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Yet did repent me, after more advice :* | You, sirrah, [To Lucio.] that knew me for a For testimony whereof, one in the prison
fool, a coward, That should by private order else have died, | One all of luxury,* an ass, a madman; I have reserv'd alive.
Wherein have I so deserved of you, Duke. What's he?
That you extol me thus? Prov. His name is Barnardine.
Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but acDuke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio. cording to the trick:t If you will hang me for Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him. it, you may, but I had rather it would please
(Erit Provost. you, I might be whipp'd. Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise Duke. Whipp'd first, Sir, and hang'd after.-As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Proclaim it, Provost, round about the city; Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, And lack of temper'd judgement afterward. (As I have heard him swear himself, there's one
Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure: Whom he begot with child,) let her appear, And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, | And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d, That I crave death more willingly than mercy; Let him be whipp'd and hang'd. 'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry
me to a whore! Your highness said even now Re-enter Provost, BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO,
I made you a duke; good my lord, do not reand JULIET.
compense me, in making me a cuckold. Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry
her, Prov. This, my lord. Duke. There was a friar told me of this man:--|Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, Remit thy other forfeits :1-Take him to prison : That apprehends no further than this world. And see our pleasure herein executed. And squar'st thy life according. Thou’rt con
| Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing demn'd;
to death, whipping, and hanging But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ;
Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.And pray thee, take this mercy to provide
' She, Claudio, that you wrongd, look you re. For better times to come :- Friar, advise him ;
store.I leave him to your hand.-What muffled fel. Joy to you, Mariana I-love her Angelo: low's that?
I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.-Prod. This is another prisoner, that ) sav'd,
at I cavid. Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much That should have died when Claudio lost his
goodness : As like almost to Claudio, as himself. Thead;
There's more behind, that is more gratulate. [Unmuffles CLAUDIO.
Thanks, Provost, for thy care, and secrecy; Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake
We shall employ thee in a worthier place:[To ISABELLA.
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home 19 he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake,
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's; Give me your hand, and say you will be mine,
The offence pardons itself.—Dear Isabel, He is my brother too: But fitter time for that.
I have a motion much imports your good; By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe ;
Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye :
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is Well, Angelo, your evil quitst you well :
mine : Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth
with So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show I find an apt remission in myself: [yours.
'| What's yet behind, that's meet you all should
eunt. And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;
† Thoughtless practice. Consideration.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
DON PEDRO, Prince of Arragon.
A SEXTON. Don Joan, his bastard Brother.
A FRIAR. CLAUDIO, a young Lord of Florence, favourite A Boy.
to Don Pedro. BENEDICK, a young Lord of Padua, favourite HERO, Daughter to Leonato. likewise of Don Pedro.
BEATRICE, Niece to Leonato. LEONATO, Governor of Messina.
MARGARET, X Gentlewomen attending on
URSULA. S Hero.
Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and
challenged Cupid at the flight:* and my uncle's SCENE I.--Before LEONATO's House. I
fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE and others, Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt.with a MESSENGER.
| I pray you, how many hath he killed and enten Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro in these wars? But how many hath he killed ? of Arragon comes this night to Messina. For, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.
Mess. He is very near by this; he was not Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick three leagues off when I left him.
too much; but he'll be meett with you, I doubt Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in it not. this action?
Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in Mess. But few of any sort,* and none of these wars. name.
| Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the holp to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher. achiever brings home full numbers. I find here, man, he hath an excellent stomach. that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. on a young Florentine, called Claudio.
Beat. And a good soldier to a lady ;-But Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally what is he to a lord ? remembered by Don Pedro: He hath borne Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffhimself beyond the promise of his age ; doing, ed with all honourable virtues. in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion : he Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than stuffed man:I but for the stuffing -Well, we you must expect of me to tell you how. are all mortal.
