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that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a recheate winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women Thall pardon me; because I will not do them the Wrong to miitrust any, I will do myself the Right to trust none ; and the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I will live a batchelor.

Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.

Bene. With anger, with fickness, or with hunger, my lord, not with love : prove, that ever I lose more blood with love, than I will get again with drinking, prick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the Sign of blind Cupid.

Pedro. Well, if ever thou doft fall from this faith, thou wile prove a notable argument.

Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and foot at me ; and he that hits me, let him be clapt on the shoulder, and call'd Adam. (3)

Pedro. Well, as time fhall try; in time the savage bull doch bear the yoke.

Bene. The favage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's-horns, and set them in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted ;

(3) And be that bits me, let bim be clap'd' on the Shoulder, and Galld Adam.] But why should he therefore be call'd Adam ? Perhaps, by a Quotation or two we may be able to trace the Poet's Allufion here. In Low-Tricks, or, Who would bare tbought it, (a Comedy written by Jobn Day, and printed in 1608) I find this Speech.

I bave beard, old Adam was an bonest Man, and a good Gardiner ; lov'd Lettice well, Salads and Cabage reasonable well, yet по Tobacco ; ; Again, Adam Bell, a fubftantial Outlaw, and a palling good Archer, yet no Tobacconift.

By This it appears, that Adam Bell at that time of day was. of Reputation for his Skill at the Bow. I find him again mention'd in a Burlesque Poem of Sir William Davenant's, callid, The long Vacation in London: and had I the Convenience of consulting Afcbam's Toxopbilus, I might probably grow fill becter acquainted with his Hiftory.


and in such great letters as they write, Here is good Horse to hire, let them signifie under my Sign, Here you may fee Benedick the marry'd man.

Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st be horn-mad

Pedro. Nay, if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.

Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the hours; in the mean time, good Signior Benedick, repair to Leonato's, commend me to him, and tell him I will not fail him at supper; fos, indeed, he hath made great preparation.

Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage, and so I commit you

Claud. To the tuition of God; From my house, if I had it,

Pedro. The fixth of July, your loving friend, Bea nedick.

Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not; the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither : ere you fout old ends any further, examine your conscience ; and so I

[Exit. Claud. My Liege, your Highness now may do me

good. Pedro. My love is thine to teach, teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard leffon that may do thee good, Claud. Hath Leonato


lord? Pedro. No child but Hero, The's his only heis: Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?

Claud. O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd

her with a soldier's eye ;
That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love;
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant ; in their rooms
Come thronging foft and delicate Defires,


leave you.

fon, my

All prompting me how fair young Hero is ;
Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
And tire the hearer with a book of words :
If thou doft love fair Hero, cherith it,
And I will break with her : and with her Father,
And Thou shalt have her: was't not to this end,
That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?

Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complection !
But left my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have falv'd it with a longer treatise.
Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the

flood ?
The faireít grant is the neceflity ;
Look, what will servė, is fit; 'tis once, thou lov'lt;
And I will fit thee with the remedy.
I know, we shall have revelling to night;
I will assume thy part in some disguise,
And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ;
And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,
And take her hearing prisoner with the force
And strong encounter of my amorous tale :
Then, after, to her father will I break;
And the conclufion is, the shall be thine ;
In practice let us put it presently.

[Exeunt. Re-enter Leonato and Antonio. Leon. How now, Brother, where is my Cousin your fon? hath he provided this musick?

Ant. He is very busie about it ; but, brother, I can tell you news that you yet dream'd not of

Leon. Are they good?

Ant. As the event tamps them, but they have a good cover; they fhow well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard, were thus over-heard by a man of mine : The Prince discover'd to Claudio, that he lov'd my neice your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if he found her accordant, he meant


to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with you of it. Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told


this? Ant. A good sharp fellow ; I will send for him, and question him your self.

Leon. No, no ; we will hold it as a dream, 'till it appear it self: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for answer, if peradventure this be true; go you and tell her of it: Cou. fins, you know what you have to do. Several cross the Stage bere..] O, I cry you mercy, friend, go you with me and I will use your skill; good Cousin, have a care this busie time.


Conr. W

SCENE changes to an Apartment in

Leonato's House.

Enter Don John and Conrade. Conr. Hat the good-jer, my lord, why are you

thus out of m asure fad ? John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Conr. You should hear reason,

John. And when I have heard it, what Blessing bringeth it?

Conr. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.

John. I wonder, that thou (being, as thou say'st thou art, born under Saturn) goeft about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief: I cannot hide what

I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsie, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

Conr.. Yes, 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 imposible


I am :

you should take root, but by the fair weather that you inake your self; it is needful that you frame the season for your own liarvest.

John I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace ; and it better fits my blood to be disdain'd of all, than to falhion 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 Prince, your brother, is royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John Will it ferve for any model to build mischief on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietnefs ?

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 this?

Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was fmoaking a mufty 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 obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio. John. Come, come, let us thither, this may prove


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