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Although against her will, as it appears
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
Friar. To do what, signior?
Leon. My heart is with your liking,
And my help
Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
We here attend you ; are you yet determin'd
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
bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold.
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. For this I owe you: here comes other reckon
ings. 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
Leon. No, that
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
like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife :
[Unmasking. And when you
other husband, Claud. Another Hero ? Hero.
Nothing certainer :
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead !
Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,
Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice ?
will ? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat.
No, no more than reason. Benc. Why, then your uncle, and the prince,
Beat. Do you not love me?
No, no more than reason. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and
did. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for
Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead
Bene. 'Tis no such matter: Then, you do not
love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gen
tleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts ! Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would not deny you ; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly to save your
life ; for I was told you were in a consumption.
Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married
man ? Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram ? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him : In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten but in that thou art like to be
kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends: — let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o'my word; therefore, play, musick. – Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in
flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow ; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.
[Exeunt. 8 Because