Bened. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of your discourse is sometimes guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither - ere you fout old ends any further, examine your conscience; and so I leave you.

[Exit through centre Gate. Claud. (R. c.) My liege your highness now may do me good. Pedro. (L. C.) My love is thine to teach; teach it but

how. And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson, that may do thee good.

Člaud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?

Pedro. No child but Hero ; she's his only heir:
Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?

Claud. O, my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,
That liked, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love :
But now I am returned, and that war thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying I liked her, ere I went to wars.

Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
And tire the hearer with a book of words;
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it,
And I will break with her.
Was't not to this end,
That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?

Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complexion !
But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have salved it with a longer treatise.
Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the

flood ? Look, what will re, is fit: 'tis once, thou lovest ; And I will fit thee with the remedy. I know we shall have rcvelling to-night ; I will assume thy part in some disguise, And tell fair Hero I am Claudio; And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, And take her hearing prisoner, with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale : Then, after, to her father, will I break: And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine :

In practice let us put it presently.'

[Exeunt through the Gate.

SCENE II.-A Hall in Leonato's House.

Enter Don John and CONRAD, R. Con. (R.) What the good-jer, my lord ! why are you thus out of measure sad ?

John. (1.) There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Con. You should hear reason.

John. And when I have heard it, what blessings bringeth it?

Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.

John. I cannot hide what I am : I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests ; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.,

Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, till you may do it without controulment. You have, of late, stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace: where it is impossible you should take true root, but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful, that you frame the season for your own harvest.

John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any ; in this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied, but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, and unfranchised with a clog ; therefore, I have decreed not to sing in my cage : If I had my mouth, I would bite ; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking; in the mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

Con. Can you make use of your discontent?

John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here?

Enter BORACH10, L. What news, Boracbio ?

Bor. (R.) I came yonder, from a great supper; the prince, your brother, is royally entertained by Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John. (c.) Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he, for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness ?

Bor., Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ?
Bor. Even he!

John. A proper squire ! and who, and who? which way looks he?

Bor. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

John. A very forward March chick! Come, come ; let us thither; this may prove food to my displeasure; that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way. You are both sure, and will assist me?

Con. (R.) To the death, my lord.

John. Let us to the great supper ; their cheer is the greater, that I am subdued. 'Would the cook were of

[Exeunt, .

my mind!



SCENE I.-A Room in Leonato's House.,

Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, L. Leon. (R. c.) How came you to this ?

Ant. (L. c.) I tell you, the prince and Count Claudio, walking in the thick-pleached alley of the orchard, were overheard by a nian of mine. It was agreed upon, that the prince should, in a dance, woo Hero, as for himself, and, having obtained her, give her to Count Claudio.

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this? · Ant. A good sharp fellow. I will send for him, and you shall question him yourself.

Leon. No, no ; we will hold it as a dream, till it appear itself. But do you acquaint' my daughter withal, that she may be better prepared for her answer, if, peradventure, this be true. Here she comes.


Enter Hero and BeATRICB, L. Was not Count John here at supper ?

Hero. (L.) I saw bim not.

Beatr. (L.) How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him, but I'm heart-burned an hour after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beatr. He were an excellent man, that were made just in the midway, between him and Benedick: the one is too like an image, and says nothing ; and the other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling.

Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face

Beatr. With a good leg, and a good foot, ankle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world—if he could get her good-will.

[Hero and ANTONIO rctire up the Stage, and

talk together. Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be'st so shrewd of thy tongue !

Beatr. For the which blessing, I am at Heav'n upon my knees every morning and evening; Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woollen.

Leon. (c.) You may light upon a husband that hath no beard.

Beatr. (L. C.) What should I do with him ? dress him in my apparel, and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? Ho that hath a beard, is more than a youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a man: and he that is more than a youth, is not for me: and he that is less than a man, I am not for him: therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell.

Ant. [To Hero, advancing.] Well, niece, I trust you will be ruled by your father?

[ANTONIO and Hero stand on R. Beatr. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to make a courtesy, and say, “Father, as it please you :"[Crosses to R.] but yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, " Father as it please me.'

Leon. (L.) Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband,

Beatr. Not till heaven make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be over mastered with a piece of valiant dust ? to make account of her life to a clod of wayward marle ? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren, and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Ant. Niece, remember what I told you : if the prince do solicit you in that kiņd, you know your answer.

Beatr. (L. c.) The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not wooed in good time : if the prince be too important, tell him, there is a measure in every thing, and so dance vut the answer. For, hear me, Hero, wooing, wedding, and repenting, is a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mạnperly modest, as a measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave:

Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly:

Beatr. I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see a church by day-light.

[Music within. Leon. The revellers are entering.

[Retire up the Stage.--Music. Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BALTHASAR, Don John,

BORACHIO, CONRAD, 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.

Enter BenedICK, L, U. E. followed by BEATRICE,

laughing. Beatr. (L. c.) Will you not tell me who told you so ? Bened. (c.) No, you shall pardon me.

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