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Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready.
[Exit Antonio D. 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
the savage bull:Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; As once Europa did at lusty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love.
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd. Claud. For this I owe you: here come other
reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon? Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud.. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see
Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her
hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy
friar; I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I liv’d, I was your other wife:
[Unmasking. And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero?
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.—Which is Beatrice?
is Bene. Do not you love me? Beat.
No, no more than reason Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince,
Beat. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason.
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and
Ursula, Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did. .
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for
Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead
for me. Bene. 'Tis no such matter:-Then, you do not
love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gen
tleman. 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. Hero.
And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts !—Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. 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. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married
man? Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of
humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.—For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis’d, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell’d thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if
cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends:--let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o’my word; therefore, play, musick.Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipp'd with horn.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in
flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.