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But for my will, my will is, your good will
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Ε Ν Ε Χ.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with Attendants.
Leon. Good morrow, Prince, good morrow, Claudio,
brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar ready.
[Exit Ant. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick ; why, what's the
Claud. I think he thinks upon the savage bull:
Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low,
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Leon. This fame is she, and I do give you her.
Claud. Give me your hand; before this holy Friar, I am your husband if you like of me.
. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife.
[Unmasking. And when you lov'd, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero?
Hero. Nothing certainer.
Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
Friar. All this amazement can I qualifie.
Bene. Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beatrice?
Bene. Why then your uncle and the Prince, and Claudio Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why then my cousin, Margaret and Ursula
Bene. They swore you were almost fick for me.
For here's a paper written in his hand,
Hero. And here's another,
Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against our hearts; come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would ' 'now' deny you; but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life ; for as I was told, you were in a consumption.
Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. [Kisses her. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married man?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a college of witcrackers cannot fout me out of my humour: dost thou think I care for a satyr, or an epigram? no: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him ; in brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me, for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion; for thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee, but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis'd, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped thou would'st have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelld 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 exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends; let's have a dance ere we are marry'd, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o'my word; therefore play, musick. Prince, thou art sad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no staff more reverend than one tipt with horn.
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Enter Messenger. Mel. My Lord, your brother John is ta’en in fight, And brought with armed men back to Meshna.
Bene. Think not on him 'till to-morrow: I'll devise thee brave punishments for him. Strike up, Pipers. [Dance.