To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, And when I fend for you, come hither mask’d: [Exeunt ladies. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I muft intreat 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 favour. you your will? Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most true. In which, good Friar, I fhall defire your help. SCENE X. Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with attendants. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair affembly. Leon. Good morrow, Prince; good morrow, Claudio, We here attend you; are you yet determin'd To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? [Exit Antonio. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick; why, what's the That you have fuch a February face, So full of freft, of storm and cloudinefs? Claud. I think he thinks upon the favage [matter, bull: Tufh, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, As As once Europa did at lufty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love. And some fuch strange bull leap'd your father's cow; SCENE XI. Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and Claud. For this I owe you. Here come other reckonWhich is the lady I must feize upon? Ant. This fame is fhe, and I do give you her. [ings. Claud. Why, then fhe's mine; fweet, let me fee your face. Leon. No, that you fhall not till you take her hand Before this Friar, and fwear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand. Before this holy Friar, I am your husband if like of me. you Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife; [Unmasking. And when you lov'd, you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero? Hero. Nothing certainer. One Hero dy'd defil'd, but I do live; And, furely, as I live, I am a maid. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead! Leon. She dy'd, my Lord, but whiles her flander liv'd. When, after that the holy rites are ended, And to the chapel let us prefently. Bene. Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beatrice? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat. Why, no, no more than reafon. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio, have been deceiv'd; they fwore you did. Beat. Do not you love me? Bene. Bene. Troth, no, no more than reafon. Beat. Why, then, my coufin, Margaret, and Unfula, Have been deceiv'd; for they did fwear you did. Bene. They fwore you were almoft fick for me. Beat. They fwore you were well-nigh dead for me. Bene. 'Tis no matter; then you do not love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence. Leon. Come, coufin, I am fure you love the gentle man. Claud. And I'll be fworn upon't that he loves her; A halting fonnet of his own pure brain, Hero. And here's another, Writ in my coufin's hand, ftolen from her pocket, 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 perfuafion, and partly to fave your life; for, as I was told, you were in a confumption. Bene. Peace, I will ftop your mouth. [Kifing her. Pedro. How do'ft thou, Benedick, the married man? Bene. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour. Doft thou think I care for a fatyr, or an epigram? No: "if a man "will be beaten with brains, he fhall wear nothing hand"fome about him " In brief, fince I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can fay against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have faid against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclufion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinfman, live unbruis'd, and fove my coufin. Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldft have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell'd thee out of thy fingle life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my coufin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends; let's have a dance 7 dance ere we are marry'd, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives heels. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. Firft, o' my word; therefore, play, mufic. Prince, thou art fad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no ftaff more reverend than one tipt with horn. Enter Meffenger. Me. My Lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Meffina. Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow: I'll devife thee brave punishments for him., Strike up, pipers. [Dance. [Exeunt omnes. THE SCENE, partly at Venice; and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia upon the continent. Anth. ACT I. SCENE I. A ftreet in Venice. Enter Anthonio, Solarino, and Salanio. IN N footh, I know not why I am so fad. And fuch a want wit fadnefs makes of me, Sal Your mind is toffing on the ocean; That |