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will Leon. You must not, Sir, mistake my niece: be very much glad of it.
there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Mess. I have already delivered him letters, Benedick and her: they never meet, but there and there appears much joy in him; even so is a skirmish of wit between them. much, that joy could not show itself modest Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our enough, without a badge of bitterness.
last conflict, four of his five wits went halting Leon. Did he break out into tears?
off, and now is the whole man governed with Mess. In great measure.t.
one: 90 that if he have wit enough to keep himLeon. A kind overflow of kindness: There self warm, let him bear it for a difference are no faces truer than those that are so wash- between himself and his horse : for it is all the ed. How much better is it to weep at joy, than wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonto joy at weeping?
able creature.-Who is his companion, now? Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto re- He hath every month a new sworn brother, turned from the wars, or no?
Messe Is it possible? Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there Beal. Very easily possible: he wears his faith was none such in the army of any sort. but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes
Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece? with the next block. 8
Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Mess. I see, lady, the gentleinan ig pot in Padua:
your books, Mess. O, he is returned; and as pleasant as Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my ever he was.
study. But, I pray you, who is his companion?
Mould for a hat.
is there no young squarer* now, that will make, and he heartily prays, some occasion may dea voyage with him to the devil ?
|tain us longer : I dare swear he is no hypocrite, Mess. He is most in the company of the right but prays from his heart. noble Claudio.
1 Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a be forsworn. Let me bid you welcome, my disease: he is sooner caught than the pesti- lord: being reconciled to the prince your brolence, and the taker runs presently mad. God ther, I owe you all duty. help the noble Claudio ! if he have caught the D. John. I thank you: I am not of many Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound words, but I thank you. ere he be cured.
Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go Beat. Do, good friend.
together. Leon. You will never rum mad, niece.
Exeunt all but BENEDICK and CLAUDIO. Beat. No, not till a hot January.
Claud. Benedick, did'st thou note the daughMess. Don Pedro is approached.
ter of signior Leonato? Enter Don PEDRO, attended by BALTRAZAR, & Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. others. Don Joan, CLAUDIO, & BENEDICK. I Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?
D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man come to meet your trouble: the fashion of the should do, for my simple true judgement ; or world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it would you have me speak after my custom, as
Leon. Never came trouble to my house in being a professed tyrant to their sex? the likeness of your grace: for trouble being Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judgegone, comfort should remain ; but, when you
nent. depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness
Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low takes his leave.
for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, D. Pedro. You embrace your charget too and too little for a great praise: only this comwillingly. I think, this is your daughter. mendations can afford her ; that were she other
Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. than she is, she were unhandsome; and being
Bene. Were you in doubt, Sir, that you ask no other but as she is, I do not like her. ed her?
Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport; I pray Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were thee, tell me truly how thou likest her. you a child.
Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we after her. may guess by this what you are, being a man. | Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? Truly, the lady fathers herself:-Be happy, Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But lady for you are like an honourable father.
speak you this with a sad brow? or do you play Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she the flouting Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good would not have his head on her shoulders, for hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? all Messina, as like him as she is.
Come, in what key shall a man take you, to Beat. I wonder that you will still be talk go in the song? .. ing, signior Benedick; nobody marks you.
Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain ! are you that ever I looked on. yet living?
Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while I see no such matter : there's her cousin, an she she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior
were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to dis- much in beauty, as the first of May doth the dain, if you come in her presence.
last of December. But I hope, you have no inBene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat:-But it tent to turn husband; have you? is certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you
Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I excepted : and I would I could find in my heart had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my that I had not a hard heart; for,truly, I love none. i wife. Beat. A dear happiness to women; they
Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not would else have been troubled with a perni.
the world one man, but he will wear his cap cious suitor. I thank God, and my cold blood, with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor I am of your humour for, that; I had rather
of three-score again? Go to, i'faith; an thou hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear he loves me.
the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. Look, Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that
vour ladyship still in that I Don Pedro is returned to seek you. mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape
Re-enter Don PEDRO. i predestinate scratched face.
D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, Beal. Scratching could not make it worse, that you followed not to Leonato's? an 'twere such a face as yours were.
| Bene. I would, your grace would constrain Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. me to tell.
Beal. A bird of my tongue, is better than a D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. beast of yours.
