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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 no: in this confession: there's not one wise inan 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 praiseworthy,) and now tell me, How doth
Beat. Very ill.
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 coill 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
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.
your cousin ?
SCENÈ III.—The inside of a church. Enter
Don Pedro, Claudio, and attendants, with music
Was the Hero that here lies :
Gives her fame which never dies :
Praising her when I am dumb.
Midnight, assist our moan ;
Yearly will I do this rite.
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray:
Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well.
weeds : And then to Leonato's we will go. Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue
speeds, Than this, for whom we render'd up this wo!
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.- A room in Leonato's house. En.
ter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ur-
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Bene. And so am 1, being else by faith enforc'd
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most
Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from
me, From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready.
[Exit 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 upon the savage bull: Tush, fear not, inan, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; As once Europa did at susty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love.
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd. Claud. For this I owe you : here come other reckonings.
Which is the lady I must seize upon?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine : Sweet, let me see your
face. Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her.
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife:
[Unmasking And when you loved, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero ?
Nothing certainer :
D. Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero that is dead!
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice?
What is your will ? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat.
No, no more than reason. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince,
Beat. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason.
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for