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Beat. Yea, Signior, and depart when you bid me.
Bene. O, stay but 'till then. EC
Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now; and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath past between you and Claudio.
Bene. Only foul words, and thereupon I will-kiss thee.
Beat. Foul words are but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkist.
Bene. Thou haft frighted the word out of its right sense, fo forcible is 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 çoward; and, I pray thée, now tell'me, for which of my
bad parts didit thou first fall in love with me? Beat. For them all together, which maintain'd lo politick 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?
Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet; I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Beat. In spight of your heart, I think, alas! poor heart, if you spight it for my fake, I will spight 'it for yours; for I will never love that, which my friend hates.
Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Beat. It appears not in this confeilion; there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that liv'd in the time of good neighbours; if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monuments, than the bells ring, and the widow weeps.
Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Bene. Question?— why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rhewm; therefore it is most expedient for - the wise, if Don'worm (his confcience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet' of his own virtues, as I am to my self; so much for prais
ing my self; who, I my self will bear witness, is praise worthy, and now tell me, how doth your Cousin?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend; there will I leave you too, for here comes one in hafte.
Enter Ursula. Ursu. Madam, you must come to your uncle ; yonder's old coil at home; it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd; the Prince and Claudio mightily abus’d; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will you come presently?
Beat. Will you go hear this news, Signior?
Bene. I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be bury'd in thy heart; and moreover I will go with 'thee to thy uncle.
SCENE changes to a CHURCH. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with tapers. Claud. TS this the monument of Leonato?
Atten. It is, my lord.
Ε. Ρ. Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
Done to death by sanderous tongues
Was the Hero, that here lyes :
Gives her fame which never dies.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb. Claud, Now mufick sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night ;
Dapples the drowsie east with spots of grey :
Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several way.
Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will
go. Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's, (28) Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! (Exeunt. (28) And Hymen now with luckier Ifue speeds,
Than this, for whom we render'd up this Woe.] Claudio could not know, without being a Prophet, that this new-propos’d Match should have any luckier Event than That design'd with Hero. Certainly, therefore, this should be a Wish in Claudio; and, to this End, the Poet might have wrote, speed's; ii e. speed us : and so it becomes a Prayer to Hymen.
SCENE changes to Leonato's House. Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,
Friar, and Hero. Friar. ID not tell
she was innocent? Leon
accus'd her, Upon the error that you heard debated. But Margaret was in some fault for this; Although against her will, as it appears, In the true course of all the question. Ant. Well; I am glad, that all things fort so well
. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Leon. 'Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them:
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most truc.
Leon. The fight whercof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will?
Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Leon. Good morrow, Prince ; good morrow, Claudio,
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
[Exit Antonio. 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,
Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and
Claud. For this I owe you ; here come other reck
Anto. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Leon. No, that you shall not, 'till you take her