either he avoids them with great discretion, or under. takes them with a most Christian-like fear. 1. Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your piece: shall we go see Benedick, and tell him of her love? Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out with good counsel. Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her heart out first. D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well; and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady. Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation. [Aside. D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her; and that must your daughter and her gentle. woman carry. The sport will be, when they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter; that's the scene that I would see, which will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner. [Aside. [Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato. Benedick advances from above. Bene. This can be no trick: the conference was sadly borne*.-They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they *Seriously carried on. say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that she will rather die than give any sign of affection.-I did never think to marry:-I must not seem proud:-Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous;—'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me:-By my troth, it is no addition to her wit;nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:-But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he canuot endure in his age: shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: the world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.-Here comes Beatrice; By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her. Enter Beatrice. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, I would not have come, Bene. You take pleasure in the message? Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choke a daw withal:-You have no stomach, signior: fare you well. [Exit, Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you come to dinner-there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to thank me-that's as much as to say, Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks :-If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. Leonato's Garden. Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour; To listen our propose: this is thy office, Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, pre sently. [Exit. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, To praise him more than ever man did merit: Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this matter That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin; * Discoursing.. Enter Beatrice, behind. For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose no thing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it [They advance to the bower. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; Urs. Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam? Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it: But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it. Urs. Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed, As ever Beatrice shall couch upon? Hero. O god of love! I know, he doth deserve As much as may be yielded to a man: But nature never fram'd a woman's heart All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, * A species of hawk. ↑ Undervaluing. Nor take no shape nor project of affection, Urs. Sure, I think so; And therefore, certainly, it were not good Hero. Why, you speak truth: I never yet saw man, If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds: So turns she every man the wrong side out; Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable, Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable: But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say, Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. → Ready, |