Imágenes de páginas

Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester : a very dull Bene. Troth, my lord, I have playe the part of fool; only his gift is in devising impossible slan. lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a ders: none but libertines delight in him; and the lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told commendation is not in his wit, but in his vil. him true, that your grace had got the good will of lainy; for he both pleaseth men, and angers them, this young lady; and I offered him my company to and then they laugh at him, and beat him: I am a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being sure he is in the fleet; I would he had boarded me. forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy

Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him to be whipped. vhat you say

D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy ; two on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and shows it his companion, and he steals it. then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression ? will eat no supper that night. [Musick nithin. The transgression is in the stealer. We must follow the leaders.

Bene. Yet it had not been a miss, the rod had Bene. In every good thing.

been made, and the garland too; for the garland Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave he might have worn himself; and the rod he might them at the next turning

have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stol'u [Dance. Then exeunt all but Don John, his bird's nest. Borachio, and Claudio.

D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and re. D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, store them to the owner. and hath withdrawn her father to break with him. Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my about it: The ladies follow her, and but one visor faith, you say honestly remains.

D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his you; the gentleman that danced with her, told her, bearing:

she is much wrong'd by you. D. John. Are you not signior Benedick?

Bene. 0, she misused me past the endurance of Claud. You know me well; I am he.

a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother would have answer'd her; my very visor began to in his love: he is enamour'd on Hero ; I pray you, assume life, and scold with her : She told me, not dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth: thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's you may do the part of an honest man in it. jester; that I was duller than a great thaw; hud. Claud. How know you he loves her ?

dling jest upon jest, with such impossible convey. D. John. I heard him swear his affection.

ance, upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would with a whole army shooting at me: She speaks marry her to-night.

poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

as terrible as her terminations, there were no liv. Exeunt Don John and Borachio. Jing near her, she would infect to the north star. I Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, would not marry her, though she were endowed But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. with all that Adam had left him before he transTis certain so ;-the prince woos for himself.

gressed : she would have made Hercules have Friendship is constant in all other things,

turned spit; yea, and have cleft bis club to make the Save in the office and affairs of love :

fire too. Come, talk not of her : you shall find her Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God, Let every eye negotiate for itself,

some scholar would conjure her; for, certainly, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch,

while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, Against whose cl.arms faith melteth into blood. as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, This is an accident of hourly proof,

because they would go thither; so, indeed, all dis Which I mistrusted not : Farewell therefore, Hero ! quiet, horror, and perturbation follow her. Re-enter Benedick,

Re-enter Claudio, Beatrice, Leonato, and Hero. Bene. Count Claudio ?

D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. Claud. Yea, the same.

Bene. Will your grace command me any service Bene. Come, will you go with me?

to the world's end? I will go on the sligitest erClaud. Whither ?

rand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now business, count? What fashion will you wear the from the farthest inch of Asia ; bring you the garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's length of Prester John's foot ; fetch you a hair oft chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's the great Cham's beard ; do you any embassage to scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince the Pigmies, rather than hold three words' conhath got your Hero.

ference with this harpy : You have no employment Claud. I wish him joy of her.

for me? Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover: D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good comso they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince pany. would have served you thus ?

Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I can. Claud, I pray you, leave me.

not endure my lady Tongue.

(Erit. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat heart of signior Benedick. the post.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while : Cland. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Erit. and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his

Bene. Alas! poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep single one: marry, once before, he won it of me into sedges. But, that my lady Beatrice should with false dice, therefore your grace may well say, know me, and not know me! The prince's fool! I have lost it. Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because I am D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you inerty.--Yea; but so: I am apt to do myself have put him down. wrong: I am not so reputed : it is the base, the Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, bitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have into her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. Tevenged as I may.

D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are Re-enter Don Pedro.

you sad? D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count; Cluud. Not sad, my lord. Did you see him?

D. Pedro. How then ? Sick?

Claud. Neither, my lord.

Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor help my cousin to a good husband. merry, nor well : but civil, count; civil as an D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefuiorange, and something of that jealous complexion. lest liusband that I know : thus far can I praise

D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valonr, true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his con- and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to ceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love witn name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with Benedick :-and I, with your two helps, will so her father, and his good will obtained : name the practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick day of marriage, and God give thee joy!

wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no lonher my fortunes; his grace hath made the match, ger an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we are and all grace say Amen to it!

the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.

you my drift.

(Eseunt. Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

SCENE II.-Another Room in Leonato's House. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away

Enter Don John and Borachio. myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. . Beat. Speak, cousin ; or, if you cannot, stop hisl.

D. John. It is so ; the count Claudio shall marry mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither.

or the daughter of Leonato. D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.

4:Bora, Yea, my lord, but I can cross it. Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it!

