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a husband with a beard on his face; I had rather lie in the woollen.

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath no beard.

Beat. What should I do with - him ? dress him in my apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard, is more than a youth; and be that hath no beard, is less than a man : and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him. Therefore, I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell.

Leo. Well then, go you into hell ?

Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids : so deliver I up my, apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long:

Ant. Well, niece, [To Hero.] I trust, you will be ruled by your father.

Beat. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you :--but yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, Father, as it please me.

Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband

Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of

way. ward marl? No, uncle, I'll none : Adam's song are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you : if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer.

Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if

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you be not woo'd in good time : if the prince be too important, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and so danee out the answer.

For hear me, Hero; wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a church by day-light.

Leon The revellers are entering ; brother, make good room. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar;

Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and others, masked.

D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your friend ?2

Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and especially, when I walk away.

D. Pedro. With me in your company?.
Hero. I may say so, when I please.
D. Pedro. And when please you to say so?

Hero. When I like your favour : for God defend,3 the lute should be like the case !

D Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.

Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd.
D. Pedro. Speak low,

you speak love.

Takes her aside.
Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Marg. So would not I, for your own sake ; for I have many ill qualities.

Bene. Which is one ?
(1) Importunate.

(2) Lover. (3) Forbid


cry Amen.

Marg. I say my prayers aloud, Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may Marg. God match me with a good dancer: Balth. Amen. Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when the dance is done - Answer, clerk.

Balth. No more words; the clerk iş answered.

Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior Antonio.

Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs, I know you by the waggling of your head.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were the very man : Here's his dry hand up and down ; you are he, you are he.

Ant. At a word, I am not.

Urs. Come, come ; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue bide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an end.

Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so.
Bene. No, you shall pardon me.
Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ?
Bene. Not now.

Beat. That I was disdainful,--and that I had my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-Well, this was signior Benedick that said so.

Bene. What's he?
Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough.
Bene. Not I, believe me.
Beat. Did he never make you laugh ?
Bene. I pray you, what is he?

Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool; only his gift is in devising impossible! slanders : none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his vil. lany; for he both pleaseth men, and angers them,

(1) Incredible.

and then they laugh at him, and beat him: I am sure,

he is in the fleet; I would he had boardedl me. Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say:

Beat. Do, do : he'll but break a comparison or two on me; which peradventure, not marked, or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and then there's a partridge's wing saved, for the fool will eat no supper that night. (Music within.] We must follow the leaders.

Bene. In every good thing.

Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning. [Dance. Then exeunt all but Don John,

Borachio, and Claudio. D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it: the ladies follow her, and but one visor remains.

Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his bearing 2

D. John. Are not you signior Benedick?
Claud. You know me well; I am he.

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you, dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth : you may do the part of an honest man in it.

Claud. How know you he loves her?
D. John. I heard him swear bis affection.

Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to-nigbt. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

[Exeunt Don John and Borachio. Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. 'Tis certain so ;—the prince woos for himself. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love :


(1) Accosted.

(2) Carriage, demeanour.

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.1
This is an accident of hourly proof,
Which I mistrusted not : Farewell therefore, Hero!

Re-enter Benedick.
Bene. Count Claudio ?
Claud. Yea, the same.
Bene. Come, will you go with me?
Claud. Whither?

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own business, count. What fashion will you wear the garland' of ? About your neck, like a usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero.

Claud. I wish him joy of her.

Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince would have served you thus ? Claud. I pray you,

leave me. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave

you. [Erit. Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep into sedges

-But, that my lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me! The prince's fool ! Ha ! it may be, I go under that title, because I am merry.—Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed: it is the base, the bitter dise position of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be re venged as I may.

the post,

(1) Passion.

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