Beatr. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church

[Music within. [Musick.

Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BALTHASAR, DON JOHN, BORACHIO, CONRADE, MARGARET, URSULA, and others, masked.

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.

Pedro. With me in your company?

Hero. I may so, when I please.

Pedro. And when please you to say so?

Hero. When I like your favour; for Heaven defend, the lute should be like the case!

Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.

Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatched. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

A Dance.

Beatr. Will you not tell me who told you so?
Bened. No, you shall pardon me.

Beatr. Nor will you not tell me who you are?

Bened. Not now.

Beatr. That I was disdainful-and that I had my good wit out of the hundred merry tales ;-Well, this was Signior Benedick that said so.

Bened. What's he?

Beatr. I am sure, you know him well enough.

Bened. Not I, believe me.

Beatr. Did he never make you laugh?

Bened. I pray you what is he?

Beatr. 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 villany; 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.

Bened. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say.

Beatr. 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 will eat no supper that night.

[The Company beginning to leave the Room.

We must follow the leaders.

[Musick-Exeunt all but DON JOHN, BORACHIO, and CLAUDIO.

John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawn her father, to break with him about it: The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. Bor. And that is Claudio: I know him by his bearing. John. Are not you Signior Benedick?

Claud. You know me well; I am he.

John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; I pray you, dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth: you may do the part of an honest man in it.

Claud. How know you he loves her?

John. I heard him swear his affection.

Bor. So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to-night.

John. Come, let us to the banquet.

[Exeunt DoN JOHN and BORACHIO. Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick,

But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio'Tis certain so ;-The prince wooes for himself. Friendship is constant in all other things,

Save in the office and affairs of love:

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;

Let ev'ry eye negotiate for itself,

And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch,
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
This is an accident of hourly proof,

Which I mistrusted not: Farewell, therefore, Hero.

Enter BENEDICK.

Bened. Count Claudio?

Claud. Yea, the same.

Bened. Come, will you go with me?
Claud. Whither?

Bened. Even to the next willow, about your own business, Count. What fashion will you wear the garland of? About your neck, like a usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero. Claud. I wish him joy of her.

Bened. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think the prince would have served you thus?

Claud. I pray you, leave me.

Bened, Ho! now you strike like the blind man ; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.

Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you.

[Exit CLAUDIO. Bened. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep into sedges. But, that my Lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me! The prince's fool!—Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because I am merry. -Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed: it is the base, though bitter, disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may.

Enter DON PEDRO.

Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did you see him?

Bened. Troth, my lord, I played the part of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told him true, that your grace had got the good will of his young lady; and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipt.

Pedro. To be whipt! what's his fault?

Bened. The flat transgression of a school boy; who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows it his companion, and he steals it.

Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The transgression is in the stealer.

Bened. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been made, and the garland too; for the garland he might have worn himself; and the rod he might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his bird's nest.

Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner.

Bened. If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, you say honestly.

Pedro. The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told her, she is much wronged by you.

was

Bened. Wronged! she wronged! she misused me past the endurance of a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would have answered her; my very visor began to assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I the prince's jester; and that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance, upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me: She speaks poignards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living -near her, she would infect to the north star.. I would

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not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, and have cleft his club, to make the fire too. I would to Heaven, some scholar would conjure her: for, certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follows her.

Beatr. Leon. Claud. and Hero. [Within.] Ha! ha! ha!

Pedro. Look, here she comes.

Bened. Will your grace command me any service to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send me on; I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you the length of Prester John's toot; fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard; do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words conference with this harpy: You have no employment for me?

Pedro. None, but to desire your good company.

Enter BEATRICE, LEONATO, CLAUDIO, and HERO.

Bened. O lord, sir, here's a dish I love not; I cannot endure my Lady Tongue.- [Exit BENEDICK.) Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.

Beatr. I have brought Count Claudio, whom you

sent me to seek.

Pedro. Why, how now, Count? wherefore are you sad?

Pedro. How then? Sick?

Claud. Neither, my lord.

Beatr. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor mer