Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkiss'd.

Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from him, 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?

or I

Beat. For them all together; which maintain❜d so 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 spite 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.

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

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

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived 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 monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.

Beat. And how long is that, think you?

Bene. Question? Why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is 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?

Beat. Very ill.

Bene. And how do you?

Beat. Yery ill too.

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will I leave you too, for here comes one in

haste.

Enter URSULA.

Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's 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?

Beat. Will you go hear this news, Signior? Bene. 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 uncle's.

[Exeunt.

Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants

with musick and tapers.

Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato?

Atten. It is, my Lord.

Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]

Done to Death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies:

Death; in guerdon of her wrongs,
Gives her fame which never dies.
So the live, that died with shame,
Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I dumb.
am

[affixing it.

Now, musick, sound, and sing your solemn hymu.
SONG.

Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight.
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,
Heavily, heavily:

Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
Till death be uttered,

Heavily, heavily.

Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!

Yearly will I do this rite.

D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your torches out:

The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day,

Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several

way.

D. 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,

Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!

SCENE

IV.

A Room in LEONATO's House.

[Exeunt.

Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, URSULA, Friar and HERO..

Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Leon. So are the Prince and Claudio, who 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 sort so well. Bene. And so am 1, being els by faith enforc❜d To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. F Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewoman all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd:
The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour
To visit me:
You know your office, brother;
You must be father to your brother's daughter,
And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies.
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counte-

nance.

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think, Friar. To do what, Signior?

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them. -Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most

true,

Bone, And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had

from me,

From Claudio, and the Prince; But what's your will?

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
May, stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
In the state of honourable, marriage;

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Leon. My heart is with your liking,'

Friar. And my help.

Here comes the Prince, and Claudio.

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attend

ants.

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly, Leon. Good morrOW, Prince; good morrow, Claudio;

We here attend you; Are you yet determin'd To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready. [Enter ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the matter,

That you have such a February_face,

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?

Claud. I think, he thinks upou the savage bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,

And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low;

And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow,