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Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
Yearly will I do this rite.
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 speeds, Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe ! [Exe.
SCENE IV. A Room in LEONATO's House. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO,
BENEDICK, BEATRICE, Ursula, Friar, and Hero. Friar. Did not I 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 I, being else by faith enforc'd
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
; You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio.
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her ; 'Tis most true.
Bene. 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 :
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar. And my help.
Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
Leon. Good-morrow, prince ;-good-morrow, Claudio ;
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
[Exit AntonIO. D. Pedro. Good-morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull :-
Bene. BullJove, sir, had an amiable low;
father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Claud. 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. Clau. 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.
your will ?
Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife :
[Unmasking And when you loved, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero ?
Hero. Nothing certainer:
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ?
Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula,
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me.
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her;
Hero. 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 i 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 sang 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 thee ; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou would'st 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, music.-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.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow ; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.
(7] The allusion is to the ancient trial by wager of battel, in suits both criminal and civil. Or the last trial of this latter kind in England, (which was in the 13th year of Queen Elizabeth,) our author might have read a particular account in Stowe's Annales. Henry Nailor, master of defence, was champion for the demandants, Simon Low and John Kyme; and George Thorne for the tenant, (or defendant) Thomas Paramoure. The combat was appointed to be fought ip Tuthill-fields, and the Judges of the Common Pleas and Serjeants at Law attended. Among other ceremonies Stowe mentions, that “the gauntlet that was cast down by George Thorne was borne before the sayd Nailor, in his passage thro' London, upon a sword's point, and his baston (a staff of an ell long, made taper-wise, tipt with horn,) with his shield of hard leather, was borne after him," &c. See also Minsheu's Dict. 1617, in v. Combat; from wbich it appears that Nailor on this occasion was introduced to the Judges, with three solemn congees,” by a very reverend person, “ Sir Jerome Bowes, ambassador from Queen Elizabeth, into Russia, who carried a red vaston of an ell long, tipped with horne."