Much Ado About Nothing - William Shakespeare

Act one seene one before Leonato's house. Enter Leonato, Hero, Beatrice, and others with a messenger.

I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Aragon comes this night to Messina.

He is very near by this. He was not three leagues off when I left him.

How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?

But few of any sort, and none of name.

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honor on a young Florentine called Claudio.

Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed better betred expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how he.

Hath an uncle here, and Messina will be very much glad of it.

I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him, even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness.

Did he break out into tears.

In great measure.

A kind overflow of kindness. There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

I pray you, is Signor Montante returned from the wars? Or no?

I know none of that name, Lady. There was none such in the army of any sort.

What is he that you ask for, niece?

My cousin means Signor Benedict of Padua.

Oh, he's returned, and as pleasant as ever he was.

He set up his bills here in Messina and challenged Cupid at the flight, and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid and challenged him at the bird bolt. I pray you how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed for? Indeed? I promise to eat all of his killing.

Faith, niece, you tax Senor Benedict too much, But he'll be meet with you. I doubt it not.

He hath done good service, lady.

In these wars you had musty vittle, and he hath hoped to eat it. He is a very valiant trencherman. He hath an excellent stomach.

And a good soldier too, lady, and.

A good soldier to a lady. But what is he to a.

Lord, a lord to a lord, a man to a man stuffed with all honorable virtues?

It is so, indeed, he is no less than a stuffed man. But for the stuffing, well, we are all mortal.

You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry war betwixt Senor Benedict and her. They never meet, but there's a skirmish of wit between.

Them, alas he gets nothing by that in our last conflict, four of his five wits went halting off. And now is the whole man governed with one. So that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse, For it is all the wealth that he hath left to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion? Now he hath every month a new sworn brother.

Is it possible?

Very easily possible. He wears his faith, But as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.

I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

No, and he were I would burn my study. But I pray you who is his companion? Is there no young square now who will make a voyage with him to the devil.

He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

Oh Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease. He is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio. If he have caught the Benedict, it will cost him a thousand pound airy be cured.

I will hold friends with you, lady, do good friend.

You will never run mahadneyes No.

Not till a hot January.

Don Pedrow is approached.

Don Pedro, Don John Claudio, Bennedict, Balthazar and others.

Good signor Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble. The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Never came in trouble to my house in the likeness of your grace. For trouble being gone, comfort should remain. But when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is your daughter.

Her mother hath many times told me so.

Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her.

Senor Benedict, No, for then you are a child.

You have it full Bennedic. We may guess by this what you are being a man. Truly the lady father's herself. Be happy, lady, for you are like an honorable father.

If Senor Leonardo be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina as like him as she is.

I wonder that you will still be talking, Signor Benedick.

Nobody marks you what, my dear lady, disdain are you yet living?

Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meat food to feed it, as Senor Benedick, courtesy itself must convert to disdain. If you come in her presence, then.

Is courtesy a turn coat? But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted, And I would I could find it in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none.

A dear happiness to women. They would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God in my cold blood I am of your humor for that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

God, keep your ladyship still in that mind, so some gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratched face.

Scratching could not make it worse. And with such a face as yours were.

Well, you are a rare parrot teacher.

A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

I would buy horse at the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way a God's name I have done.

You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old.

That is the sum of all. Leonato, Signor Claudio and Signor Benedict, my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tell him we shall stay here at least a month, and he heartily praise. Some occasion may detain us longer. I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but praise from his heart.

If you swear, my Lord, you shall not be.

Forsworn to don John.

Let me bid you welcome, my lord, be reconciled to the Prince your brother. I owe you all duty.

I thank you.

I am not of many words, but I thank you.

Please at your greats lead on your hand Leonato, we will go together all but Benedict and Claudio.

Benedict, does thou know the daughter signor Leonatto?

I noted her not, but I looked on her?

Is she not a modest young lady?

Do you question me, as an honest man should do for my simple true judgment? Or would you have me speak after my custom as being a professed tyrant to their sex?

No? I pray THEE speak and sober judgment.

Why a faith methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise. Only this commendation I can afford her that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome and being no other. But as she is, I do not like her.

Thou thinkest I am in sport? I pray THEE tell me truly, how thou likest her?

Would you buy her that you inquire after her?

Can the world buy such a jewel?

Yea and a case to put it into? But speak you this with a sad brow? Or do you play the flouting jack to tell us Cupid is a good hair finder and Vulcan a rare carpenter. Come in what key shall a man, take you to go in the song.

In mine eyes, she is the sweetest lady that I ever looked on.

I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter. There's her cousin, and she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May at the last of December. But I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you?

I would just bees trust myself, though I have sworn the contrary, if hero would be my.

Wife'st come to this a faith? Hath not the world one man? But he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again? Go to a faith, and thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away. Sundays Look, Don Pedros returned to seek you?

Re enter, Don Pedro?

What's secret? Hath held you here? That you followed not to Leonardo's?

I would your grace would constrain me to tell I charged thee on thy allegiance you here, Count Claudio, I can be secret as a dumb man, I would have you think so. But on my allegiance mark you this on my allegiance. He is in love with who? Now that is your grace's part. Mark how short his answer is with Hero Leonardo's short daughter.

If this were so, so, were it uttered.

Like the old tale? My Lord? It is not so, nor twas not so, But indeed God forbid it should be so.

If my passion changed not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.

Amen. If you love her, for the lady is very well worthy.

You speak this to fetch me and my lord, by my truth, I speak my thought and in faith, my Lord, I spoke mine, and.

By my when my two fates entruaths, my Lord, I spoke mine.

That I love her, I feel that she is worthy.

I know that I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she should be worthy. Is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me? I will die in it at the stake Thou.

Wast ever an obstinate, heretic in despite of beauty, and.

Never could maintain his part. But in the force of his will, that a.

Woman conceived me. I thank her that she brought me up. I likewise give her most humble thanks, but that I will have a reach sheheet winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle and an invisible baldric. 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.

I shall see thee ere I die, look pale with love.

With anger, with sickness, or hunger, My lord, not with love. Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking. Pick out mine eyes with the ballad maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel house for a sign of blind cupid.

Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

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 Adam.

Well as time shall try. In time, the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

The savage bull may. But if ever the sensible benedict 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.

If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn mad.

Nay, If Cupid hath nuts bent all his quiver in venus, thou wilt quake for this shortly I.

Look for an earthquake too.

Then well you will temporize with the hours in the meantime. Good signor Benedict, repair to Leonato's command, me to him and tell him I will not fail him at supper, For indeed he hath made great preparation.

I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage. And so I commit you to.

The tuition of God from my house if I had it the.

Sixth of July, your loving friend, Benedict.

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

You exit, my liege, Your highness, now may do me good.

My love is thine to teach teach it? But how and thou shalt see how apt it is to learn hard lesson that may do thee good.

Hath leonatto any son, my lord.

No child, but Hero, she's his only hear. Dost thou affect her?

Claudia, O, my lord, When you went onward on this ended action, I looked upon her with a soldier's eye that liked but had a rougher task in hand than to driving liking to the name of love. But now I am returned, and that war thoughts have left their places, vacant in their rooms, comes thronging, soft and delicate desires, all prompting me, how fair young hero is, saying I like to ear I went to wars.

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 and with her father, And thou shalt have her wast not to this In that thou beganst to twist so fine a story.

How sweetly you do, minister to love that no love's grief by his complexion. But less my liking might too sudden scene, I would have salved it with a longer treatise.

What need the bridge much broader than the flood. The fairest grant is the necessity. Look what will serve is fit tis once thou lovest, and I will fit thee with the remedy I know we shall have reveling 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 I will break, And the conclusion is

Excillant scene too. A room in Leonato's house. Enter Leonato and Antonio meeting.

Oh no, brother, where is my cousin? Your son hath he provided this music?

He is very busy about it. But brother, I can tell you strange news that you dreamt not of.

Are they good.

As the event stamps him? But they have a good cup. They show well outwork. The Prince and Count Claudia walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine. The Prince discovered the 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 top and instantly break with you of it.

Hath a fellow, any wit that told you this.

A good sharp fellow. I will send for him and question him yourself.

No, no, we will hold it as a dream till it appear itself. But I will acquaint my daughter with all 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. Oh, I crie you, mercy friend, Go you with me, and I will use your skill. Good cousin, have a care this busy time.

Excellent Scene three, another room in Leonardo's house. Enter Don John and Conrad.

What the good yea, my lord? Why you do not to measure sad.

There is no measure in the occasion that breeds. Therefore the sadness is without limit each tear.

Reason, And when I.

Have heard it, what blessings brings it?

If not a present, at least a patient sufferance?

I wonder that thou, being as thou sayest, thou art born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. 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 humor.

Yeah, you must not make full share of this till you may do it without controlment. You have a flat stood out against your brother, and he hath taken 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.

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 the do 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 plane dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog. Therefore, I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite. If I had

Can you make no use of your discontent?

I make all use of it, for I use it only who comes here?

Enter Barracchio?

What news, Baracchio?

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.

Will it serve for any model to build mischief on?

What is he?

For?

A fool that betrothed himself to unquietness?

Mary? It is your brother's right hand.