1 D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment keeps on the windy side of care :-My cousin tells

will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure him in his ear, that he is in her heart.

to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his affecClaud. And so she doth, cousin

tion, ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou Beat. Good lord, for alliance !Thus poes every cross this marriage ? one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I.

| Bora. Not honestly, my lord: but so covertly that may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh-ho! for a hus

no dishonesty shall appear in me. band.

D. John. Show me briefly how. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, Beat. I would rather have one of your father's how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the wait. getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you?ng

our race ne'er a brother lite song ing.gentlewoman to Hero. Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could

D. John. I remember. come by them.

Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamBeat. No, my lord, unless I might have another be

ber-window. for working-days; your grace is too costly to wear

D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of every day : But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; |

this marriage ? I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.

Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to.

Go you to the prince your brother ; spare not to be merry best becomes you ; for, out of question,

tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in mar. you were born in a merry hour.

rying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do Beat. No, sure. my lord, my mother cry'd: but you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such then there was a star danced, and under that was

a one as Hero. I born.-Cousins, God give you joy !

D. John. What proof shall I make of that? Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told

1 Bora, Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex you of ?

Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: Look Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's you for any other issue? pardon.

Revit Beatrice D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. ang Leon. There's little of the melancholy element

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Don in her, my lord : she is never sad, but when she rearoa

Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell them, sleeps : and not ever sad then: for I have heard my that you know that Hero loves me; intend a kind daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappi.

of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as-in love ness, and waked herself with laughing.

of your brother's honour who hath made this D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a

Par tell of a match ; and his friend's reputation, who is thus like husband.

to be cozened with the semblance of a maid,-that Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers

you have discovered thus. They will scarcely beout of suit.

lieve this without trial : offer them instances; which D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick.

shall bear no less likelihood, than to see me at her Leon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week

chamber-window; hear me call Margaret, Hero : married, they would talk themselves mad.

hear Margaret term me Borachio; and bring them D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go

to see this, the very night before the intended wedto church ?

ding : for, in the mean time, I will so fashion the Claud. Tomorrow my lord. Time goes on matter, that Hero shall be absent; and there shall crutches, till love have all his rites.

appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty, that Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is jealousy shall be call'd assurance, and all the prehence a just seven-night and a time too brief too. I paration overthrown. to have all things answer my mind.

D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the worka breathing but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time ing this, and thy tee is a thousand ducats. shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim,

| Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my undertake one of Hercules' labours: which is. tol cunning shall not shame me. bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice intol D. John. I will presently go learn their day o a mountain of affection, the one with the other. I marriage.

[Exeunt. would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but to

SCENE III.-Leonato's Garden. fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.

Enter Benedick and a Boy. Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me Bene, Boy, en nights' watchings

Boy. Signior. Ciaud. And I, my lord.

Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book ; bring D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero ?

it hither to me in the orchard.

cy, uncle.-Berit Beatrice

Boy. I am here already, sir.

II. Bene. I know that ;--but I would have thee

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo hence, and here again. (Exit Boy. ]-I do much

of dumps so dull and heavy; wonder, that one man, seeing how much another

The fraud of men was ever so, man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to

Since summer first was leavy. love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow

Then sigh not so, &c. follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn, by falling in love: And such a man is D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. Claudio. I have known, when there was no musick Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. with him but the drum and fife; and now had he Claud. Ha ? no; no, faith; thou singest well rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known, / enough for a shift. when he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see a Bene. [ Asiale.) An he had been a dog, that should good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, have howled thus, they would have hanged him : carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief ! wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come honest man, and a soldier ; and now is he turn'd what plague could have come after it. orthographer; his words are a very fantastical ban-. D. Pedro. Yea, marry ; [to Claudio.)-Dost thou quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so hear, Balthazar ? I pray thee, get us some excelconverted, and see with these eyes ? I cannot tell : lent musick ; for to-morrow night we would have I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may transit at the lady Hero's chamber-window. form me to an oyster : but I'll take my oath on it. Balth. The best I can, my lord. till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never D. Pedro. Do so : farewell. [Exeunt Balthazar make me such a fool. One woman is fair : yet I and musick. Come hither, Leonato : What was am well : another is wise ; yet I am well: another it you told me of to-day ? that your niece Beatrice virtuous; yet I am well : but till all graces be in

was in love with signior Benedick?

the fowl one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. ! Claud. O, ay :-Stalk on, stalk on Rich, she shall be, that's certain ; wise, or I'll none;

sits. [Aside to Pedro.] I did never think that lady virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her ; fair, or l'ii would have loved any man. never look on her ; mild, or come not near me;l,

Leon. No, nor I neither ; but most wonderful, noble, or not. I for an angel ; of good discourse, an

that she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what she hath in all outward behaviours seemed ever to colour it please God. Ha ! the prince and mon-abhor. sieur Love! I will hide me in the arbour.

