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with a Christian-like fear*. Well, I am sorry for your niece: shall we go seek 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 heart out first.
Pedro. Well, we will 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 to have so good a lady.
Leon. My Lord, will you walk? dinner is ready.
Claud. f he do not doat on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
[-Afde. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her, and that must your daughter and her gentlewoman carry; the sport will be, when they hold an opinion of one another's dotage, and no such matter; that's the scene that I would see, which will be merely a dumb show. Let us fend her to call him to dinner.
[Exeunt. SCENE X. Benedick advances from the arbour. Bene. “ This can be no trick, the conference was “ fadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero;
they seem to pity the lady; it seems her affections “ have the full bent. Love me! why, it must be re. “ quited. I hear how I am censur'd: they 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 o hear their detractions, and can put them to mend“ ing. They say the lady is fair; 'tis a truth I can « bear thein witness: and virtuous;-tisí so, I cannot
reprove a Chriftian like fear. 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.
Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, how foever it seems not in him, by some large jefts he will make. Well, ti.
“ 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 to have some odd quirks and rem“ nants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd so “ long against marriage. But doth not the appetite al“ ter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cano not 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
pled When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not “ think I should live till I were marry'd. 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 then in the message.
knife's point, and choak a daw withal: you have no domach, Signior; fare you well.
[Exit. Bene. Ha! against my will I am fent to bid you come in to dinner; there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank
-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.
. SCENE I.
OOD Margaret, run thee into the parlour,
, , There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice, Proposing with the Prince and Claudio;
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Enter Beatrice, running towards the arbour.
Urs. The pleasant’st angling is to see the fith
Hero. Then we go near her, that her ear lose nothing
Urf. But are you sure,
Hero. So says the Prince, and my new-trothed Lord.
Hero. They did intreat her to acquaint her of it;
To with him wrestle with affection,
Urf. Why did you so; doth not the gentleman
Hero. O god of love! I know lie doth deserve
Urs. Sure I think so;
man, How wife, how noble, young, how rarely featur’d, But she would spell him backward. . If fair-fac’d, • She'd swear the gentleman should be her sister; • If black, why, nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a launce ill-headed; • If low, an aglet very vilely cut; • If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; • If filent, wły, a block moved with none.' So turns she
wrong And never gives to truth and virtue that Which fimpleness and merit purchaseth.
Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No; for to be so odd, and from all fashions,
Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
every man the
And counsel him to fight against his passion.
Urf. O, do not your coufin such a wrong.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Urf. I pray you be not angry with me, Madam,
Hero. Indeed he hath an excellent good name.
Urs. His excellence did earn it ere he had it. When are you marry'd, Madam?
Hero. Why, every day; to-morrow; come, go in, I'll thew thee fome attires, and have thy counsel Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
Urs. She's lim’d, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam.
Hero. If it prove fog then loving goes by hape :
Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much?
No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; If thou dost love, thy kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band.
Pedro. I do but ftay till your marriage be consummate, and then go I toward Arragon?