« ÎnapoiContinuați »
Ciuud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had / sible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. and set them in my forehead. and let me be vilely
Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith ? Hath not the painted ; and in such great letters as they write, world one man, but he will wear his cap with sus- Here is good horse to hire, let them signify under iny picion? Shall I never see a bachelor of three- sign, — Here you may see Benedick the married man. score again? Go to, i'faith: an thou wilt needs Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, be horn-mad. and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is re- D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his turned to seek you.
quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.
Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.
D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick, you followed not to Leonato's ?
repair to Leonato's; commend me to him, and tell Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me him, I will not fail him at supper ; for, indeed, he to tell.
hath made great preparation. D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance.
Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for Bene. You hear, Count Claudio : I can be secret such an embassage; and so I commit you as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on Claud. To the tuition of God: From my house, my allegiance, mark you this, on my allegiance : (if I had it)
He is in love. With who? - now that is your D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving friend, grace's part.
Mark, how short his answer is : Bencdick. With Hero, Leonato's short daughter.
Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered.
your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, Bene. Like the old tale, my lord : “ it is not so, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither : nor 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should ere you tlout old ends any further, examine your be so.”
conscience; and so I leave you. [Erit BENEDICK. (laud. If my passion change not shortly, God Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me forbid it should be otherwise.
good. D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it is very well worthy.
Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only iord, I spoke mine.
heir : Claud. That I love her, I feel.
Dost thou affect her, Claudio ? D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know.
O my lord, Bene. That I neither feel how she should be When you went onward on this ended action, loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, opinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand in it at the stake.
Than to drive liking to the name of love : D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretick But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts in the despite of beauty.
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Claud. And never could maintain his part, but Come thronging soft and delicate desires, in the force of his will.
All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank Saying, I lik’d her ere I went to wars. her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently most humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat And tire the hearer with a book of words : winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me : And I will break with her, and with her father, Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end, any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, will live a bachelor.
That know love's grief by his complexion ! D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale But lest my liking might too sudden seem, with love.
I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader my lord; not with love : prove, that ever I lose
than the flood ? more blood with love, than I will get again with The fairest grant is the necessity : drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's Look, what will servo, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov’st ; pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house, And I will fit thee with the remedy. for the sign of blind Cupid.
I know, we shall have revelling to-night ; D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this I will assume thy part in some disguise, faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.
And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ; Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, shoot at me ; and he that hits me, let him be clapped And take her hearing prisoner with the force on the shoulder, and called Adam.
And strong encounter of my amorous tale ; D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :"
Then, after, to her father will I break; In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine : Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever this sen- In practice let us put it presently. [licent
You have of late stood out against your brother, SCENE II. - A Room in Leonato's House.
and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace; where Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.
it is impossible you should take true root, but by
the fair weather that you make yourself. it is needLion. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, ful that you frame the season for your own barvest. your son ? Hath he provided this musick ?
D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I
than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed
to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to not of.
rob love from any : in this, though I cannot be said Leon. Are they good ?
to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied Ant. As the event stamps them ; but they have a
that I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted withi good cover, they show well outward.
a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog : therefore I and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached have decreed not to sing in my cage : If I had my alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by a
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would man of mine : The prince discovered to Claudio, do my liking: in the mean time, let me be that I that he loved my niece your daughter, and meant to am, and seek not to alter me. acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if he
Con. Can you make no use of your discontent ? found her accordant, he meant to take the present D. John. I make all, use of it, for I use it only. time by the top, and instantly break with you of it.
Who comes here? What news, Borachio?
Enter Borachio. and question him yourself.
Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the Loon. No, no ; we will hold it as a dream, till it prince, your brother, is royally entertained by Leoappear itself: – but I will acquaint my daughter nato ; and I can give you intelligence of an intended withal, that she may be the better prepared for an
marriage. arswer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and
D. John. Will it serve for any model to build tell her of it. (Several persons cross the stage.] mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths Cousins, you know what you have to do. - 0, I cry himself to unquietness ? you mercy, friend : you go with me, and I will use
Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. - Good cousins, have a care this busy
D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ? time.
[Exeunt. Bora. Even he.
D. John. A proper squire! And who, and who? SCENE III.- Another Room in Leonato's House. which way looks he?
Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir Enter Don John and ConradE.
of Leonato. Con. What the goujere, my lord! why are you D. John. A very forward March-chick! How thius out of ineasure sad ?
came you to this? D. John. There is no measure in the occasion Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit. smoking a musty room, comes me the prince and Con. You should hear reason.
Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt D. John. And when I have heard it, what bless- me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed ing bringeth it?
upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself, Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient suf- and having obtained her, give her to count Claudio. ferance.