Who the most exquisite Claudio, even he a proper squire? And who and who which way looks he?

Mary?

On Hero the daughter and heir of Leonato, a.

Very forward march chick. And how came you to this?

Being entertained for a perfumer? As I was smoking a musty room, comes me the Prince in Claudio hand in hand, in sad conference. I whipped me behind the arras and there heard it agreed upon that the Prince should wool Hero for himself, and having obtained her, give her to Count Claudio.

Come, come, let us thither. This may prove food to my displeasure. That young startup hath all the glory of my overthrow. If I can cross him anyway, I will bless myself every way. You are both sure and.

Will assist me to the death.

My Lord, let us.

To the great supper. Their cheer is greater than I am subdued. Would the cook were of my mind? Shall we go to prove what's to be done?

We'll wait upon your lordship.

Exiant and of Act one, Act two, Scene one, a hall in Leonardo's house. Enter Leonatto, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice and others.

Was not Count John here at supper?

I saw him, not how tartly that gentleman looks. I never can see him, but I am heart burned an hour after.

He is of a very melancholy disposition.

You were an excellent man that were made just the midway between him and Benedict. The one is too like an image and says nothing, and the other two like my lady's eldest son.

Evermore taddling than half Signor Benedict's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy, and Senor Benedict's space.

With a good leg and a good foot uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world if he could get a good will by.

My troth niece, Thou wilt never get thee a husband. If thou be so shrewd of thy tongue he.

Bath he's too cursed, too cursed, is more than cursed. I shall lessen God's sending that way, For it is said God sends a curse cow short horns, but to a cow too cursed he sends none.

So by being too cursed, God will send you no.

Horns, just if he sends me no husband. For the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening. Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face. I'd rather lie in the woolen.

You may light on a husband that hath no beard.

What should I do with him? Dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting gentlewoman. He 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 ward and lead his apes into hell.

Well, then go you into hell, No, but.

To the gate, and there will the devil meet me like an old cuckold with horns on his head, and say, get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven. Here's no place for you maids. So I deliver up my apes and away to Saint. For the heavens. He shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long to hero.

Well, niece, I trust you will be ruled by your father.

Yes, faith, it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy and say father, as it please you. But yet for all that cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtesy and say father as it please me.

Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted.

With a husband, not till God makes men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered? With a piece of valiant dust to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl. No, Uncle al nan Adam's sons are my brethren, and truly I hold it a sin to match my kindred daughter.

Remember what I told you. If the Prince do solicit you in that kind you know your answer.

The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not wooed in good time, if the prince be too him, tell him there is measure in everything, and so dance out the answer for hear me, hero. Wooing, wedding and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a sank pace. The first sweet is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig, and full is fantastical. The wedding mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and

Cousin, you apprehend a passing shrewdely.

I have a good eye, Uncle, I can see a church by daylight.

The revelers are entering, Brother, make good.

Room, enter Don Pedro, Claudio Benedic Bofazar, Don, John Baraccio, Margaret Ursula, and others.

Masked lady, will you walk about with your friend?

So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing. I am yours for the walk, and especially when I.

Walk away with me and your company.

I may say so when I please, and when.

Please you to say so when.

I like your favor, for God defend the loot should be like the case.

My visor is phileman's roof within the house is Jove.

Why then your visor should be thatched.

Speak low. If you speak loud takes her aside.

Well, I would you did like me?

So would not I? For your own sake? For I have many ill qualities.

Which is one I say?

My prayer is aloud.

I love you the better. The hearers may cry, Amen.

God match me with a good dancer. Amen, and God keep him out of my sight. When the dance is done, Answer clerk.

No more words. The clerk is answered, I know you well enough.

You are, Senor Antonio. I am not I know you by the waggling of your head.

Nor to tell you true I counterfit him.

You could never do him so ill well unless you were the very man. Here's his dry hand? Up and down you were? He?

You were?

He at a word?

I am not.

Come.

Come?

Do you think I do not know you? By your excellent wit? Can virtue hide it? So go to mom? You are he Grace's will appear, and there's an end.

Will you not tell me who told you so?

No?

You shall pardon me.

Nor will you not tell me who you are? And not now that I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit? Out of the hundred merry tales. Well, this was Signor Benedict that said, so what's he? I'm sure you know him well enough?

Not, I believe me.

Did he never make you laugh?

I pray you? What is he?

Why? He is the Prince's jester, a very dull fool. Only his gift is in devising impossible slanders. None but Libertine's delight in him. And the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy, for he both pleases men and angers them, and then they laugh at him and beat him. I am sure he is in the fleet. I would he had boarded me.

When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say, do do?

But he'll break a comparison or two on me, which, peradventure not marked or laughed at, strikes him into melancholy. And then there's a partridge wing saved for the fool will eat no supper that night.

Music within.

We must follow the leaders.

In every good thing.

Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning dance.

Then exiant all but Don John, Baraccio and Claudio.

Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it. The ladies follow her, but one visor remains.

And that is Claudio. I know him by his bearing?

Are you not signor Benedick?

You know me well?

I am he Signor?

You are very near my brother in his love. He is enamored on Hero. I pray you dissuade him from her. She is no equal for his birth. You may do the part of an honest man in it.

How know you he loves her.

I heard him swear his affection.

So did I too, and he swore he would marry her to night.

Come let us to the banquet, Exiot, Don John, and Barraccio.

Thea's auntsaan name of Benedick. But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio tis certain. So the Prince vus for himself. French is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every I negotiate for itself and trust No agent for beauty is a witch against his charm's faith melted into blood. This

Come, will you go with me whither even to the next willow about your own business? Count, what fashion will you wear the garland of about your neck like a usurer's chain, or under your arms like a lieutenant's scarf. You must wear it one way. For the Prince hath got your hero.

I wish him joy of her.

Why that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell bullocks. But did you think the Prince would have served you? Thus?

I pray you leave me.

Ho now you strike like the blind man, twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.

If it will not be I'll leave you.

Exit alas poor hurt fowl. Now will he creep into but that my lady Beatrice should know me and not know me the Prince's fool. It may be I go under that title because I am merry yea, But so I am apt to do myself wrong. I am not so reputed. It is the base, the bitter disposition of Beatrice that puts the world into her person and so gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may re enter.

Don Pedro, now signor where's the count? Did you see him? Troth?

My lord, I have played the part of lady fame. I found him here, as melancholy as a lodge and a warren. I told him, and I think I told him true, that your grace had got the good will of this young lady. And I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped.

To be whipped? What's his fault?

The flat t friends gression of a schoolboy who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows at his companion and he steals it.

Wilt thou make a trust a transgression. The transgression is in the stealer.

Yet it had not been amiss. The rod had been made, and the garland too. For the garland he might have worn himself, and the rod he might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his bird's nest.

I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner.

If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, you say honestly.

The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you. The gentleman that danced with her told her, she is much wronged by you.

Oh, she misused me past the endurance of a block an oak, But with one green leaf on it would have answered her. My very visor began to assume life and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the Prince's jester, that I was duller than a great thaw, huddling jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting

Re Enter Claudio, Beatrice, Hero and Leonatto.

Look here she comes.

Will your grace command me any service to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand now to the antipodes that you can devise to send me on. I will fetch you a toothpicker, now from the furthest inch of Asia. Bring you the length of Prester John's foot. Fetch you a hair off the great chams beard. Do you any embassage to the pigmies rather than hold three words conference with this harpy.

You have no employment for me, none but to desire your good company.

Ugh, God, sir, here's a dish I love not I cannot endure, my lady, tongue exit.

Come, lady, Come, you have lost the heart of Signor.

Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile, and I gave him use for it, a double heart for a single one Mary once before he won it of me with false dice. Therefore, your grace may well say I have lost it.

You have put him down, Lady, you have put him down.

So I would not he should do to me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek.

Why, how now, Count? Wherefore are you sad?

Not sad? My lord?

How then sick?

Neither?

My lord?

The count is neither sad nor sick, nor marry nor well. But civil Count Civil is an orange and something of that jealous complexion.

If faith, lady, I think you're blazoned to be true, though I'll be sworn if he be so, his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair hero is won. I have broke with her father and his good will obtained name the day of marriage, and God give thee joy.

Count take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes. His grace hath made the match and all grace. Say amen to it.

Speak count tis your cue.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I weer but a little happy. If I could say, how much, lady, as you are mine, I am yours. Give away myself for you, and dote upon the exchange.

Speak, cousin, or if you cannot stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither.

In faith, Lady, you have a merry heart.

Yea, my lord, I thank it. Poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart.

And so she doth cousin, good Lord.

For a liance. Thus goes every one to the world, but I and I am sun burnt. I may sit in a corner and cry high ho for a husband.

Lady, Beatrice, I will get you one.

I would rather have one of your father's, getting hath your grace near a brother like you. Your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them, Will you have me, lady, No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days. Your grace is too costly to wear every day. But I beseech your grace pardon me. I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.

Your silence most defends me, and to be merry. Best become to you, For out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

No sure, my lord, my mother cried, But then there was a star danced, and under that I was born. Cousins, God give you joy.

Niece. Will you look to those things I told you of?