Bene. You hear, count Claudio : I can be Bene. I would my horse had the speed of secret as a dumb man, I would have you think your tongue; and so good a continger: But so; but on my allegiance,-mark you this, on keep your way o' God's name; I have done. my allegiance :-He is in love. With who?
Bcal. You always end with a jade's trick ; now that is your grace's part.-Mark, how I know you of old.
short his answer is :-With Hero, Leonato's • D. Pedro. This is the sum of all : Leonato, short daughter. signior Claudio, and signior Benedick,my Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. dear friend Leonato, hath invited you all. 1 Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not tell him, we shall stay here at least a month; so, nor 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it Quarrelsome fellow.
should be so.
Clavd. If my passion change not shortly, Claud. My liege, your highness now may do God forbid it should be otherwise.
me good. D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it lady is very well worthy.
but how, Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn lord.
Any hard lesson that may do thee good. D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ? Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. 1 D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only Bene. And by my two faiths and troths, my | Dost thou affect her, Claudio?
heir : lord, I spoke mine.
Claud. O my lord, Claud. That I love her, I feel.
When you went onward on this ended action, D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,
Bene. That I neither feel how she should be That lik'd, but had a rougher task in band loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is Than to drive liking to the name of love : the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts will die in it at the stake.
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate here- Come thronging soft and delicate desires, tic in the despite of beauty.
All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Claud. And never could maintain his part, Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars. but in the force of his will.
| D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank And tire the hearer with a book of words : her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; most humble thanks : but that I will have a And I will break with her, and with her father, re-cheat* winded in my forehead, or hang my And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end, buglet in an invisible baldrick,f all women That thou began'st to twist so find a story? shall pardon me. Because I will not do them Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the That know love's grief by his complexion ! right to trust none; and the fine is, (for the But lest my liking might too sudden seem, which I may go the finer,) I will live a bachelor. I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.
D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broad. pale with love.
er than the food ? Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with The fairest grant is the necessity : hunger, my lord; not with love: prove, that Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once,* thou ever I lose more blood with love, than I will get
lov'st; again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a And I will fit thee with the remedy. ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at the door I know, we shall have revelling to-night; of a brothel-house, for the sign of blind Cupid. I will assume thy part in some disguise,
D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from And tell fair Hero I am Claudio; this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,
Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, And take her hearing prisoner with the force and shoot at me ; and he that hits me, let him And strong encounter of my amorous tale : be clapped on the shoulder, and called Adam. | Then, after, to her father will I break; D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :
And the conclusion is, she shall be thine : In time the sarage bull doth bear the yoke. In practice let us put it presently. (Ereunt. Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the
UNS SCENE II.-A Room in Leonato's House. sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, and set them in my forehead : and let Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. me be vilely painted; and in such great letters Leon. How now, brother? Where is my couas they write, Here 18 good horse to hire, let sin, your son? Hath he provided this music? them signify under my sign, -Here you may see Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, Benedick the married man.
I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamClaud. If this should ever happen, thou
thoued not of. would'st be horn-mad.
Leon. Are they good? D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all Ant. As the event stamps them; but they his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this
have a good cover, they show well outward. shortly.
The prince and count Claudio, walking in a Bene. I look for an earthquake too then. I
thick-pleachedt alley in my orchard, were thus D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the
much overheard by a man of mine: The prince hours. In the mean time, good signior Bene
discovered to Claudio, that he loved my niece dick, repair to Leonato's ; commend me to him,
your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it and tell him, I will not fail him at supper ; for,
this night in a dance; and, if he found her acindeed, he hath made great preparation.
cordant, he meant to take the present time by Bene. I have almost matter enough in me
the top, and instantly break with you of it. for such an embassage; and so I commit you-1
Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you Claud. To the tuition of God: From my
I this? house; (if I had it,)
Ant. A good sharp fellow : I will send for D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving
him, and question him yourself. friend, Benedick.
Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not : The body till it appears itself:-but I will acquaint my of your discourse is sometimes guarded with
daughter withal, that she may be the better fragments, and the guards are but slightly bas
prepared for an answer, if peradventure this ted on neither: ere you flout old ends any fur
be true. Go you, and tell her of it. (Sercrol ther, examine your conscience : and so I leave
persons cross the stage.] Cousins, you know you,
what you have to do.-0. I cry you mercy, * The tune sounded to call off the dogs. + Hunting-horn.
friend; you go with me, and I will use your
skill: Good cousins have a cure this busy D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this time.