D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou. prove food to my displeasure : that young start-up say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I him any way, I bless myself every way: You are cannot hide what I am : I must be sad when I have both sure, and will assist me? cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have Con. To the death, my lord. stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when D. John. Let us to the great supper : their cheer I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business ; laugh is the greater, that I am subdued : 'Would the cook when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour. were of my mind ! - Shall we go prove what's to
Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show be done? of this, till you may do it without controlment. Bora. We'll wait upon your lordsluip. [Ereunt.
SCENE I. - A Hall in Leonato's House.
Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, Hero, BEATRICE,
just in the mid-way between him and Benedick ;
the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and and others.
the other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermore Leon. Was not count John here at supper? tattling Ant. I saw him not.
Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in Bent. How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never count Jolin's mouth, and half count John's melancan see him, but I am heart-burned an hour choly in signior Benedick's face, After.
Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, Hero. lle is of a very melancholy disposition. and money en: vgh in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world, - if he could get her
Enter Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, Bartha good will.
ZAR; Don John, BorachIO, MARGARET, Ursula, Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee
and uthers, masked. a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. dnt. In faith, she is too curst.
D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen | friend? God's sending that way : for it is said, God sends a Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and curst cowo short horns; but to a cow too curst he say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, espesends none.
cially, when I walk away. Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you
D. Pedro. With me in your company? no horns.
Hero. I may say so, when I please. Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the D. Pedro. And when please you to say so ? which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, morning and evening: Lord! I could not endure a the lute should be like the case ! husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within in the woollen.
the house is Jove. Idon. You may light upon a husband, that hath Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch’d. no beard.
D. Pedru. Speak low, if you speak love. Beit. What should I do with him ? dress him in
[ Takes her aside. my apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? Bene. Well, I would you did like me. He that hath a bearl, is more than a youth; and he Mary. So would not I, for your own sake, for I that hath no beard, is less than a man: and he that have many ill qualities. is more than a youth, is not for me ; and he that is Bene. Which is one ? less than a man, I am not for him: Therefore I will Mary. I say my prayers aloud. even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-herd, and Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may cry, lead his apes into hell.
Amen. . Leon. Well then, go you into hell ?
Marg. God match me with a good dancer! "Beat. No; but to the gate ; and there will the Balth. Amen. devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get the dance is done!- Answer, clerk. you to heaven; here's no place for you mails : so Balth. No more words ; the clerk is answered. deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, Antonio. and there live we as merry as the day is long.
Ant. At a word, I am not. Ant. Well, niece, (to Hero.] I trust, you will Urs. I know you by the waggling of your be ruled by your father.
bead. Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you : - but Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome you were the very man : Here's his dry hand up fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, and down ; you are he, you are he. Father, as it please me.
Ant. At a word, I am not. Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Urs. Come, come ; do you think I do not know fitted with a husband.
you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Beat. Not till God make men of some other Co to, mum, you are he: graces will
and metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman there's an end. to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward Bene. No, you shall pardon me. marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my Beat. Nor will you not tell me who brethren ; and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my Bene. Not now. kindred.
Beat. That I was disdainful, - and that I had my Leo. Daughter, remember, what I told you : if good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ; — Well, the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know this was signior Benedick that said so. your answer.
Bene. What's he? Beat. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, if Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. you be not wood in good time: if the prince be Bene. Not I, believe me. too important, tell him, there is measure in every Beat. Did he never make you laugh? thing, and so dance out the answer.
For hear me,
Bene. I pray you, what is he? Hero; Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester : a very dull Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace : the first fool; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as none but libertines delight in him; and the comfantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a mendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes he both pleaseth men, and angers them, and then repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the they laugh at him, and beat him: I am sure he is cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his in the fleet; I would he had boarded me, grave.
Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. what you say. Beal. I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see a
Beat. Do, do : he'll but break a comparison or church by day-light.
two on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or Lem. The revellers are entering; brother, make not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and good room.
then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the foo!
will eat no supper that night. [Jusick within.] Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of We must follow the leaders.
I found him here as melancholy as a Bene. In every good thing.
lodge in a warren : I told him, and, I think, I told Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave him true, that your grace had got the goou will of them at the next turning
this young lady; and I offered him my company to [Dance. Then creunt all but Don John, a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being Borachio, and CLAUDIO.
forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, to be whipped. and hath withdrawn her father to break with him D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? about it: The ladies follow her, and but one visor Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; remains.
who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest,
D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression ?
Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod liad D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother been made, and the garland too; for the garland in his love: he is enamour'd on Hero; I pray you, he might have worn himself; and the rod he might dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth : have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stol'n you may do the part of an honest man in it.
his bird's nest. Claud. How know you he loves her ?
D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and reD. John. I heard him swear his affection,
store them to the owner. Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my her to-night.
faith, you say honestly. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.