I cry you, mercy, uncle, by your grace's pardon.

Exit by my truth. A pleasant spirited lady.

There is little of the melancholy element in her, my lord. She is never sad, but when she sleeps, and not ever sad. Then, for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.

She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.

Oh, by no means she mocks all lures out of suit.

She were an excellent wife for Benedict.

Oh lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.

Count Claudio would mean you to go to church.

Tomorrow, my lord. Time goes on crouches to love have all his rights not.

Till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven night, and a time too brief too to have all things. Answer my mind.

Come, you shake your head at so long a breathing, But I warrant the claudio that time shall not go dully by us. I will, in the interim, undertake one of Hercules's labors, which is to bring Signor Benedict and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, the one with the other. I would fain have it a match, and I doubt not, but to fashion it if you three will minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.

My Lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten knights's watchings.

And I my Lord, and you too, gentle.

Hero, I will do any modest office, my Lord, to help my cousin to a good husband.

And Bennedicck is not the unhopefulest husband that I know. Thus far can I praise him. He is of noble strain, of approved valor and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to humor your cousin that she shall fall in love with Benedick and I, with your too, helps will so practice on Benedict that in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer. His glory shall be ours, for we

Drift exiant scene too. Another room in Leonato's house. Enter Don John and Baraccio.

It is so the Count Claudio shall marry the daughter of Leonardo.

Ye, my lord, but I can cross it any.

Bar any cross, any impediment will be medicinable to me. I am sick and displeasure to him, and whatsoever comes withthwart his affection ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage?

Not honestly, my Lord, but so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me?

Show me briefly how.

I think I told your lordship a year since, how much I am in the favor of Margaret, the waiting gentlewoman to Hero. I remember, I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber window.

What life is in that to be the death of this marriage, of.

That lies in you to temper. Go you to the Prince your brother spare not to tell him that he hath wronged his honor in marrying the renowned Claudio. Whose estimation do you mightily hold up to a contaminated stale such a one as Hero.

What proof shall I make of that.

Proof enough to misuse the Prince to vex Claudio, to undo Hero and cull Leonato. Look you for any other issue.

Only to despite them. I will endeavor anything.

Go then find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro in the count Claudio alone. Tell them that you know that Hero loves me, intending kind of zeal both to the Prince and Claudio, as in love of your brother's honor, who hath made this match and his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with the semblance of a maid that you have discovered. Thus they will scarcely believe this without trial. Offer them instances which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me at her

Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will put it in practice. Be cunning in the working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducts.

Be you constant in the accusation, and my cunning shall not shame me.

I will presently go learn their day of marriage.

Exit Scene three, Leonardo's garden. Enter Benedict boy, Enter a boy.

Signor in my chamber window lies a book. Bring it hither to me in the orchard.

I am here already, sir, I know.

That, but I would have thee Hence and here.

Again exit boy.

I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool, when he dedicates his behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies and others, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love. And such a man as Claudio I have known, when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife. And now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe, I have known when he would have walked ten mile afoot to see a good armor. And now will he lie ten nights

Enter Don Pedro, Leonato and Claudio, followed by Balthazar and musicians.

Come. Shall we hear this music?

Yea, my lord, how still the evening is has hushed on purpose to grace harmony.

See you where Benedict hath hid himself?

Oh very well, my lord, the music ended? Will fitch the kit fox with a penniworth.

Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song again.

Oh good, my lord, tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection. I pray thee sing, and let me woo no more?

Because you talk of wooing, I will sing, since many a word doth commence his suit to her. He thinks not worthy, yet he woos? Yet will he swear he loves?

Nay?

Pray thee come, or if thou wilt hold longer argument, do it? In notes?

Note this before my notes. There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

Why these are very crutchets, that he speaks notes, notes forsooth and nothing music.

Oh, now, divine air. Now is his soul ravished? Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hail souls out of men's bodies? Well, a horn for my money?

When all's done, bothas are sings.

Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more?

Men word deceivers, ever one foot in sea and one on shore to one thing constant never, Then sigh not so, but lead them and be you blithe than bonny, converting on your sounds of woe into hay on in no it?

Sing no more?

Did he sing no more of dumb, so dull and heavy The fraud of men was ever so, since Saler first was leavy. Then sigh not so, But let them go, and be you blithe than bonny, converting on your sounds of woe into hay ony.

On it.

By my troth a good.

Song and an ill singer, my lord.

Ha no no faith thou sing'st well enough for a shift aside.

And he had been a dog that should have howled, thus they would have hanged him. And I pray God his bad voice bowed no mischief. I had a leief of heard the night raven come? What playing could have come after it?

Yea, marry dost thou hear, Balthazar, I pray thee get us some excellent music for to morrow night. We would have it at the lady Hero's chamber window.

The best I can, my Lord do so.

Farewell, exiant Balthazar, and musicians, come.

Hither, Leonato, What was it you told me of to day that your niece Beatrice was in love with Signor Benedick.

Oh I aside to don pedro.

Stocon stocone the fowl sits. I did never think that lady would have loved any.

Man, No, nor I neither, but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signor Benedict, whom she hath in all outward behaviors seemed ever to abhore aside is possible?

Sits the wind in that corner.

By my troth my Lord, I cannot tell what to think of it, but that she loves him with an enraged affection. It is past the infinite of thought.

Maybe she doth but counterfeit faith like enough.

Oh God, counterfeit. There was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion as she discovers it.

Why what effects of passion show she?

Aside?

Face the hook? Well, this fish will bite.

What affects my lord? She will sit you. You heard my daughter tell you how she did.

Indeed how now I pray you you amaze me. I would have thought her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection.

I would have sworn it had my lord, especially against Benedict.

Aside, I should think this is a gull, but that the white bearded fellow speaks it knavery cannot sure hide itself in such reverence.

Aside, he hath taken the infection, hold it up?

Hath she made her affection known to Benedicck.

No, and swear she never will. That's her torment?

Tis true? Indeed, so your daughter says, shall I says she that has so often counted him with scorn, Write to him that I love him?

This says she, now when she is beginning to write to him, For she'll be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her smock till she have writ a sheet of paper. My daughter tells us all, now.

You talk of a sheet of paper, I remember, pretty jest your daughter told us of Oh.

When she had read it and was reading it over, she found Benedict and Beatrice between the sheet that Oh. She tore the letter into a thousand halfpence, railed at herself that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew what flowed her. I measure him, says she, by my own spirit, for I should flout him if he writ to me, yea, though I love him, I.

Should Then down upon her knee, she falls, weeps, sobs, beats a heart, tears a hair, praise, curses. Oh, sweet Benaderic, God give me patience.

She doth indeed, my daughter says so. And the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, that my daughter is sometimes a feared she will do a desperate outrage to herself.

It is very true, it were good that Benedict knew of it by some other. If she will not discover it, to what end he would.

But make a sport of it, until meant the poor lady worse, and.

He should it were an alms to hang him. She's an excellent sweet lady, and out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

And she is exceedingly wise.

In everything, but in loving benedickt.

Oh, my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body. We have ten proofs to one that blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her as I have just cause, being her uncle and her.

Guardian, I would she had bestowed this dotage on me. I would have daffed all other respects and made her half myself. I pray you tell Bennedeck of it, and hear what he will say, were it good?

Thank you?

He think surely she will die, for she says she will die if he love her not, and she will die ere she may have love known, and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed crossness.

She doth well if she should make tender of her love, tis very possible he'll scorn it. For the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit.

He is a very proper man.

He hath indeed a good outward happiness.

For God, and in my mind, very wise.

He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit.

And I take him to be valiant 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 undertakes them with a most christian like fear.

If he do fear God, I must necessarily keep peace. If he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

And so will he do. For the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jests, he will make well. I am sorry for your niece. Shall we go seek Bennedicck and tell him of her love?

Never tell him, my lord? Let her wear it out with good counsel.

Nay, that's impossible. She may wear her heart out first.

Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter. Let it cool the while. I love Bennedicck well, and wish he would modestly examine himself to see how much he is unworthy. So good a lady, my lord, will you walk?

Dinner is ready aside?

If he do not do it on her. Upon this I will never trust my expect aside.

Let there be the same net spread for her, And that must your daughter and her gentlewoman carry. The sport will be when they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter. That's the scene I would see, which will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner.

Exitant, Don Pedro, Claudio and Leonato advancing from the arbor.

This can be no trick. The conference was sadly born. They have the truth of this from a hero. They seem to pity the lady. It seems her affections have their full bent. Love me, why it must be requited? I hear how I am censured. They say, I will bear myself proudly if I perceive the love come from her. They say too, that she will rather die than give any any sign of affection. I did never think to marry. I must not seem proud. Happy are they that hear

Enter Beatrice, against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.

Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.

I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me. If it had been painful, I would not have come.

You take pleasure, then in the message.

Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point and choke a doll withal you have no stomach signor fare you well exit.

Ha against my will, I am sent to bid you come into dinner. There's a double meaning in that I took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank me. That's as much as to say. Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks. If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain. If I do not love her, I am a jew. I will go get her picture.

Exit end of Act two, Act three, Scene one, Leonardo's garden. Enter Hero, Margaret and Ursula.

Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor. There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice proposing with the prince, and Claudio whisper her ear and tell her. I and Ursula walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse is all of her. Say that thou overheard's dust and bid her steal into the pleached bower where honeysuckles ripened by the sun. Forbid the son to enter, like favorites made proud by princes that advance their pride against the power that bread it.

I'll make her come.

I warrant you presently exit.

Now, Ursula. When Beatrice stuff come as we do, trace this alley up and down. Our talk must be only of Benedict. When I do name him, let it be thy part to praise him more than ever man did merit. My talk to thee must be how Benneddick is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter as little Cupid's crafty arrow made that only wounds by hearsay.

Enter Beatrice behind.

Now begin, for look where Beatrice, like a lap wing, runs close by the ground to hear our conference.

The pleasant angling is to see the fish cut with her golden oars the silver stream, and greedily devour the treacherous bait. So angle we for Beatrice, who even now is couched in the wood wine cobrature. Fear you not my part of the dialog.

Then we go near her, that her ear lose nothing of the full sweet bait.

That we lay for it.

They advance to the bower.

No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful. I know her spirits are as coy and wild as haggards of the rock.

But are you sure that Benedict loves Beatrice so entirely?

So says the Prince, and my new troth at lord.

And did they bid you tell her of it? Madam?

They did entreat me to acquaint her of it. But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedict, to wish him wrestle with affection, and never to let Beatrice know of it.

Why did you so dot? Not the gentleman deserve as full as fortune in a bed, as ever Beatrice shall couch upon, Oh.

God of love, I know he doth deserve as much as may be yielded to a man. But nature never framed a woman's heart of proudest stuff than that of Beatrice. Disdain and scorn rides sparkling in her eyes, misprising what they look on, and her wit values itself so highly that to her all matter el seems weak. She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project of affection. She is so self endeared.

Sure I think so, And therefore certainly it were not good. She knew his love, lest she make sport at it?

Why you speak truth? I never yet saw man, how wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured, But she would spell him backward. If their face, she would swear the gentleman should be her sister. If black, why nature drawing of an antic made a foul blot, if tall a lance ill headed, if low an egg gate very vilely cut. If speaking, why a vein blown with all winds? If silent,

Sure, sure such carping is not commendable.

No, not to be so odd, and from all fashions as Beatrice's cannot be commendable. But who dared tell her? So? If I should speak, she would mock me into air. Oh, she would laugh me out of myself, press me to death with wit. Therefore, let Benedict, like covered fire, consume away in size waste inwardly, it were a better death than die with mocks, which is as bad as die with tickling.

Yet tell her of it, hear what she will say.

No, Rather, I will go to Benedict and counsel him to fight against his passion. And truly ou devise some honest slanders to stay my cousin with one. Doth not know how much an ill word may im poison liking.

Oh, do not your cousin such a wrong? She cannot be so much without true judgment, having so swift and excellent a wit as she is prized to have, as to refuse so rare a gentleman. As Signor Benedict, he.

Is the only man of Italy always accepted.

My dear Claudia, I pray you be not angry with me, Madam, speaking my fancy. Senor Benedict for shape, for bearing argument and valor goes foremost in report through Italy.

Indeed he hath an excellent good name.

His excellence did earn it where he had it. When are you married, madam?

Why every day tomorrow? Come go in. I'll show thee summertias and have thy counsel, which is the best to furnish me Tomorrow.

She is limed, I warrant you we have caught her, Madam.

If it proves so, then loving goes by haaps, some cubid kills with arrows, some with.

Traps, exant hero and ursula advancing.

What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemned for pride and scorn, so much contempt, farewell and maiden pride, adieu. No glory lives behind the back of such and Benedict. Love on. I will requite thee, taming my wild heart to thy loving hand. If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite THEE to bind our loves up in a holy band. For others say thou dost deserve, And I believe it better than reportingly, exit.

Too a room in Leonato's house. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedict, and Leonato.

I do, but stay till your marriage be consummate, and then I go toward Arragon.

I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe me.

Nay, that would be as great as soil in the new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child his new coat and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold with Benedict for his company. For from the crown of his head to the soul of his foot, he is all mirth. He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him. He hath the heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper. For what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks gallants.

I am not as I have.

Been, so say I methinks you are saddern I.

Hope you be in love.

Hang him truant there's no true drop of blood in him to be truly touched with love. If he be sad he wants money, I have the toothache, draw it, hang it.

You must hang it first and draw it afterwards.

What sigh for the toothache?

Where is but a humor or a worm?

Well? Everyone can master of grief, but he that has.

It yet say I he is in love.

There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath too strange disguises as to be a Dutchman to day, a Frenchman tomorrow, or in the shape of two countries at once, as a German from the waist downward all slops, and a Spaniard from the hip upward. No doublet unless he have a fancy to this foolery as it appears he hath. He is no fool for fancy, as you would have it appear.

He is if he be not in love with some woman. There is no believing old signs. It brushes his hat in mornings that boat.

Hath any man seen him at the barber's No.

But the baba's man hath been seen with him? And the old ornament of his cheek hath already stuffed tennis balls.

Indeed, he looks younger than he did by the loss of a beard.

Nay, rubs himself with civet. Can you smell him out by that?

That's as much as to say the sweet Heath's in love.

The greatest note of it is his melancholy.

And when was he one to wash his face yea.

Or to paint himself for the witch? I hear what they say of him.

Nay, but his jesting spirit, which is now crept into lutestring and new governed by stops.

Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude, conclude he is in love?

Nay, But I know who loves him?

That I would know too. I warrant one that knows him not yes.

And his ill conditions, and despite of all dies for him, she.

Shall be buried with her face upwards.

Yet is this no charm for the toothache old segnor walk aside with me? I have studied eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which these hobby horses must not hear.

Exeant, Benedict, and Leonato.

For my life to break with him about Beatrice.

Tis even so Hero and Margaret hope by this played their part with Beatrice, and then the two hearts will not bite one another when they meet.

Enter Don John, my lord and brother, God save you, good den brother, if your.

Leisure served, I would speak with you in private.

If it please you.

Yet, Count Claudio may hear, for what I would speak of concerns him.

What's the matter?

To Claudio means your.

Lordship to be married tomorrow?

You know he does?

I know not that when he knows what I know.

If there be any impediment, I pray you discover it.

You may think I love you.

You not let that appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now will manifest. For my brother, I think he holds you well, and in dearness of heart, hath hoped to affect your ensuing marriage. Surely suit ill spent and labor ill bestowed.

Why what's the matter?

I came hither to tell you? And circumstances shortened, for she has been too long a talking of the lady is disloyal?

Who hero?

Even she Leonarto's hero, your hero, every man's.

Hero, disloyal?

The words too good to paint out her wickedness. I could say she were worse. Think you of a worse title than I will fit her to it? Wonder not till further warrant go but with me Tonight you shall see her chamber window entered even the night before her wedding day. If you love her, then tomorrow wed her. But it would be better fit your honor to change your mind.

May this be so?

I will not think.

It if you dare not trust that you see, confess not that you know. If you will follow me, I will show you enough. And when you have seen more and heard more, proceed accordingly.

If I see anything tonight, why I should not marry her tomorrow in the congregation where I shall wed, there will I shame her?

And as I wood for THEE to obtain her, I will join with THEE to disgrace her.

I will disparage her no farther till you are my witnesses. Bear it coldly, but till midnight, and let the issue show itself.

Oh day untowardly turned.

Nor misty strangely thwarting, Oh plague right well prevented.

So will you say, And you have seen the.

Sequel exeant scene three, A street enter dog Mary and verges with the watch.

Are you good men and true yea or else it to a pity. But they should suffer salvation body and soul.

Nay, that were a punishment too good for them. If they should have any allegiance in them being chosen for the Prince's watch.

Well give them their charge. Neighbor dog Betty.

First, who think you the most desertless man to be constable?

Here? Ojcake, sir, or George Secul, so they can write and read?

Come hither, neighbor Secall. God hath blessed you with a good name to be a well favored man as a gift of fortune. But to write and read comes by.

Nature, both which Master Constable you have.

I knew it would be your answer. Well for your favor, sir, why give God thanks and make no boast of it. And for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man to be the constable of the war. Therefore bear you the lantern. This is your charge. You shall comprehend all vagram men. You are to bid any man stand in the Prince's name.

How if it will not stand.

Why then take no note of him, But let him go, and presently call the rest of the watch together, And thank god you are rid of a nave.

If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none of the Prince's subjects true.

And they are to meddle with none but the Prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets, for for the watch to babble and to talk is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

We will rather sleep than talk. We know what belongs to a watch.

Why you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman, For I cannot see how sleeping should offend. Only have a care that your bills be not stolen. But you are to call at all the ale houses and bid those that are drunk to get them to bed.

How if they will not, why then let.

Them alone to their sober If they make you not, then the better answer you may say, they are not the man you took them for.

Well, sir, if you meet a thief.

You may suspect him, by virtue of your office, to be no true man. And for such kind of men, the less you meddle or make with them, why the more is for your honesty.

If we know him to be a thief. Shall we not lay hands on him?

Truly?