[Exeunt. may prove food to my displeasure: that young SCENE III.-Another Room in LEONATO's start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow; if House.
I can cross him any way, I bless myself every
way: You are both sure, and will assist me? Enter Don John and CONRADE.
Con. To the death, my lord. Con. What the goujere,* my lord! why are D. John. Let us to the great supper; their you thus out of measure sad?
cheer is the greater that I am subdued : 'Would D. John. There is no measure in the occasion the cook were of my mind !-Shall we go proye that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without what's to be done? limit.
Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. Con. You should hear reason.
(Exeunt. D. John. And when I have heard it, what
ACT II. blessing bringeth it?
Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient SCENE I.-A Hall in LEONATO's House. sufferance.
| Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, HERO, BEATRICE, D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou
and others. say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about
Leon. Was not count John here at supper. to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mis Ant. I saw him not. chief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's never can see him, but I am heart-burned an jests ; eat when I have stomach, and wait for 1 hour after. no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. tend to no man's business; laugh when I am Beat. He were an excellent man, that were merry, and clawt no man in his humour. I made iust in the mid-way between him and
Con. Yea, but you must not make the full | Benedick : the one is too like an image, and show of this, till you may do it without con- says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's trolment. You have of late stood out against eldest son, evermore tattling. your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue his grace; where it is impossible you should in count John's mouth, and half count John's take true root, but by the fair weather that you melancholy in signior Benedick's face, make yourself: it is needful that you frame the Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, season for your own harvest.
uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a D. John. I had rather be a canker£ in a man would win any woman in the world,-if hedge, than a rose in his grace; and it better he could get her good will. fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fa- Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get shion a carriage to rob love from any : in this, thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest tongue. man, it must not be denied that I am a plain- Ant. In faith, she is too curst. dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, Beat. Too curst is more than curst : I shall and en franchised with a clog; therefore I have lessen God's sending that way : for it is said, decreed not to sing in my cage: If I had my God sends a curst cow short horns; but to a cow mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I too curst he sends none. would do my liking: in the mean time, let me Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send be that I am, and seek not to alter me.
yon no horns. Con. Can you make no use of your discon- Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for tent?
the which blessing, I am at him upon my knees D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it every morning and evening : Lord! I could only. Who comes here? What news Borachio? not endure a husband with a beard on his face; Enter BORACAIO.
I had rather lie in the woollen. Bora. I came yonder from a great supper ; Leon. You may light upon a husband, that the prince, your brother, is royally entertained hath no beard. by Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of Beat. What should I do with him ? dress him an intended marriage.
in my apparel, and make him my waiting-genD. John. Will it serve for any model to build tlewoman? He that hath a beard, is more than mischief on. What is he for a fool, that betroths a youth; and he that hath no beard is less than himself to unquietness ?
a man: and he that is more than a youth, is not Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. for me; and he that is less than a man, I am D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio not for him. Therefore I will even take sixBora. Even he.
pence in earnest, of the bear-herd, and lead his D. John. A proper squire! And who, and apes into hell. who? which way looks he?
Leon. Well then, go you into hell? Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will of Leonato.
the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with D. John. A very forward March chick! How horns on his head, and say, Get you to heaven, came you to this?
Beatrice, get you to heaven; here's no place for Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I you maids : so deliver I up my apes, and away was smoking a musty room, comes me the to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me prince and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad con- where the batchelors sit, and there live we as lerence: I whipt me behind the arras; and merry as the day is long. there heard it agreed upon, that the prince Ant. Well, niece, [To HERO.] I trust, you should woo loro for himself, and having ob- will be ruled by your father. tuined her, give her to count Claudio.
Beat. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to • The venereal didoake.
make courtesy, and say, Father, as it please Dag ron
Serious | you, :--but yet for all that, cousin, let him bra