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she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seem'd ever to abhor. Bene. Is't possible ? Sits the wind in that corner ?

(Aside. Leon. 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.

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
Claud. 'Faith, like enough.

Leon. O God! counterfeit! There never was counterfeit of passoin came so near the life of passion, as she discovers it.

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she ? Claud. Bait the hook well ; this fish will bite. (Aside.

Leon. What effects, my lord! She will sit you,You heard my daughter tell you how.

Claud. She did, indeed.

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: I would have thought her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection.

Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; especially against Benedick.

Bene [.Aside.] I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

Claud. He bath ta’en the infection ; hold it up. [.Aside.

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to Benedick?

Leon. No ; and swears she never will: that's her torment.

Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says : Shall I, says she, that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?

Leon. 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.

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of.

Leon. 0,—when she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet?

Claud. That.

Leon. O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write

to one that she knew would flout 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.

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses ;-0 sweet Benedick! God give me patience !

Leon. She doth, indeed ; my daughter says so : and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that my daughter is sometime afraid she will do a desperate outrage to herself; It is very true.

D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it.

Claud. To what end? He would but make a sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.

D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang him : She's an excellent sweet lady ; and, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

Claud. And she is exceeding wise. | D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick.

Leon. O 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.

D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage on me; I would have daff'd all other respects, and made her half myself: I pray you, tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say.

Leon. Were it good, think ?

Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die: for she says, she will die if he love her not; and she will die ere she make her love known ; and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed

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D. Pedro. 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.“

Claud. He is a very proper man.
D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness.
Claud. ?Fore God, and in my mind, very wise.

D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks that are like wit.

[4) Blood is here, as in many other places, used by our author in the sense of passion, or rather temperament of body.

(5) To dal is the same as to doff, to do off, to put aside. STEEVENS

o i. e. a temper inclined to scorn and contempt. It has been before remarked, Cask our author uses his verbal adjectives witb great license.

MALONE.

JOHNSON.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

D. Pedro. 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.

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

D. Pedro. 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 see Benedick, and tell him of her love ?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out with good counsel.

Leon. Nay, that's impossible ; she may wear her heart out first.

D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well; and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady.

Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready.

Claud. If he do pot dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.

[.Aside. D. Pedro. 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 that I would see, which will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner.

[./side. -{Exe. D. Ped. CLAUD. and Leox. Benedick advances from the arbour. Bene. This can be no trick: The conference was sadly borne.—They have the truth of this from 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 sign of affection. I did never think to marry :- must not seem proud :-happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending. They say, the lady is fair ;—’tis a truth, I can bear them witness : and virtuous ;~'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me :-By my troth,

is no addition her wit;-Dor no great argument of

her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage : But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age : Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. -Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her.

Enter BEATRICE. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.

Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.

Beat. 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.

Bene. You take pleasure in the message ?

Beat. Yea; just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choke a daw withal :-You have no stomach, signior ; fare you well.

[Exit. Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you come to dinner—there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to thank mem 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.

ACT III. SCENE I.-LEONATO's Garden. Enter HERO, MARGARET,

and URSULA.

Hero.
GOOD Margaret, run thee into the parlour;
There thou shalt 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

[7] Proposong is conversing, from the French word propos, discourse, talk.

STEEVEXS.

Is all of her; say, that thou overheardst us ;
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Againt that power that bred it :-there will she hide her,
To listen our propose :: This is thy office,
Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.

Mar. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently. [Ex.

Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick:
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 Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice : Of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by bearsay. Now begin ;

Enter BEATRICE, behind.
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

Urs. The pleasant'st 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 woodbine coverture :
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Of the false 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.'

Urs. But are you sure,
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?

Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord.
Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ?

[8] See the preceding note. STEEVENS

(91 Turherville, in his book of Falconry 1575, tells us, that “the haggard doth come from foreign parts a stranger and a passenger;" and Latham, who wrote after him, says, that, “she keeps in subjection the most part of all the low) !bat dy, iasomuch that, the tas-el gentle, her natural and chie est companion, dares not come near that coast where she useth, nor sit by the place where she standeth. Such is the greatness of her spirit., she will not admit ojo any society, uptil such a time as 03ture worketb," Lc. STEEVENS.

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