By your office you may, but I think they the touch pitch will be defiled. The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

You have always been called a merciful man, partner.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call to the nurse and bid us do it.

How if the nurse be asleep and will not hear us.

Why then depart in peace and let the child wake her with crying. For the you that will not hear her lamb when it bas will never answer a calf when he bleats.

Tis very true.

This is the end of the charge. You constable are to present the prince's own person. If you meet the Prince in the night, may.

Stay him, neighbor, lady that I think I cannot.

Five shillings to one on with any man that knows the statutes. He may stay him, marry not without the prince be willing. For indeed, the watch out to offend no man. And it is an offense to say a man against.

His will by lady. I think it'd be so.

Ha ha, Well masters, good night, and there be any matter of weight chances call up me. Keep your fellow's counsels and your own, and good night, come neighbor.

Hm, well, masters, we hear our charge. Hey, let's go sit here upon the church bench till two for you all to bird.

One word more, honest neighbors. I pray you watch about Signor Leonardo's door, for the wedding being there tomorrow. There is a great coil. Tonight, Adieu be vigetant.

I beseech you exityant Dogberry and verges enter Baraccio and Conrad.

What Conrad aside? Peace Stiller, Conrad, I.

Say, here, man, I am at the elbow.

Mass, and my elbow ititched. I thought there would a scab follow.

Oh wellod an answer for that, and now forward with ditail.

Stanley close then under this penthouse for at drizzle's rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to.

Thee aside some trees.

Therefore no I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats.

Is it possible that any villain, they should be so dear.

Thou shouldst rather ask if it were possible, any villainy should be so rich. For when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.

I wonder at it?

That shows thou art unconfirmed. Thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet or a hat or a cloak is nothing to a man? Yes it is, I mean the fashion.

Yes, the fashion is the fashion tush.

I may as well say the fool's the fool. But seest thou not what a defornt deep this fashion is?

Aside, there has been a final faith this seven years that goes up and down like that, gentleman.

I remember, didst thou not hear somebody?

No, twas the vein on the house.

Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is? How giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five and thirty, sometimes fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the Riccy painting, sometime like god Bell's priests in the old church window, sometime like the shaven Hercules and the smirched, worm eaten tapestry, where his cod piece seems as massy as his club.

All this I see, and I see that the fashion wears how more than the man. But art thou not thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out thy tale into telling me of the fashion.

Not so neither. But know that I have tonight wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman by the name of Hero. She leans me out at her mistress chamber window, bids me a thousand times good night. I tell this tale vilely. I should first tell thee how the Prince, Claudio and my master planted and placed and possessed by my master. Don John saw afar offrom the orchard this amiable encounter.

And thought stain Margaret was hearing two of.

Them, did the Prince and Claudio, But the devil my master knew she was Margaret, and partly by his oaths which first possessed them, partly by the dark Knight, which did deceive them, but chiefly by my villainy, which did confirm any slander that Don John had made away. Went Claudio, enraged, swore he would meet her as he was appointed next morning at the temple, and there before the whole congregation, shame her with what he saw, or knight, and send her home again without a husband.

We tired you in the Prince's name.

Stand call up the right master Constable. We have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lettery that was ever known in the Commonwealth.

And one deformed is one of them. I know him.

W's lock.

Masters, Masters, you will be made bring deformed for it.

I warrant you, masters, never speak, we charge you, let us obey you to go with us.

We are like to prove a goodly commodity being taken up of these men's bills.

A commodity in question. I warrant you come. We'll obey you.

Exitent scene for a room in Leonardo's house. Inter hero Margaret and Ursula.

Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice and desire her to rise.

I will, lady and bid her come hither well.

Exit Troth.

I think your other Roboto were better.

No pratty, good Meg, I'll wear this by.

My Troth's not so good, and I warrant your cousin will say so.

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another. I'll wear none but this.

I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought, and your gown's a most rare fashion, If faith I saw the Duchess of Milan's gown, that they pray.

So oh, that exceeds they say, by my troths.

But a night gown in respect of yours, cloth of gold and cuts and laced with silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, sides, leeves, and skirts around underborn with a blush tinsel. But for a fine, quaint, graceful and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten.

Aunt, God, give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy.

Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man shy upon thee, not not ashamed of what, lady of speaking honorably? Is not marriage honorable in a beggar? Is not your lord honorable without marriage? I think you would have me say, saving your reverence a husband and bad thinking do not rest true speaking. I'll offend nobody. Is there any harm in the heavier for a husband, none, I think, And it be the right husband and the

Morrow, Couz good morrow, sweet hero.

Why how now do you speak in the sick tune?

I am out of all other tune.

Methinks, Oh claps into light, O love that goes without a burden? Do you sing it? And I'll dance it?

Ye, light of love with your heels. Then if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall lack no barns.

Oh illegitimate construction. I scorn that with my heels.

Tis almost five o'clock, cousin, tis time you were ready by my truth. I am exceedingly ill high ho.

For a hawk, a horse, or a husband.

For the letter that begins them all?

H Well, an you be not turned to turk? There's no more sailing by the star.

What means the fool trow nothing?

I but God send everyone their heart's desire.

These gloves the count sent me. They are an excellent perfume.

I am stuffed, cousin. I cannot smell a maid and stuffed.

There's goodly catching of cold.

Oh God help me, God help me. How long have you professed apprehension?

Ever since you left it? Doth not my wit become me?

Rarely?

It is not seen enough. You should wear it in your cap by my troth, I am sick.

I get you some of this distilled carduce, Benedictus, and lay it to your heart. It is the only thing for a qualm.

There thou prickst he with a thistle.

Benedictus, Why, Benedictus, you have some moral in this, Benedictus.

Moral No, by my troth, I have no moral meaning. I meant plain homely thistle. You may think, perchance that I think you are in love. Nay, by your lady, I'm not such a fool to think I list, nor I list not to think what I can, nor indeed I cannot think if I would think my heart out of thinking that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can.

Be in love.

Yet benedict was such another, and now is he become a man. He swore he would never marry, and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging. And how you may be converted, I know not, But methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.

What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?

Not a false gallop?

Re enter ursula, madam, withdraw the Prince, the count signor benedict John, John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church.

Help me to dress good, cousin good, make good Ursula Exiant.

Scene five, another room in Leonato's house. Enter Leonato and Dogberry and Verges.

What would you with me, honest neighbor Mary, Sir, I would have some confidence with you that discerns you nearly brief.

I pray you for you. See, it is a busy time with me, Mary.

This it is, sir, Yes, in truth it is, sir.

What is it?

My good friends, good man Vergis, Sir speaks a little off the matter. An old man, Sir, and his wits air not so blunt as God help I would desire they were, But in faith honest is the skin between his brows.

Yes, I thank God. I am as honest as any man living that is an old man, and no honest do than I.

Comparisons are odorous palabras.

Neighbor Vergis, Neighbors, you are tedious.

It pleases your worship to say so. But we are the poor Duke's officers. But truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow all of it upon your worship, all thy tediousness on me ha yea, and twere a thousand pounds more than tis. For I hear as good exclamation on your worship as of any man in the city. And though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it, and.

So am I.

I would fain know what you have to say.

Mary, Sir, I watch tonight accepting your worship's presence had taken a couple of them, as added knaves, as any a messina.

A good old man, Sir, he will be talking, as they say when the age is in, the wit is out, God help us. It is a world to see what said. If faith neighbor verges, well, God's a good man, and two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind an honest soul. If faith, sir, by my trophy is has ever broke bread. But God is to be worshiped. All men are not alike alas good neighbor.

Indeed, neighbor he comes too short.

Of you gifts that God gives. I must leave you one word, sir, our watch, sir, have indeed comprehended two auspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship.

Take their examination yourself and bring it to me. I am now in great haste, as may appear unto you.

It shall be suffrageance.

Drink some wine. Here you go very well.

Enter a messenger, my lord.

They stay for you to give your daughter to her husband.

I'll wait them. I am ready excitant.

Leonato and messenger.

Go good partner, Go get you to Francis Siccoal. Bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the jail. We are now to examination these men.

And we must do it wisely.

We will spare for no wit. I warrant you here's that shall drive some of them to a non com only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication and meet me at the jail Exciant.

End of Act three, Act four, Scene one, the inside of a church. Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar Francis, Claudio, Benedict, Hero, Beatrice, et cetera.

Come, Friar Francis, be brief only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.

You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady.

No, to be.

Married to her. Friar, you come to marry her.

Lady, You come hither to be married to this count? I do if either of you know any inward impediment, why you should not be conjoined? I charge you on your souls to utter it.

Know you any hero?

None, my Lord, know you any count?

I dare make his answer none?

Oh what man dare do? What man may do? What man daily do? Not knowing what they do?

How now interjections, why then some be of laughing?

As ha ha he Stanley, by friar father, by your leave, will you, with free and unconstrained soul, give me this maid, your.

Daughter, as freely son as God did give her me?

And what if I to give you back? Whose worth may counterpoise his rich and precious gift?

Nothing unless you render her again?

Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness, Dear Leonato, take her back again, Give not this rotten orange to your friend. She'd put the sign and semblance of her honor the hold hell like a maid. She blushes here. Oh what authority and show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal comes? Not that blood as modest evidence to witness simple virtue? Would you not swear all you that see her that she were a maid by these exterior shows. But she is none. She knows the heat of a

What do you mean, my lord.

Not to be married? Not in it my soul to an approved wanton dear, my.

Lord, if you, in your own proof, have vanquished the resistance of her youth and made defeat of her virginity, I.

Know what you would say if I have known her, you will say she'd embrace me as a husband, and so extenuate the forehand. Sin No, Leonato, I never tempted her with word too large, but as a brother to his sister, showed bashful sincerity and comely love.

And seemed I ever otherwise to you.

Out on thee seeming, I will write against it. You seem to me as Diana in her orb as chaste, as is the bud ere it be blown. But you are more in temperate in your blood than venus, all those permbaned animals at rage in savage sensuality?

Is my lord? Well that he does speak so.

Wide, sweet prince? Why speak not you?

What should I speak? I stand dishonored that have gone about to link my dear friend to a common stale.

Are these things spoken? Or do I but dream sir?

They are spoken? And these things are true?

This looks not like a nupshial.

True, Oh God, Leonardo, stand I hear? Is this the prince?

Is this?

The Prince's brother?

Is this face?

Heroes? Our eyes, our own all?

This is so? But what of this? My lord?

Let me but move one question to your daughter, and by that fatherly, unkindly power that you have in her bitter answer truly, I.

Charge thee do so as thou art, by child?

Oh God, how am I beset? What kind of catechising call you this?

To make you answer truly to your name?

Is it not Hero who can blot that name with any just reproach Mary?

That can Hero? Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue? What man was he talked to you yesternight out at your window betwixt twelve and one? Now, if you're a maid? Answer to this?

I talked with no man at that, Oh my lord, why then you are no maiden? Leonardo? I am sorry. You must hear upon my honor, myself, my brother, and this grieved count did see her hear her at that hour last night? Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window, who hath indeed like a most liberal villain, confessed the vile encounters they have had a thousand times in secret cy cy.

They are not to be named, my lord, not to be spoke of. There is not chastity enough in language without offense to utter them. Thus, pretty lady, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment, O.

Hero, What a hero hadst thou been if half thy outward graces had been placed about thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart. But fare thee well, most foul, most fair, farewell by pure and piety and impious purity for thee. I'll lock up all the gates of love, and on my eyelids shall conjecture hang to turn all beauty to thoughts of harm, And never shall it more be gracious?

Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?

Hero swooned, Why how now, cousin, wherefore sink you down?

Come?

Let us go?

These things come thus to light smother her spirits.

Up Exiyot, Don Pedro, Don John and Claudio?

How doth the lady dead?

I think? Help uncle Hero?

Why Hero?

Uncle Senor Benedict friar Oh.

Fate take not away thy heavy hand. Death is the fairest cover for her shame that may be wished for.

How now, cousin, Hero have comfort?

Lady, dost thou look up yea?

Wherefore should she not?

Wherefore why does not every earthly thing cry shame upon her? Could she here deny the story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero, Do not open thine eyes? For did I think thou wouldst not die quickly? Thought I thy spirit were stronger than my shames? Myself would on the rear of reproaches strike at thy life? Grieved I I had but one chied aye for that at frugal nature's frame, Oh, one too much by thee? Why had I won? Why ever wast thou lovely in mine eyes?

Sir, sir, be patient for my part. I am so attired in wonder. I know not what to say.

Oh, on my soul. My cousin is.

Belied, lady, were you her bedfellow last night?

No, truly not, although until last night I have this twelvemonth than her bedfellow confirmed.

Confirmed. Oh, that is stronger made which was before barred up with the ribs of iron. Would the two princes Lie and Claudial Lie, who loved her so that speaking of her foulness, washed it with tears. Hence from her let her die.

Hear me a little, for I have only been silent so long, and given way unto this course of fortune. By noting of the lady, I have marked a thousand blushing apparitions to start into her face, a thousand innocent shames in angel whiteness, bear away those blushes, And in her eye there hath appeared a fire to burn the errors that these princes hold against her maiden truth, Call me a fool Trust not my reading nor my observations, which, with experimental seal doth warrant the tenure.

Of my book.

Trust not my age, my reverence, calling, nor divinity. If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here under some biting error.

Friar, it cannot be thou seest that all the grace that she loved is that she will not add to her damnation of sin, of perjury denies it. Why seekest thou then to cover with excuse that which appears in proper nakedness?

Lady? What man is he you are accused of?

They know that, do accuse me?

I know none.

If I know more of any man alive than.

That which maiden modesty doth warrant.

Let all my sins lack mercy, Oh, my father, prove you that any man with me conversed at ours unmeet, or that I yester night maintained the change of words with any creature, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.

There is some strange misprison in the princes.

Two of them have the very bent of honor, And if their wisdoms be misled in this, the practice of it lives in John the bastard, whose spirits, toil and frame of villanies.

I know not if they speak, but truth of her. These hands shall tear her if they wrong her honor. The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this butt of mine, nor age so eat up my invention, nor fortune made such havoc of my means, nor my bad life. Refit me so much of my friends. But they shall find awaked in such a kind both strength of limb and policy of mind, ability and means, and a choice of friends, to quit me of them thoroughly.

Pouse a while, and let my counsel sway you. In this case, your daughter here the princes left for dead, Let her a while be secretly kept in, and publish it that she is dead. Indeed, maintain a mourning ostentation, And on your family's old monument hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rights that appertain unto a burial.

What shall become of this? What will this do?

Marry this well carried? Shall on her behalf change slander to remorse? That is some good, But not for that dream I on this strange course, but on this travail, look for greater birth. She dying, as it must be so maintained upon the instant that she was accused, shall be lamented, pitied, and excused of every hearer. For it so falls out that what we have we prize not to the worth whiles we enjoy it, But being lacked

Senor Leonatto, let the Friar advise you. And though you know my inwardness and love is very much unto the Prince and Claudio, Yet by mine, honor, I will deal in this as secretly and justly as your soul should.

With your being, that I flow in grief, the smallest twine may.

Lead me tis well consented presently away for to strange sores. Strangely they strain the cure. Come, lady, die to live? This wedding day perhaps is but prolonged. Have patience and endure.

Exitant, Friar Hero and Leonatto.

Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?

Yea, and I will weep a while longer. I will not desire that you have no reason. I do it freely.

Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.

Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her?

Is there any way to show such friendship?

A very even way? But no such friend.

May a man do it?

It is a man's office, but not yours.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you.

Is not that strange, as strange as the thing I know. Not it were possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you. But believe me not. And yet I lie not. I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest.

Me, do not swear by it and eat it.

I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

You will not eat your word with no.

Sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love THEE.

Why then, God forgive me what offense? Sweet Beatrice, you have stayed me in a happy hour. I was about to protest I loved.

You, and do it with all thy heart.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

Come bid me do anything for THEE.

Kill Claudio, ha, not for the wide world. You kill me to deny it.

Farewell Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go. Beatrice in faith, I will go.

Will be friends first.

You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine?

Enemy is Claudio thine enemy?

Is he not approved in the height of villain, that hath slandered, scorn, dishonored my kinswoman, Oh that I were a man? What bear her in hand until they come to take hands? And then with public accusation, uncovered, slander, unmitigated rancor, O God, that I were a man, I would eat his heart in the market place, hear me Beatrice talk with a man out at a window, a proper saying nay.

But Beatrice, sweet.

Hero, she is wronged, she is slandered, She is undone, a be it princes and county is surely a princely testimony, a good count confect, a sweet gallant. Surely, Oh that I were a man for his sake, or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake. But manhood is melted into curses, valor into compliment, and manna only turned into tongue and trim one's too. He is now as valiant as Hercules. That only tells a

Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand I love thee.

Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

Thank you in your soul. The Count Claudio hath wronged hero.

Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.

Enough, I am engaged. I will challenge him. I will kiss your hand, and so leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear as you hear of me, so think of me. Go comfort your cousin. I must say she is dead, and so farewell.

Exiant scene to a prison, enter Dogberry, Verges and sexton in gowns and the watch with Conrad and Barraccio.

Is our whole assembly appeared?

Or a stool and a cushion for the sexton?

Which be the malefactors?

Mary?

That am I and my partner?

Nay, that's certain. We have the exhibition to examine.

But which are the offenders that are to be examined? Let them come before Master Constable.

Yay, Mary, Let them come before me. What is your name, friend, Barracchio, pray, write down Barraccio yours, Sirrah, I'm a gentleman, sir my name is Conrad. Write down, Master, gentleman Conrad, do you serve God?

Yea, Sir, we hope.

Write down that they hope they serve God, and write God first, for God defend. But God should go before such villains. Masters. It has proved already that you are a little better than false knaves, and it will go near to be thought. So shortly, how answer you for yourselves?

Marry, sir, we say we are none.

A marvelous witty fellow, I assure you, but I will go about with him. Come you hither, Sarah, a word in your ear. Sir, I say to you it is thought you are false knaves.

Sir, I say to you we are none.

Well stand aside for God. They are both in a tale. Have you write down that they are none?

Master Constable, you go not the way to examine. You must call forth the watch that are their accusers.

Yay, Mary, that's the eftist way. Let the watch come forth, Masters, I charge you in the Prince's name, accuse these men.

This man said, Sir that Don Jong, the Prince's brother, was a villain.

Write down, Prince John a villain? Why this is flat perjury? Call the Prince's brother, villain, Master Constable, pray thee, fellow peace, I do not like thy. Look, I promise thee.

What heard you him say?

Else?

Mary, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully.

Flat burglary as ever was committed.

What else, Fellow, and that Count Claudio did mean upon his words to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly and not to marry her.

Oh, villain, thou shalt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this?

What else?

This is all?

And this is more masters than you can deny. Prince John, is this morning secretly stolen away? Hero was in this manner, accused in this manner, refused, and upon grief of this, suddenly died. Master Constable, Let these men be bound in bratto Leonado's. I will go before and show him their examination.

Exit.

Come, let them be opinioned.

Let them be in the hands of Coxir.

God's my life. Where's the sexton? Let him write down the Prince's officer, Coxcomb. Come bind them. Thou naughty bollot Away, you are an ass.

You are an ass.

Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years. Oh that he were here to write me down an ass. But masters, remember that I am an ass, though it be not written down. Yet, forget not that I am an ass. No thou villain, Thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow, And which is more an officer, and which is more a householder, and which is more as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina. And one that knows the law go to. And a

And of Act four, Act five, seene one, before Leonato's house, Enter Leonato and Antonio.

If you go on thus, you will kill yourself. It is not wisdom thus to second grief against yourself.

I praythee see side. Counsel which falls into mine ears as profitestless as water in the siev. Give not me counsel, nor let no comforter delight mine ear. But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine, bring me a father that so loved his child, whose joy of her is so overwhelmed like mine. And bid him speak to me of patience, measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, and let it answer every strain for strain, as thus for thus, and such a grief for such

Therein do men from children, nothing differ.

I pray thee peace. I will be flesh and blood. For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently. However they have writ this style of God's and made a push at chance and sufferance it.

Then not all the harm upon yourself. Make those that do a thing you suffer too.

There thou speakest reason, nay, I will do so. My soul doth tell me. Hero is belied, and that shall Audio. No, so shall the Prince and all of them that thus dishonor her.

Here comes to Prince and Claudio hastily.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.

Good Den, good Den.

Good day to both of you.

Hear you, my lords.

We have some haste Leonatto.

Some haste, my lord? Well fare you well, my lord? Are you so hasty? Now? Well? All is one?

Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man, if he.

Could right himself with quarreling, some of us would lie.

Low who wrongs him?

Marry Thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, Thou nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword. I fear thee, not.

Marry beshrew my hand if it should give your aise such cause of fear in faith, my hand been nothing to my sword.

Toush touch man, never flear and jest at me. I speak not like a daughter, nor a fool, as under privilege of age to brag what I have done being young, or what would do were I not old, No claudio to thy head. Thou hast so wronged mine innocent child and me that I am forced to lay my reverence by and with gray hairs and brews of many days, a due challenge, thee to trial of a man. I say,

I say you say not, right, old man, my lord, my.

Lord, I'll prove it on his body, if he dare, despite his nice fence and his active practice, his may of youth and bloom of lustihood.

A way I will not have to do with you.

Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast killed my child if thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.

He shall kill two of us and men indeed, but that's no matter. Let him kill one first when being where me, let you man me Come follow me, boy, Come, sir boy, Come follow me, sir boy, I'll whip you from your pointing bench. Nay, as I'm a gentleman, I will brother content yourself. God knows I love mindies and she is dead. Slander to death by villains that dare as well as answer a man, indeed, as I dare take a serpent by the tongue boys.

Apes, braggets, jack's milk SOPs, Brother Anthony, hold your content, what man I know them, yeay, and what they weigh even to the utmost scruple scambling, out facing fashion monging boys that lie and cog and flout, deprave and slander, go antickly, show outward hideousness and speak of half a dozen dangerous words.

How they might hurt their enemies if they durst. And this is all, but Brother Anthony, come tis no man, Do not you meddle.

Let me deal in this gentlemen, both we will not wake your patience. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death. But on my honor she was charged with nothing but what was true and very full of proof. My Lord, my lord, I will not hear you no.

Come brother away, I will be heard and shall or some of us will smart for it.

Exitant Leonato and Antonio enter Benedict.

See see here comes the man we went to seek.

Now signor what news?

Good day, my lord?

Welcome signor you are almost come to part.

Almost afraid we had like to have had out two noses snapped off with two old men without.

Teeth Leonato and his brother. What think'st thou had we fought? I doubt we should have been too young for them.

In a false squirrel. There is no true valor. I came to seek you both.

We have been up and down to seek THEE, for we are high proof, melancholy, and would fain of it beaten away? Wilt thou use thy wit?

It is in my scabbard. Shall I draw it?

Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?

Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid THEE draw as we do. The minstrels traw to pleasure us.

As I am an honest man. He looks pale. Art Thou sick or angry?

What courage man? What thou care killed a cat? Thou wast metal enough in thee to kill care?

Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you charge it against me. I pray you choose another subject, and nay.

Then give him another staff. This last was broke cross.

By this light. He changes more and more. I think ye be angry.

Indeed, if he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.

Shall I speak a word in your ear?

God bless me from a challenge aside to Claudio.

You are a villain. I jest not. I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare, do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear from you.

Well, I will meet you so I may have good cheer.

What a feast? A feast?

I faith I thank him He hath bid me to a calf's head and a cap on the witch. If I do not carve most curiously, say my nice not? Shall I not find a woodcock too?

Sir?

Your wit ambles well it goes easily.

I'll tell thee how Beatrice praise thy wit. The other day I said thou hadst a fine wit. True, she says a fine little one. No said I A great wit. Right said she a great gross one. Nay said I A good wit, just said she. It hurts nobody, Nay said I. The gentleman is wise certain, said she a wise gentle man. Nay said I. He hath the tongues that I believe, said she, For he swore a thing to me on Monday night which he forswore on Tuesday morning. There is a double tongue. There's two tongues. Thus did

For the witch.

She wept heartily and said she cared not yea that she did.

But yet for all that, and if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly. The old man's daughter told us all.

All all, and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.

But when shall we set the savage bulls horns on the sensible Benedict's head.

Yea in text underneath here dwells Benedict the married man.

Fare you well, boy, you know my mind. I will leave you now to your gossip like humor. You break jests as braggarts do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not my lord for your many courtesies, I thank you. I must discontinue your company. Your brother the bastard is fled from Messina. You have among you killed a sweet and innocent lady for my lord Lackbeard. There he and I shall meet until then peace be with him.

Exit.

He is in earnest, in most profound, earnest. And I'll warrant you for the love of Beatrice, and hath challenged thee most sincerely.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit.

He is in a giant to an ape. But then is an ape adopted to such men?

But soft you let me be, pluck up my heart and be sad? Did he not say my brother was fled?

Enter Dogberry verges and the watch with Conrad and Barraccio.

Come you, sir. If justice cannot tame you, she shall near weigh more reasons in her balance. Nay, and you'll be a cursing hypocrite once you must be looked to.

How now two of my brother's men bound boraccio one?

How can after their offense? My lord officers?

What offense have these men done? Uh?

Marry sir? They have committed false report? Moreover, they have spoken untruth. Secondarily they are slanders six them. Lastly they have belied a lady. Thirdly they have verified unjust things, and two conclude they are lying knaves.

First I ask thee what they have done? Thirdly I ask THEE what's their offense? Sixth and lastly why they are committed? And to conclude what you lay to their charge?

Rightly reasoned and in his own diversion? And by my troth, there's one meaning well suited.

Who have you offended? Masters? That you are thus bound to your answer? This learned constable is too cunning to be understood? What's your offense?

Sweet prince? Let me go no further to mine answer? Do you hear me? And let this count kill me? I have deceived even your very eyes what your wisdoms could not discover. These shallow fools have brought to light, who in the night overheard me confessing to this man, How Don John, your brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero. How you were brought into the orchard and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments. How you disgraced

Villain runs not this speech like iron through your blood.

I have drunk poison whilst he uttered it.

But did my brother set thee on to this.

Yea and paid me richly for the practice of it.

He is composed and framed of treachery and fled. He is upon this villainy.

Sweet Hero. Now that image doth appear in the rest semblance that I loved it.

First, come bring away the plaintiffs. By this time our sexton hath reformed Signor Leonardo of the matter. And masters do not forget to specify when time and place shall serve that I am an ass.

Here Here comes Master, Signor Leonardo, and the sexton.

Two re enter Leonardo Antonio and the sexton which.

Is the villain? Let me see his eyes, that when I note another man like him, I may avoid him. Which of these is he?

If you would know your wronger, look on me, art.

Thou the slave that with thy breast has killed mine innocent child.

Yea even I alone, No.

Not soul villain, thou beliest thyself. Here stand a pair of honorable men. A third is fled, that had a hand in it. I thank you, princess, for my daughter's death. Record it with your high and worthy deed. Twas bravely done. If you bethink you of it.

I know not how to pray your patience, Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself. Impose me to what penance or invention can lay upon my sin? Yet sinned I not but a mistaking.

