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D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a mor. al 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 humour.

Conr. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, till you may do it without controlment. You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en 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.

D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace ;' and it better fits my blood to be disdain’d of all, than to 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 that I am a plaindealing 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 my liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

Conr. Can you make no use of your discontent?

D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

Enter BORACHIO. Bora. 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.

D. John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on ? What is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness?

(3) This is one of our author's natural touches. An envious and unsocial mind, too proud to give pleasure, and too sullen

to receive it, always endeavours to hide its malignity from the world and from itself, under the plainess of simple honesty, or the dignity of haughty independence. JOHNSON

[4] To claw is to flatter. So, the pope's clan-backs, in Bishop Jewel, are the pope's flatterers. The sense is the same in the proverb, Mulus mu!um scabit.

JOHNSON [5] A canker is the canker-rose, dog-rose, cynosbatus, or hip. The sense is, I would rather live in obscurity the wild life of mature, than owe dignity or estimation to my brother. He still continues his wisi gloomy independence.



Bora. Marry, it is to your brother's right hand.
D. John. Who ? the most exquisite Claudio ?
Bora. Even be.

D. John. A proper squire ! And who, and who ? which way looks he.

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

D. John. A very forward March-chick: How came you to this ?

Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was smoking a musty room,o comes me the prince and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference : 1 whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself, and having obtained her, give her to count Claudio.

D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may prove food to my displeasure ; that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow ; if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way : You are both sure, and will assist me ? Conr. To the death, my

lord. D. John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is the greater, that I am subdued : 'Would the cook were of my mind !-Shall we prove what's to be done?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

SCENE I.-A Hall in LEONATO's House. Enter LEONATO,
Antonio, Hero, BEATRICE, and others.

Was not count John here at supper ?
Ant. I saw him not.

Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after.'

[6] The neglect of cleanliness among our ancestors, rendered such precautions too often necessary. In the Harleian Collection of MSS. No. 6850, fol. 90, in the British Museum, is a paper of directions drawn up by Sir Jobo Puckering's Stewarii, relative to Su Tolk Place before Queen Elizabeth's visit to it in 1594. The 15th article ig--" The spelununge of the house in all places by any means." Again, in Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, "--The smoak o! juniper is in creat request with us at Oxford, to corecten our chambers." See also King Henry IV. P. II.'act 5, sc, 4. STEEVENS

[7] The pain commonly called the heart-burn, proceeds from an acid bumour in the stomach, and is therefore properly enough iraputed to tart looks.


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Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made just in the mid-way between him and Benedick: the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling.

Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in count Jobp's mouth, and half count John's melancholy in signior Benedick's face,

Beat. 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 her good will.

Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.

Ant. In faith, she is too curst.

Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's sending that way: for it is said, God sends a curst cow short horns, but to a cow too curst, he sends none.

Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you no borns.

Beat. Just, if he send 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 bad rather lie in the woollen.

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath no beard.

Beat. 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, not for him : Therefore I will even take six-pence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell.

Leon. Well then, go you into hell ?

Beat. 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 deliver I up my apes, and away to saint Peter for the heavens ; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.

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

[To HERO. Beat. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you :--but yet for

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all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, Father, as it please me.

Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.

Beat. Not till God make 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, upcle, I'll none : Adam's sons are my brethren ; and truly, 1 hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you : if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer.

Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not woo'd in good time : if the prince be too important, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and so dance out the answer. For hear me, Hero ; Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque pace : the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinquepace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing sbrewdly.

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see a church by day-light.

Leon. The revellers are entering ; brother, make good room. Enter Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BALTHAZAR; Don

John, Borachio, MARGARET, Ursula, and others, masked. D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your friend ?

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

D. Pedro. With me in your company?
Hero I

may say so, when I please.
D. Pedro. And when please you to say so ?

Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, the lute should be like the case !

D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.

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[8] Imortoint here, and in many other places, is importunate. JOHNSON 151 A measure in old language, beside its ordinary meaning, signified also a das s.


Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd.
D. Ped. Speak low, if you speak love. [Takes her aside.
Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Marg. So would not i, for your own sake ; for I have many ill qualities.

Bene. Which is one ?
Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may cry, Amen.

Marg. God match me with a good dancer !
Balth. Amen.

Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when the dance is done ! - Answer, clerk.

Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered.
Urs. I know you well enough ; you are signior Antonio.
Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were the very man : Here's his dry hand up and down ; you are he, you are he.

Ant. At a word, I am not.

Urs. Come, come ; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an end.

Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? Bene. No, you shall pardon me. Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? Bene. Not now. Beat. That I was disdainful,—and that I had my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. Bene. What's he? Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. Bene. Not I, believe me. Beat. Did he never make you laugh? Bene. I pray you, what is he?

Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders : none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; for be both pleaseth 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 board7 Vol. III.


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