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SCENE L- Before Leonato's House.

Ester LEOSATO, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with a Messenger.

Leen. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.

Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three lagues off when I left him.

Le How many gentlemen have you lost in

is action?

Men. But few of any sort, and none of name. Lean. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever rings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Pedre bath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio.

Me. Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro: He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the gure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you bow.

Lem. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.

Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that could not show itself modest enough, without a badge of bitterness.

Lea. Did he break out into tears?

Mew. In great measure.

Lesa. A kind overflow of kindness: There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How

much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping?

Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned from the wars, or no?

Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was none such in the army of any sort.

Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece?
Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of
Padua.

Mess. O, he is returned, and as pleasant as ever he was.

Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and challenged Cupid at the flight: and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.

Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these wars.

Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an excellent stomach.

Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.

Beat. And a good soldier to a lady; - But what is he to a lord?

Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.

Beat. It is so, indeed: he is no less than a

stuffed man: but for the stuffing, — Well, we are all mortal.

Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her they never meet, but there is a skirmish of wit between them.

Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the old man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother.

Mess. Is it possible?

Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.

Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. But, I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young squarer now, that will make a voyage with

him to the devil?

Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.

Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.
Beat. Do, good friend.

Leon. You will never run mad, niece.
Beat. No, not till a hot January.
Mess. Don Pedro is approached.

Enter Don PEDRO, attended by BALTHAZAR and others, Don JoHN, CLAUDIO, and BENEDICK.

D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your grace; for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.

D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly. I think, this is your daughter.

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Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her ? Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you

a child.

D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, the lady,fathers herself: - Be happy, lady! for you are like an honourable father. Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina, as like him as she is.

Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, signior Benedick; no body marks you.

Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain! are you yet living.

Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.

Rene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat : →→ But it is

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| certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart for, truly, I love none.

Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.

Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.

Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast of yours.

Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your tongue; and so good a continuer: But keep your way o' God's name; I have done.

Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; ] know you of old.

D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato, signior Claudio, and signior Benedick, my dea friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tell him we shall stay here at the least a month; and h heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from hi heart.

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Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not b forsworn. Let me bid you welcome, my lord being reconciled to the prince your brother, I ow you all duty.

D. John. I thank you: I am not of many word but I thank you.

Leon. Please it your grace lead on?

D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go to gether. [Exeunt all but BENEDICK and CLAUDI of signior Leonato? Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daught

Bene. I noted her not: but I looked on her. Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?

Bene. Do you question me as an honest ma should do, for my simple true judgment; or woul you have me speak after my custom, as being a pr fessed tyrant to their sex?

Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judgmen Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low f a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and to little for a great praise: only this commendation can afford her; that were she other than she is, s were unhandsome; and being no other but as she I do not like her.

Claud. Thou thinkest I am in sport; I pr thee, tell me truly how thou likest her.

Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire af her?

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But spe you this with a sad brow? or do you play the flo ing Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-find and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what shall a man take you, to go in the song?

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest la that ever I looked on.

Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I no such matter: there's her cousin, an she were 1 possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much beauty, as the first of May doth the last of Decemb But I hope, you have no intent to turn husban have you?

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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

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Cland. I would scarce trust myself, though I had|sible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, swarn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. and set them in my forehead: and let me be vilely painted; and in such great letters as they write, Here is good horse to hire, let them signify under my sign,-Here you may see Benedick the married man. Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st be horn-mad.

Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not the world one man, but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threecore again? Go to, i'faith: an thou wilt needs trust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is returned to seek you.

Re-enter Don PEDRO.

D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that you followed not to Leonato's?

Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me to tell.

D. Pedra. I charge thee on thy allegiance. Bene. You hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret as a durab man, I would have you think so; but on my allegiance, -mark you this, on my allegiance: He is in love. With who?-now that is your grace's part. Mark, how short his answer is: With Hero, Leonato's short daughter.

Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: " it is not so, nor 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so."

Cloud. If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.

D. Pedra. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy.

Cloud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. Cland. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lad, I spoke mine.

