And all our Europe shall rejoice at thee;
As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bened. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low:
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.
Oh, here they come !

Enter Antonio, with Hero, BeATRICE, URSULA,,

and other LADIES masked.

Claud. 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; I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I

was your

other wife;

[Unmasking. And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.

Claud. Another Hera?

Hero. Nothing certainer :
One Hero died defild, but I do live,
And, surely as I live, I am innocent.

Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero, that is dead !
Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander

liy'd.
Friar. All this aniazement can I qualify;
When, after that the holy rites are ended,
I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death :
Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,
And to the chapel let us presently.

Bened. Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beatrice?

Beatr. I answer to that name;

[BEATRICE and the other Ladies unmask. What is

your

will? Bened. Do not you

love me? Beatr. No, no more than reason. Bened. Why, then, your uncle, and the prince, and

} Claudio,
Have been deceived ; for they swore you did.

Beatr. Do not you love me?
Bened. No, no more than reason.
Beatr. Why, then, my cousin, Margaret, and Ur-

sula,
Are much deceiv'd, for they did

swcar, you did. Bened. They swore, that you were almost sick for

me.

Beatr. They swore, that you were well nigh dead

for me.

Bened. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do not

love me? Beatr. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentlem

man.

Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; For here's a paper, written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashion'd to Beatrice.

[Gives the Paper to BeATRIÇE. Hero. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.

[Gives the Paper to BENEDICK. Bened. A miracle !-here's our own hands against our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity!

Beatr. 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.

Bened. Peace, I will stop your

mouth. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married man?

Bened. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a college of wit crackers cannot fout me out of my humour: 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 purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose ihai 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. Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis'd, and love my cousin.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee.

Bened. Come, come, we are friends.-Prince, thou art

Pedro. Yes, I've got the tooth-ache.

Bened. Got the tooth-ache !–Get thee a wife; and all will be well.— Nay, laugh not, laugh not :Your gibes and mockeries I laugh to scorn; No staff more rev'rend, than one tipt with horn.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE END