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So the life, that died with shame,
Praising ber when I am dumb.-
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Midnight, asist our moan;
Yearly will I do this rite.
The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of
grey: Thanks to you all, and leave
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go.
Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speed's, Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! [Exeunt.
A Room in LEONATO's House.
Enter LEONATO, Antonio, BenediCK, BEATRICI,
URSULA, Friar, and Hero.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ?
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd her, Upon the error that you heard debated : But Margaret was in some fault for this ; Although against her will, as it appears In the true course of all the question.
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things fort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd · To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Ant. Which I will do with confirm’d.countenance.
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most true.
me, From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your will ? Bene. Your answer, fir, is enigmatical :
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help
Enter Don Pedro, and CLAUDIO, with Attendants. D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Claudio;
Claud, I'll hold my mind, were the an Ethiop.
[Exit AntoniO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the favage bull :-
Bene. Bull Jove, fir, had an amiable low;
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies maskid.
Claud. Why,then she's mine : Sweet, let me see your face.
take her hand
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar;
[Unmasking And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero?
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead !
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ?
No, no more than reason.
Beat. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason.
Bene. They swore that you were almost fick for me.
Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her ;
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would not deny you;—but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption.
Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.- [Kiffing ber. D. Pedro. How doit thou, Benedick the married man?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handfome about him': In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have faid against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclufion.-For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be
my kinsman, live unbruis'd, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou would'st have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgellid thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends :--let's have a dance