God. That I love her, I feel.

D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. Bene. That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the pinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the stake.

D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretick in the despite of beauty.

Claud. And never could maintain his part, but in the force of his will.

Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank ber; that she brought me up, I likewise give her

thumble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an inile baldrick, all women shall pardon me Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust 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 bachelor.

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

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

D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this Eith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

Bee. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at rue; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the snowder, and cailed Adam.

D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try: In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

Be The savage bull may; but if ever this sen

D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his 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 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; for, indeed, he hath made great preparation.

Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and so I commit youClaud. To the tuition of God: From my house, (if I had it)

D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving friend, Benedick.

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 flout old ends any further, examine your conscience; and so I leave you. [Exit BENEDICK.

Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me good.

D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach; teach it
but how,

And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord?
D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only
heir:

Dost thou affect her, Claudio?
Claud.

O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon 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 soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently
And tire the hearer with a book of words:
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish 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 complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the flood?

The fairest grant is the necessity:
Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st;
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 conclusion is, she shall be thine:
In practice let us put it presently.

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Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have a good cover, they show well outward. The prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine: The prince discovered to Claudio, that he loved my niece 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 you this? Ant. A good sharp fellow; I will send for him, and question him yourself,

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till it appear itself:- but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and tell her of it. [Several persons cross the stage.] Cousins, you know what you have to do. O, I cry you mercy, friend: you go with me, and I will use your skill: - Good cousins, have a care this busy [Exeunt.

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D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. cannot hide what I am: 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 drowsy, and tend to no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour. Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, till you may do it without controlment.

You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is impossible you should take true root, but by the fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful that you frame the season for your own harvest.

D. 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 fashion a carriage to rob love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied that I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog: therefore 1 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.

Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? D. John. Í 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 entertained by Leo nato; and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

D. John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroth himself to unquietness?

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio?
Bora. Even he.

D. John. A proper squire! And who, and who which way looks he?

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and hei of Leonato.

D. John. A very forward March-chick! How came you to this?

Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I wa smoking a musty room, comes me the prince and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whip me behind the arras; and there heard it agree upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself and having obtained her, give her to count Claudio

D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this ma prove food to my displeasure that young start-u hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cros him any way, I bless myself every way: You ar both sure, and will assist me?

Con. To the death, my lord.

D. John. Let us to the great supper: their chee is the greater, that I am subdued: "Would the coo were of my mind! - Shall we go prove what's t be done?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Ereun

ACT II.

SCENE I.- A Hall in Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others.

Leon. Was not count John here at supper?
Ant. I saw him not.

Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were mad just in the mid-way between him and Benedick the one is too like an image, and says nothing; an the other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermo tattling.

Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue count John's mouth, and half count John's mela choly in signior Benedick's face,

Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncl and money enough in his purse, such a man woul

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win any woman in the world, if he could get her | Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BALTHAgood will.

Len. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee busband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. A. In faith, she is too curst.

Best. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's sending that way; for it is said, God sends a curst core short horns; but to a cow too curst he

sends none.

Leen. So, by being too curst, God will send you no horns.

Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening: Lord! I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.

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

Beat. What should I do with him? dress him in by apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard, is more than a youth; and he dist bath 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.

Leon. Well then, go you into hell?

Best. No; but to the gate; and there will the devil mest 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.

Best. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make urtesy, 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 wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my

kindred

Lee Daughter, remember, what I told you: if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know

your answer.

Best. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, if you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too important, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and so dance out the answer. For hear me, Here; Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Steh 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 are 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.

Lem. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. Be. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a durch by day-light. Le The revellers are entering; brother, make

good room.

ZAR; Don JOHN, BORACHIO, Margaret, Ursula, and others, masked.

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

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, 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, if 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? .

Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may cry, Amen.

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 is 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

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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 com

mendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for he both pleaseth men, and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him: I am sure he is in the fleet; I would he had boarded 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' wing saved, for the fool

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