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sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses; O sweet Bencdick! God give me patience !
Leon. She doth, indeed, my daughter says fo; and the ecstasy hath so much overborn her, that my daughter is sometime afraid, she will do desperate outrage to herself; it is very true.
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.
Pedro. If he should, it were an alms to hang him ; she's an excellent sweet lady, and (out of all suspicion) the is virtuous.
Claud. And she is exceeding wise.
Leon. O my Lord, wisdom and blood combating in fo 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.
Pedro, I would she had bestow'd this dotage on me; I would have dafft 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 you ?
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 accustom'd crossness.
Pedro. She doth well; if she fhould 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.
Pedro. He doth indeed shew some sparks that are like wit.
I.eon. And I take him to be valiant,
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 thema
with a Christian-like fear *. Well, I am sorry for your niece : shall we go seek 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, fhe may wear her heart out first.
Pedro. Well, we will 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 to have so good a lady.
Leon, My Lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready.
Claud. If he do not doat on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
[ Aside. 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 an opinion of one another's dotage, and no such matter ; that's the scene that I would see, which will be merely a dumb fhow. Let us send her to call him to dinner.
[ Aside. [Exeunt.
SCENE X. Benedick advances from the arbour.
Bene, “ This can be no trick, the conference was fadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero;
they seem to pity the lady; ir feems her affections " have the full bent. Love me ! why, it must be re
quited. I hear how I am censur’d: they fay 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 -I must not seem proud — Happy are they that or hear their detractions, and can put them to mendring. They fay the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth I can so bear them witness : and virtuous ;-—'tis so, I cannot
a Christian-like fear. Lcon. 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
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, br.
reprove it : and wise, but for loving me by my troth, " it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument " of her folly; for I will be horribly in love with her.
may chance to have some odd quirks and reinnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd so long against marriage. But doth not the appetite alter ? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he can
not 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 marry'd. 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 sent to bid 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 then in the message.
Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choak a daw withal : you have no ftomach, Signior ; fare you well.
[Exit. Bene. Ha! against 111y will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner ; there's a double meaning in that. ) took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to thank me :--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.
you come in
ACT III. SC EN E I.
Continues in the orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. Hero. Ood Margaret, run thee into the parlour,
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice, Proposing with the Prince and Claudio;
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Against that power that bred it: there will she hide To listen our purpose : this is thy office ;. Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, presently.
[Exit. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, As
is we do trace this alley up and down,
Enter Beatrice, running towards the arbour.
Urf. The pleasant'ít angling is to fee the fish
Hero. Then we go near ħer, that her ear lose nothing
Url. But are you sure,
Hero... So says ttie Prince, and my new-trothed Lord..
To wish him wrestle with affection,
Urf. Why did you so? doth not the gentleman
Hero. O god of love! I know he doth deserve
Urf. Sure I think fo;
Hero. Why, you fpeak truth. I never yet saw man, How wife, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, But she would spell him backward. If fair-fac’d, ! She'd swear the gentleman should be her fifter; • If black, why, nature, drawing of an antic, • Made a foul blot; if tall, a launce ill-headed; • If low, an aglet very vilely cut; • If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; . If silent, why, a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong
out, And never gives to truth and virtue that Which fimpleness and merit purchaseth.
Urf. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No; for to be so odd, and from all fashions,
Urf. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will saya