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Claud If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. | learned constable is too cunning to be understood. Rene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?
What's your offence?
aud. God bless me from a challenge? Bene. You are a villain;-I jest not:-I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare:-Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me hear from you. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer.
D. Pedro. What,a feast? a feast? Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a calf's head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught.Shall I not find a woodcock too?
Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit: True, says she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one: Nay, said I, a good wit; Just, said she, it hurts nobody: Nay said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman: Nay said I, he hath the tongues; That I believe, said she for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy. Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said she cared not.
D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet for all that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all.
Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.
D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head?
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Benedick the married man?
Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; I will leave you now to your gossip-like humor: you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.-My lord, for your many courtesies, I thank you: I must discontinue your company your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina: you have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: For my lord lack-beard, there, he and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. [Exit BENEDICK.
D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee!
D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is an ape a doctor to such a man.
D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother was fled?
Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to.
D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men bound? Borachio, one!'
Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done!
Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes; what your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, over heard me confessing to this man, how don Johr your brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero: how you were brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgraced her, when you should marry her: my villany they have upon record; which I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing bu the reward of a villain.
Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth, and lastly they nave belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified just things; and. to conclude, they are lying knaves. D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and lastly, why they are committed; and, to conclude, what you lay to their charge?
D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through your blood?
Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters; that you are thus bound to your answer? this
Claut. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it.
And fled he is upon this villany.
Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear In the rare semblance that I loved it first.
By my soul, nor I;
Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live,
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming
Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,
No, by my soul, she was not;
Dogb. Moreover, sir,(which, indeed, is not under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered • Acquaint.
Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by this time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato ot the matter. And, masters, do not forget to specity when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, and the sexton too.
Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexton.
Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eycs
slave, that with thy breath
Leon. Art thou the hast kill'd Mine innocent child?
in his punishment: And also the watch heard them talk of one Deforined: they say, he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's name; the which he hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hardhearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray you, examine him upon that point.
Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Dagh. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. Lon. There's for thy pains. Dogb. God save the foundation! Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.
Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your worship; I wish your worship well; God restore you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it-Come, neighbor.
Ex. DOG BERY, VERGES, and Watch. Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to
D. Pedro. We will not fail.
To-night I'll mourn with Hero. [Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with Margaret, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. [Exeunt.
SCENE IL-Leonato's Garden. Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deArve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
Mirg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty!
Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for in most comely truth, Lapu deserves it.
Murg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs?
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches.
Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice: give thee the bucklers.
Mirg. Give us the sword, we have bucklers of
Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous
reapons for maids.
Mirg well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I
The got of love,
And knows me, and knows me,
I mean, in singing: but in loving,-Leander the
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called
Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.
Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now:-And yet, ere I go, let me go with that I care for, which is, with knowing what hath passed between ou and Claudio.
Sene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will tiss then.
Beat. Foul words are but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Beat. For them all together; which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not adinit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.
Bens. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbors: if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.
Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Bene. Question?-Why, an hour in clamor, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, (if don Worm his consciense find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear witness is praise-worthy,) and now tell me, How doth your cousin?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. And how do you?
Beat. Very ill too.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there, will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's old coils at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will you come presently?
Beut. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes, and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The Inside of a Church. Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants, with music and tapers.
Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ?
Dome to death by slanderous tongues,
Gives her fame which never dies:
Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing
music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Pardon, goddess of the night,
Graves yawn, and yield your dead,
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night!
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your
I am your husband, if you like of me.
before the wheels of Phoebus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several
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 speeds, Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, URSULA, Friar, and HERO.
Friat Did I not tell you she was innocent? Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd her,
Upor. the error that you heard debated:
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort 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, gentlewoman all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd: The prince and Claudio promised by this hour To visit me:- You know your office, brother; You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, signior?"
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favor. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'Tis most
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
We here attend you; are you yet determin'd
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; A3 once Europa did at fusty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.
And some such strange bull leap'd your father's
COW, And got a calf in that same noble feat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Re-enter ANTON10, with the Ladies masked. Claud. For this I owe you: here come other
reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see your face. Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand, Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar;
One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair. friar.-Which is Beatrice !
Bene. Do not you love me? Beat. No, no more than reason. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Beat. Do you not love me? Bene. No, no more than reason. Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret,and Ursula,
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. Bene. 'Tis no such matter:-Then you do not love me?
Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense.
For here's a paper, written in his hand,
And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.
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
Bene. I'll tell thee what prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram: No: If a man will be beaten with brains, he shall
wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do propose 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 said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have de
gold,nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married man?
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, ere we are married, that we might lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, on my word; therefore, play, music. Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in fight, And brought with armed men back to Messina. Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers. [Danie.-Lxeunt
SCENE L-Athens. A Room in the Palace of
The. Now, fair Hyppolyta, our nuptual hour
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS.
SCENE, Athens; and a Wood not far from it.
OBERON, King of the Fairies.
Ere. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news with thee?
Pyramus, Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, Lion,
Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia,Stand forth, Demetrius;- My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her:Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke, This hath bewitched the bosom of my child: Thou, tho, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
Characters in the Interlud performed by the Clowns
Other Fairies attending their King and Queen Attendants on Theseus and Hyppolyta.
And interchanged love-tokens with my child:
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair maid:
For ever the society of men.
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
The. Take time to pause; and, by the next new
(The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
For aye, austerity and single life.
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius: Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love; And what is mine my love shall render him: And she is mine; and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius.
Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia:
Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia;-And, Lysander, By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever woman spoke; -
Lys. Keep promise, love; Look, here comes
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much. And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
I must employ you in some business
Exeunt THES., HIP., EGE., DEM., and Train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low!
It stands as an edict in destiny:
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hath no child:
My good Lysander!
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves;
Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves you fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiler such skill!
Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.
Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face.
then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unsold To-morrow night when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat`ry glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,) Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. Her. And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet; There my Lysander and myself shall meet: And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet play-fellow; pray thou for us, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. Erit HERM. Lys. I will, my Hermia-Helena, adieu: As you on him. Demetrius dote on you! | Eri! Lys Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;