Beatr. Very ill. Bened. And how do you? Beatr. Very ill too. Bened. Serve Heaven, love me, and mend. Here comes one in haste. Enter URSULA. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; 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. [Exit URSULA. Beatr. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bened. I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy heart; and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Room in LEONATO's House. Enter LEONATO, HERO, FRIAR, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, URSULA, and other LADIES. Friar: Did not I tell you she was innocent? Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused' her, Upon the error that you heard debated: But Margaret was in some fault for this; Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; Ant. Which I will do with a confirm'd countenance. Bened. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, signior? Bened. 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. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'tis most true. Bened. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the prince: But what's your will? Bened. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical: But, for my will, my will is, your good will Here comes the prince, and Claudio. Enter DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO.' Leon. We here attend you: Are you yet determined To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother: Here's the friar ready. [Exit ANTONIO. Pedro. Good-morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all our Europe shall rejoice at thee; Ins& 9 Claud. Which is the lady I must scize, upon 7m 93 hand you Before this friar, and swear to marry her. take her Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; if you like of me.m I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife; [Unmasking. other husband. And when you lov'd, you were Claud. Another Hero? ariny nyo si to nanoë ynofed A Hero. Nothing certainer":" One Hero died defil'd, but I do live, And, surely as I live, I am innocent. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead ! H Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander liv'd. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; When, after that the holy rites are ended, I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death: Bened. Soft and fair, Friar.-Which is Beatrice? Beatr. I answer to that name! What is [BEATRICE and the other LADIES unmask. 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. Bened. No, no more than reason. Beatr. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Are much deceiv'd, for they did swear, 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. 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 BEATRICE, Hero. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, [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. H Bened Peace, will stop your mouth,K0L* the married man? Pedro. How dost thou, Benece a college of wit Bened. I'll tell thee what, E crackers cannot flout out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram b Nos if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about hima In brief since bdb purpose to marry,d will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say and therefore never said against it, for man is a giddy thing, and 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 cousins 1 WT moi,vbove dingen Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee. รา Bened. Come, come, we are friends.-Prince, thou art sad.. flout at me for what I hit itu is my 00 20 Pedro. Yes, I've got the tooth-ache.rd zed and (1973 Bened. Got the tooth-ache !—Get thee a wife; and all will be welkNay, laugh not," ‚ laugh not: 17 Your gibes and mockeries I laugh to scorn; No staff more rev'rend, than one tipt with horn, arizo Loqolsutė susis [Exeunt omnes. |