By my soul, nor I and yet to satisfy this good old man, I would bin under any heavy weight that he'll enjoin me too.

I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, That were impossible. But I pray you both possess the people in Messina here how innocent she died, and if your love can labor art in sad invention, hang her an epitaph upon her tomb and sing it to her bones. Sing it tonight tomorrow morning, come you to my house. And since you could not be my son in law, be it my nephew. My brother. Hath a daughter almost a copy of my child that's dead, and she alone is heir

Oh noble sir, you are of the kindest dotting tears from me. I do embrace your offer and dispose for henceforth of poor Claudio.

Tomorrow. Then I will expect your coming to night. I take my leave. This naughty man shall face to face be brought to Margaret, who I believe was packed and all this wrong, hired to it by your brother.

No, by my soul she was not, nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me, But always hath been just and virtuous in anything that I do know by her.

Moreover, sir, which indeed is not under white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender did call me ass I beseech you. Let it be remembered in this punt. And also the watch heard them talk of one deformed. They say he wears a key in his ear at a lock hanging by it, and borrows money in God's name, which he hath used so long and never paid that now men grow hard hearted and will lend nothing for God's sake. Pray you examine him upon that point.

I thank THEE for thy care and honest pains.

Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth, and I praise God for you.

There's for thy pains.

God save the foundation.

Go.

I discharge THEE by prisoner, and I thank THEE.

I leave an errant knave with your worship, which I beseech your worship to correct yourself with the example of others. God keep your worship. I wish your worship well. God restore you to health. I humbly give you leave to depart, and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.

Come neighbor, Exiant Dogberry and verges.

Until tomorrow morning.

Lords, farewell, we will not fail.

Tonight.

I'll loan with Hero Exiant, Don Pedro and Claudio to the watch bring you.

These calls on. We'll talk with Margaret how our acquaintance grew with this lude.

Fellow exeant scene too Leonardo's garden. Enter Bennedict and Margaret meeting.

Pray thee, sweet mistress, Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.

Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty in.

So high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it? For in most commonly truth, thou deservest it.

To have no man come over me. Why shall I always keep below stairs?

Hm? Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth.

It catches, and yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit but hurt not.

Oh, a most manly wit, Margaret, It will not hurt a woman. And so I pray THEE call Beatrice, I give THEE the.

Bucklers, give us the swords.

We have bucklers of our own. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for maids.

Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs.

And therefore will come exit Margaret, m m m. The goha had of love that see it's all all, and know who's me? And know who's me, how.

Pitifool I deserve, I mean in singing, but in loving Leander, the good swimmer Troyl is the first employer of pandurs.

And a whole book full of those quondam carpet mongers whose names yet run smooth in the even road of a blank verse. Why they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self in love Mary. I cannot show it in rhyme I have tried. I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme for scorn horn, a hard rhyme for school fool, a babbling rhyme very ominous endings. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet. Nor I cannot woo in

Yea signor and depart when you bid me?

Oh? Stay, but till then.

Then is spoken? Fare you well?

Now?

And yet ere I go. Let me go with that I came for, which is with no what hath passed between you and claudio.

Only foul words, And thereupon I will kiss.

Thee Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome. Therefore I will depart unkissed.

Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible as thy wit. But I must tell THEE plainly. Claudio undergoes my challenge, and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And I pray THEE now tell me for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

For them altogether, which maintain so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love? For me?

Suffer love a good epithet, I do suffer love, indeed, for I love THEE against my will.

Of your heart. I think alas poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

It appears not in this confession there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.

An old and old instance Beatrice that lived in the time of good neighbors. If a man do not erect in this age his own toomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.

And how long is that? Thank you question?

Why an hour in clamor and a quarter in room? Therefore is it most expedient for the wise? If don worm his conscience find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself so much for praising myself, who I myself will bear witness is praise worthy. And now tell me how doth your cousin very ill? And how do you very ill?

Too?

Serve God, love me and mend there? Will I leave you too? For here comes one in haste.

Inter ursula, madam, you must come to your uncle yonders old coil at home. It is proved, my lady, Hero hath been falsely accused, the Prince and Claudio mightily abused. And Don John is the author of all who is fled and gone. Will you come presently?

Will you go hear this news?

Signor I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes. And moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncles.

Exiant Scene three. The inside of a church, Enter Don Pedro Claudio and attendants with music and papers.

Is this the monument of Leonardo?

It is, my lord reads from a scrawl.

Done to death by slanderous tongues. Was the hero that lies here? Death in Gerdon of her wrongs gives her fame which never dies. So the life that died with shame lives in death with glorious fame. Hang thou there upon the tomb, praising her. When I am dumb. Now, music sound, and sing your solemn hymn, hardened Goddess of

Good morrow? Masters? Put your torches out. The wolves have prayed, and look the gentle day before the wheels of phoebus round about dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray. Thanks to you all, and leave us fare you well.

Good morrow, mastas each his several way.

Come, let us hence and put on other weeds. And then to Leonato's we will go.

And Hiaman now with luckier issue speeds than this for whom we rendered up this woe.

Exiant scene for a room in Leonato's house. Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedict, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula, Friar Francis, and Hero.

Did I not tell you she was innocent?

So are the Prince and Claudio, who accused her upon the error that you heard, debated it. But Margaret was in some fault for this, as it appears in the true courts of all the question.

Well, I'm glad they all things sought so well, and.

So am I, being else by faith and forced to call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Well, daughter, and you, gentlewoman, all withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, and when I sent for you, come hither masked. The Prince and Claudio promised by this hour to visit me.

Exit, ladies.

You know your office brother, you must be father to your brother's daughter and give her to young Claudio.

Which I do with confirmed countenance.

Uh, friar, I must entreat your pains. I think to do what signor to bind me or undo me? One of them? Signor Leonato, truth, it is good signor your niece regards me with an eye of favor.

That I my daughter lent her 'tis most true.

And I do, with an eye of love requite her the.

Sight whereof I think you had from me, from Claudio and the Prince. But what's your will.

Is enigmatical. But for my will, my will is your good will. May stand with ours this day to be conjoined in the state of honorable marriage, in which, good Friar, I shall desire your help.

My heart is with your liking and my help.

Here comes the Prince and Claudio.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with attendant, Good morrow to this fair assembly.

Good morrow, Prince, Good morrow, Claudio, we here attend you. Are you yet determined to day to marry with my brother's daughter?

I'll hold my mind. Was she an Ethiop?

Call her fourth brother? Here's the priority?

Exit Antonio, Good morrow, Benedict.

Why what's the matter that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.

I think he thinks upon the savage bull tush, fear not, man, We'll tip thy horns with gold, and all your ropishall rejoice at thee as once your oper did it, lusty Jove, when he would play the noble beast in love.

Bull Jove, Sir had an amiable low, and some such strange bull leaped your father's cow and got a calf in that same noble feat much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

For this I owe you. Here comes other reckonings.

Re enter Antonio with the ladies masked.

Which is the lady I must seize upon? Why then she's mine? Sweet? Let me see your face.

No that you shall not till you take her hand before this friar and swear to marry her.

Give me your hand before this holy friar. I am your husband, if you like of me.

And when I lived, I was your other wife, unmasking, and when you loved you were my other husband.

Another hero.

Nothing certainer. One hero died defiled, but I do live, and surely as I live, I am a maid before hero hero that is dead.

She died, my lord, but while her slander lived.

All this amazement. Can I qualify when after that the holy rites are ended. I'll tell you largely a fair hero's death. Meanwhile, let wonder seem familiar. And to the chapel let us presently the.

Softened fair friar, which is Beatrice unmasking.

I answer to that name? What is your will?

Do not you love me?

Why?

No? No more than reason?

Why? Then your uncle and the Prince and Claudia have been deceived, For they swore you did.

Do not you love me?

Troth? No no more than reason?

Why than my cousin, Margaret and Ursula are well deceived. For they did swear that you did.

They swore that you were almost sick for me.

They swore that you were well nigh dead for me.

Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?

No truly, but in friendly recompense.

Come cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.

And all this one ponted that he loves her, For he is a paper written in his hand, a halting sonnet of his own pure brain, fashioned to Beatrice.

And here's another writt in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, containing her affection.

Unto Benedict, come miracle, here is our own hands against our hearts.

Come, I will have THEE. But by this light I take THEE for pity.

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 are in a consumption peace.

I will stop your mouth kisses her. I'll tell THEE what prince. A college of whitcrackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram. No, if man will be beaten with brains, I 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

I had well hoped thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgeled THEE out of thy single life, to make THEE a double dealer, which out of question, thou wilt be if my cousin do not look exceedingly narrowly to thee.

Come, Come, we are friends. Let's have a dance ere we are married. Though we may lighten our own hearts and our wives.

Heals, we'll have dancing afterward.

First of my word, Therefore, play music, Prince, thou art sad, Get thee a wife, Get thee a wife.

There is no staff more reverent than one tipped with horn.

Enter messenger, my lord, your brother John is pain in flight and brought with armed men back to Messina.

Think not on him till tomorrow. I'll devise thee brave punishments for him. Strike up pipers.

Dance egxiant. End of Act five