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humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat* winded in my forehead, or hang my buglet in an invisible baldrick), all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is (for the which I may go the finer), I will live a bachelor.
D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord; not with love: prove, that ever I lose more blood with love, than will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house, for the sign of blind Cupid.
D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.
Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder, and called Adamg.
D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try:
Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, and set them in my forehead: and let me be vilely painted; and in such great letters as they write, Here is good horse to hire, let them signify under my sign,
Here you may see Benedick the married man. Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st be horn-mad.
D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. Bene. I look for an earthquake too then
D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick,
Scene I. ABOUT NOTHING.
Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for
Claud. To the tuition of God: From my bou
D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving fr
Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of
Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?
D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his on
O, my lord,
D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover prese
repair to Leonato's; commend me to him, and tell him, I will not fail him at supper; for, indeed, he hath made great preparation.
Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and so I commit you
Claud. To the tuition of God: From my house (if I had it) –
D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving friend, Benedick.
Bene. Nay,nock not, mock not: The body of your discourse is sometime guarded* with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neitber: ere you fiout old ends any further, examine your conscience; and so I leave you.
[Erit Benedick. Claud. My liege, your highness vow may do me
good. D. Pedro. 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.
Claud. Hath Leopato any son, my lord ?
D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir:
O, my lord,
D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
alley io niy orchard, were thus much overbeard by man of mine: The prince discovered to Clanco, tinal he loved my niece your daughter, and mutatta knowledge it this niglit in a dance; and, il le jou her accordant, he meant to take the present time the top, and instantly break with you of it.
Leon, Hath the fellow any wit, that told you ta
Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will stad for han and question bim yourself.
Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, ... appears itself:-but I will acquaint my daugi withal, that she may be the better prepared fo answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, tell her of it. (Several persons cross the sta Cousins, you know what you have to do.-0, you mercy, friend; you go with me, and I will your skill:-Good cousins, have a care this time.
y : s once*, thou lov'st; nedy.
; my heart, with the force norous tale:
break; all be thine: ly. [Ereunt.
alley in niy orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine: The prince discovered to Claudio, that he loved my niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the tor, and instantly break with you of it.
Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this?
Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for hin, and question him yourself.
Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till it appears itself :-but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and tell her of it. [Several persons cross the stage.] Cousins, you know what you have to do.--0, 1 cry you mercy, friend; you go with me, and I will use your skill :-Good cousins, have a care this busy time.
Another room in Leonato's house.
Enter Don John and Conrade.
Con. What the goujere*, my lord! why are you thus out of measure sad?
D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.
Con. You should bear reasou,
D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing bringeth it?
Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.
D. John. I wonder that thou being (as thou say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a
* The venereal disease.
mischief. I cannot
when I have cause, at when I have a sto. eisure; sleep when I van's business; laugh
man in his humour. t make the full show without controlment. gainst your brother, ito his grace;
where true root, but by the urself: it is peedful our own harvest. cankert in a hedge,
better fits my blood fashion a carriage to ugh I cannot be said - must not be denied . I am trusted with
a clog; therefore I y cage: if I had my my liberty, I would ne, let me be that I
Bora, Even he. D. John. A proper squire! And who, and why which way looks lie?
Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir Leonato.
D. John. A very forward March chick! u came you to this?
Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I smoking a musty room, comes me the prince Claudio, hand in hand, in sade conference: I wil me behind the arras; and there heard it agt upon, that the prince should woo Hero for him and having obtained her, give her to count Clau
D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this prove food to my displeasure: that young star hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can him any way, I bless myself every way: Yok both sure, and will assist me?
Con. To the death, my lord.
D. John. Let us to the great supper; their is the greater that I am subdued : 'Would the
of my mind!-Shall we go prove what's done?
Bora. We'll wait aspon your lordship. (E
of your discontent? it, for I use it only. Borachio.