Bene. Is't possible ? Sits the wind in that corner ? Withdraws.


Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio.

to think of it; but that she loves him with an en

raged affection, it is past the infinite of thought. D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this musick ? D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit. Claud. Yea, my good lord ;-How still the even - Claud. 'Faith, like enough. As bush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! sing is, Leon. O God ! counterfeit! There never was D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid counterfeit of passion came so near the life of pashimself?

sion, as she discovers it. Claud. 0, very well, my lord : the musick ended, D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? We'll fit the kid-fox with a pennyworth.

Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite. Enter Balthazar, with musick.


Leon. What effects, my Jord! She will sit you, D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song You heard my daughter tell you how. again.

Claud. She did, indeed. Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze To slander musick any more than once.

me: I would have thought her spirit had been inD. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, vincible against all assaults of affection. To put a strange face on his own perfection :

Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord ; I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

especially against Benedick. Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing : Bene. Aside. I should think this a gull, but Since many a wooer doth commence his suit that the white-bearded fellow speaks it : knavery To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes; cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. Yet will he swear, he loves.

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection ; l.old it up. D. Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come:

[Aside. Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to Do it in notes.

Benedick. Balth. Note this before my notes,

Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. her torment. D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he claud. 'Tis true, indeed ; so your daughter says: speaks :

Shall I, says she, that have so oft encountered him Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! [Musick. with scorn, write to him that I love him?

Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his soul ravished ! Leon. This says she now when she is beginning -Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts should hale to write to him for she'll be up twenty times a souls out of men's bodies? - Well, a horn for my night: and there will she sit in her smock, till she money, when all's done.

have writ a sheet of paper :-my daughter tells us

all. Balthazar sings.

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of.

Leon, 0!--When she had writ it, and was Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice Men were deceivers ever ;

between the sheet ?
One foot in sea, and one on shore ;

Claud. That.
To one thing constant never :

Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand
Then sigh not so,

half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so But let them go,

immodest to write to one that she knew would flout And be you blithe and bonny ;

her: I measure him, says she, by my own spirit : Converting all your sounds of woe

for I should flout him, if he writ to me ; yea, though Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

I love him, I should.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, the love come from her; they say too, that she will weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, rather die than give any sign of affection. I did curses ;-Osn'eet Benedick! God give me patience ! never think to marry-I must not seem proud :

Leon. She doth indeed ; my daughter says so: Happy are they that hear their detractions, and and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that can put them to mending. They say, the lady is my daughter is sometime afraid she will do a des- fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness : and perate outrage to herself ; It is very true.

virtuous-'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of but for loving me :-By my troth, it is no addition it by some other, if she will not discover it.

to her wit ;-nor no great argument of her foliy, Claud. To what end? He would but make a for I will be horribly in love with her. I may sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse. chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit

D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to broken on me, because I have railed so long against hang him : She's an excellent sweet lady; and, out marriage : But doth not the appetite alter? A man of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

in his age : Shall quips, and sentences, and these D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Bene-paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the dick.

career of his humour ? No: The world must be Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that did not think I should live till I were married. blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian. lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.

D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage on me; I would have daff'd all other respects, and

Enter Beatrice. made her half myself: I pray you, tell Benedick of Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you corne it, and hear what he will say.

in to dinner. Leon. Were it good, think you ?

Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die; for she Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, says, she will die if he love her not; and she will than you take pains to thank me: if it had been die ere she makes her love known: and she will die painful, I would not have come. if he woo her, rather than she will 'bate one breadth Bene. You take pleasure then in the message ? of her accustomed crossness.

Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a D. Pedro. She doth well : if she should make knife's point, and choke a daw withal :-You have tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it:no stomach, signior ; fare you well.

(Erit. for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you spirit.

come to dinner-there's a double meaning in that. Claud. He is a very proper man.

I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward hap-pains to thank me-- that's as much as to say, Any piness.

pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks :- If Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do

D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks not love her, I am a Jew: I will go get her pic. that are like wit.


(Erit. Lon. And I take him to be valiant.

D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you : and in the managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for either he avoids them with great discretion, or

ACT JUI. undertakes them with a most Christian-like fear. Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily

SCENE I.-Leonato's Garden. keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. D. Pedro. And so will he do ; for the man doth

Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour; fear God, howsoever it seems not in hiin, by some There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for Proposing with the Prince and Claudio : your niece: Shall we go see Benedick, and tell him Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula

| Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse of her love?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us: out with good counsel.

And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Leon. Nay, that's impossible ; she may wear her

Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun, heart out first.

Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites, D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your Made proud by princes, that advance their pride daughter: let it cool the while. I love Benedick Against that power that bred it there will she well: and I could wish he would modestly examine

hide her, himself to see how much he is unworthy so good a To listen our purpose: This is thy office, lady.

Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, preClaud. If he do not doat on her upon this, I will sently.

(Erit. never trust my expectation.

í Aside. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for As we do trace this alley up and down, her: and that must your daughter, and the gentle. Our talk must only be of Benedick: woman carry. The sport will be, when they hold When I do name him, let it be thy part one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such To praise him more than ever man did merit : matter : that's the scene that I would see, which My talk to thee must be, how Benedick will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to Is sick in love with Beatrice : Of this matter call him in to dinner.

Aside. Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato. That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin;
Benedick advances from the Arbour.

Enter Beatrice, behind. Bene. This can be no trick: The conference was For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs sadly borne. They have the truth of this from Close by the ground, to hear our conference. Hero. They seem to pity the lady ; it seems, her Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, must be requited. I hear how I am censured : And greedily devour the treacherous bait: they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive So angle we for Beatrice; who even now

Is couched in the woodbine coverture :

Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps: Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose

[Breunt Hero and Ursula. nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.

Beatrice advances. They advance to the bower. Beat. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;

Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? I know, her spirits are as coy and wild

Contempt, farewell ! and maiden pride, adieu ! As haggards of the rock.

No glory lives behind the back of such. Urs.

But are you sure, And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee; That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee lord.

To bind our loves up in a holy band : Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ? | For others say, thou dost deserve; and I Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it: Believe it better than reportingly.

[Erit. But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection,

SCENE II.-A Room in Leonato's House. And never to let Beatrice know of it,

Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Ienedick, and Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman

Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?

D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve consummate, and then I go toward Arragon.
As much as may be yielded to a man:

Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll But nature never fram'd a woman's heart

vouchsafe me. Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :

D. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, the new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child Misprising what they look on; and her wit

his new coat, and forbid him to wear it. I wili Values itself so highly, that to her

only be bold with Benedick for his company; for, All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,

from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, Nor take no shape nor project of affection,

he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's She is so self-endeared.

bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot Urs. Sure, I think so ;

at him: he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his And therefore, certainly, it were not good

tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, She knew his love, lest she make sport at it. his tongue speaks. Hero. Why, you speak truth: I never yet saw Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. man,

Leon. So say I ; methinks, you are sadder. How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, Claw. I hope, he be in love. But she would spell him backward : if fair-faced, 1 D. Pedro. Hang him, truant; there's no true She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister; drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick, love: if he be sad, he wants money. Made a foul blot : if tall, a lance ill-headed,

Bene. I have the tooth-ach.
If low, an agate very vilely cut:

D. Pedro. Draw it.
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; Bene. Hang it!
If silent, why, a block moved with none.

Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it after
So turns she every man the wrong side out; wards.
And never gives to truth and virtue, that

D. Pedro. What? sigh for the tooth-ach? Which simpleness and merit purchaseth. (able. Leon. Where is but a humour, or a worm ?

Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commend. Bene. Well, every one can master a grief, but he

Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all fashions. I that has it. As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable :

Claud. Yet, say I, he is in love. But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,

D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in She'd mock me into air; 0, she would laugh me

him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange Out of myself, press me to death with wit.

disguises ; as, to be a Dutchman to-day; a FrenchTherefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,

man to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly :

at once, as, a German from the waist downward, It were a better death than die with mocks ;

all slops; and a Spaniard from the hip upward, Which is as bad as die with tickling

no doublet: Unless he have a fancy to this foolery, Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say. as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick,

would have it appear he is. And counsel him to fight against his passion : Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders there is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat To stain my cousin with : One doth not know, o' mornings; What should that bode ? How much an ill word may empoison liking.

D. Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ? Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen She cannot be so much without true judgment,

with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath (Having so swift and excellent a wit,

already stuffed tennis-balls. As she is priz'd to have,) as to refuse

Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did by So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick.

the loss of a beard. Hero. He is the only man of Italy,

D. Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet: Can Always excepted my dear Claudio.

you smell him out by that? Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, claud. That's as much as to say, The sweet Speaking my fancy; signior Benedick,

youth's in love For shape, for bearing, argument, and valour,

D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melanGoes forernost in report through Italy.

choly. Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name. Claud, And when was he wont to wash his face?

Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. D. Pearo. Yea, or to paint himself? for the When are you married, madam ?

which, I hear what they say of him. Hero. Why, every day ;-to-morrow: Come, go in; Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit; which is now I'll show thee some attires : and have thy counsel, crept into a lutestring, and now governed by stops. Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow. T D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. urs. She's lim'd I warrant you; we have caught Conclude, conclude, he is in love. her, madam.

| Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.

« AnteriorContinuar »