D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to [Ereunt Don John and Borachio. you ; the gentleman, that danced with her, told Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, her, she is much wrong'd by you. But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance of 'Tis certain so ;
– the prince wooes for himself. a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, Friendship is constant in all other things,
would have answer'd her; my very visor began to Save in the office and affairs of love :
assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's Let every eye negotiate for itself,
jester ; that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling And trust no agent : for beauty is a witch,
jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a This is an accident of hourly proof,
whole army shooting at me: She speaks poniards, Which I mistrusted not : Farewell therefore, Hero! and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible
as her terminations, there were no living near her, Re-enter BENEDICK.
she would infect to the north star. I would not Bene. Count Claudio ?
marry her, though she were endowed with all that Claud. Yea, the same.
Adam had left him before he transgressed : she Bene. Come, will you go with me?
would have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, and Claud. Whither?
have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own not of her : you shall find her the infernal Até in business, count? What fashion will you wear the good apparel. I would to God, some scholar would garland of ? About your neck, like an usurer's chain? conjure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a man or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; and must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your people sin upon purpose, because they would go Hero.
thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perClaud. I wish him joy of her.
turbation follow her. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince
Re-enter Claudio, BEATRICE, Leonato, and HERO. would have served you thus ?
D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. Claud. I pray you, leave me.
Bene. Will your grace command me any service Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send
me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. (Erit. farthest inch of Asia; bring you the length of
Bene. Alas! poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep Prester John's foot ; fetch you a hair off the great into sedges But, that my lady Beatrice should Cham's beard ; do you any embassage to the Pigknow me, and not know me! The prince's fool! - mies, rather than hold three words' conference with Ha, it may be, I go under that title, because I am this harpy : You have no employment for me? merry. - Yea; but
D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company. I am not so reputed: it is the base, the bitter dis- Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not ; I position of Beatrice, that puts the world into her cannot endure my lady Tongue.
(Erit. person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be re- D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the venged as I may
heart of signior Benedick.
Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while ; and
gave him use for it, a double heart for bis single D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count; one : marry, once before, he won it of me with false Did you see lim?
dice, therefore your grace may well say, I have lost ir.
D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go bave put him down.
to church? Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, Claud. To-morrow, my lord : Time goes on last I should prove the mother of fools. I have crutches, till love have all his rites. brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too,
to have all things answer my mind. Claud. Not sad, my lord.
D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long D. Pedro. How then ? Sick?
a breathing; but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time Claud. Neither, my lord.
shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor undertake one of Hercules' labours ; which is, to merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into a orange, and something of that jealous complexion. mountain of affection, the one with the other. I
D. Pedro. l'faith, lady, I think your blazon to would fain have it a match ; and I doubt not but to be true ; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistconceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in ance as I shall give you direction. thy name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me her father, and his good will obtained : name the ten nights' watchings. day of marriage, and God give thee joy!
Claud. And I, my lord. Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with D. Pedro. And you too, gentle, Hero? her my fortunes; his grace hath made the match, Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to and all grace say Amen to it!
help my cousin to a good husband. Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.
D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefulClaud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I lest husband that I know : thus far can I praise were but little happy, if I could say how much. him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with
Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his Benedick: - and I, with your two helps, will so mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick
D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. wit and his qucasy stomach, he shall fall in love
Beal. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no keeps on the windy side of care: – My cousin tells longer an archer ; his glory shall be ours, for we are him in his ear, that he is in her heart.
the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will Claud. And so she doth, cousin.
tell you my drift.
[Exeunt. Beat. Good lord, for alliance!—Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned ; I SCENE II. Another Room in Leonato's House. may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh-ho! for a husband. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.
Enter Don John and BoracHIO. Beat. I would rather have one of your father's D. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? the daughter of Leonato. Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could Bora. Yea, my lord, but I can cross it. come by them.
D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?
will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection, for working-days; your grace is too costly to wear ranges evenly with mine,
How canst thou cross every day : But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; this marriage ? I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter. Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly
D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to that no dishonesty shall appear in me. be merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, D. John. Show me briefly how. you were born in a merry hour.
Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; but how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the then there was a star danced, and under that was I waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. born. – Cousins, God give you joy!
D. John. I remember. Leun. Niece, will you look to those things I toid Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the you of?
night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber. Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle. - By your grace's window. pardon.
[Erit BEATRICE. D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. this marriage?
Leon. There's little of the melancholy element Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. in her, my lord : she is never sad, but when she Go you to the prince your brother; spare not to sleeps; and not ever sad then ; for I have heard my tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in mardaughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappi- rying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do ness, and waked herself with laughing.
you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a
a one as Hero. husband.
D. John. What proof shall I make of that? Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex out of suit.
Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: Look D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. you for any other issue ?
Leon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week D. Johın. Only to despite them, I will endeavour married, they would talk themselves mad.