me ) This is one of our authour's observations upon life. Men overpowered with distress, eagerly liften to the first offers of relief, close with every scheme, and be. lieve every promise. He that has no longer any confidence in himself, is glad to repose his trust in any other that will undertake to guide him. Johnson. VOL. II.
Manent Manent Benedick and Beatrice,
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
Bene. Is there any way to thew such friendship?
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 lov'st me.
Manent Benedick and Beatrice.] The poet, in my opinion, has Shewn a great deal of address in this scene. Beatrice here engages her lover to revenge the injury done her cousin Hero :- and wichout this very natural incident, considering the character of Bea. trice, and that the story of her passion for Benedick was all a fable, she could never have been easily or naturally brought to contess the loved him, notwithftanding all the foregoing preparation. And yet, on this confession, in this very place, depended the whole succeis of the plot upon her and Benedick. For had the not owned her love here, they must have foon found out the trick, and then the design of bringing them together had been defeated; and he would never have owned a paffion she had been only tricked into, had not her defire of revenging her cousin's wrong made her drop her capricious humour at once. WARBURTON.
Bene. I will swear by it, that you love mę; 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 devis'd to it : I protest, I love thee.
Beat. Why then, God forgive me.
Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was about to protest, I lov'd 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 any thing for thee.
Beat. I am gone, though I am here : 3 There is Ro love in you: nay, I pray you, let me go
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 Nander'd, scorn'd, dishonour'd my kinswoman? O, that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands ; and then with publick accusation, uncover'd Nander, unmitigated rancour-O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market place.
Bene. Hear me, Beatrice.
· I am gone, tho' I am here :] i.e. I am out of your mind already, tho' I remain in person before you. STEEVENS,