Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and others
Leonato Was not Count John here at supper?
Antonio I saw him not.
Beatrice How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am heart-burned an hour after.
Hero He is of a very melancholy disposition.
Beatrice He were an excellent man that were made just in the midway 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.
Leonato Then half Signior Benedick’s tongue in Count John’s mouth, and half Count John’s melancholy in Signior Benedick’s face —
Beatrice 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 a’ could get her good-will.
Leonato By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.
Antonio In faith, she’s too curst.
Beatrice 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.
Leonato So, by being too curst, God will send you no horns.
Beatrice 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 had rather lie in the woollen.
Leonato You may light on a husband that hath no beard.
Beatrice 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, I am not for him: therefore, I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and lead his apes into hell.
Leonato Well, then, go you into hell?
Beatrice 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.
Antonio [To Hero] Well, niece, I trust you will be ruled by your father.
Beatrice Yes, faith; it is my cousin’s duty to make curtsy and say ‘Father, as it please you.’ But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say ‘Father, as it please me.’
Leonato Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
Beatrice Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I’ll none: Adam’s sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.
Leonato Daughter, remember what I told you: if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer.
Beatrice The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not wooed 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 cinque pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
Leonato Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.
Beatrice I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.
Leonato The revellers are entering, brother: make good room.
All put on their masks
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthasar, Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula and others, masked
Don 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 walk away.
Don Pedro With me in your company?
Hero I may say so, when I please.
Don Pedro And when please you to say so?
Hero When I like your favour; for God defend the lute should be like the case!
Don Pedro My visor is Philemon’s roof; within the house is Jove.
Hero Why, then, your visor should be thatched.
Don Pedro Speak low, if you speak love.
Drawing her aside
Balthasar Well, I would you did like me.
Margaret So would not I, for your own sake; for I have many ill-qualities.
Balthasar Which is one?
Margaret I say my prayers aloud.
Balthasar I love you the better: the hearers may cry, Amen.
Margaret God match me with a good dancer!
Margaret And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done! Answer, clerk.
Balthasar No more words: the clerk is answered.
Ursula I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.
Antonio At a word, I am not.
Ursula I know you by the waggling of your head.
Antonio To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
Ursula 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.
Antonio At a word, I am not.
Ursula 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.
Beatrice Will you not tell me who told you so?
Benedick No, you shall pardon me.
Beatrice Nor will you not tell me who you are?
Benedick Not now.
Beatrice 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.
Benedick What’s he?
Beatrice I am sure you know him well enough.
Benedick Not I, believe me.
Beatrice Did he never make you laugh?
Benedick I pray you, what is he?
Beatrice 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 he both pleases 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 boarded me.
Benedick When I know the gentleman, I’ll tell him what you say.
Beatrice Do, do: he’ll but break a comparison or two on me; which, peradventure not marked or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and then there’s a partridge wing saved, for the fool will eat no supper that night.
We must follow the leaders.
Benedick In every good thing.
Beatrice Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning.
Dance. Then exeunt all except Don John, Borachio, and Claudio
Don John Sure my brother is amorous on Hero and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it. The ladies follow her and but one visor remains.
Borachio And that is Claudio: I know him by his bearing.
Don John Are not you Signior Benedick?
Claudio You know me well; I am he.
Don John Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; I pray you, dissuade him from her: she is no equal for his birth: you may do the part of an honest man in it.
Claudio How know you he loves her?
Don John I heard him swear his affection.
Borachio So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to-night.
Don John Come, let us to the banquet.
Exeunt Don John and Borachio
Claudio Thus answer I in the name of Benedick,
But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.
’Tis certain so; the prince wooes for himself.
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
This is an accident of hourly proof,
Which I mistrusted not. Farewell, therefore, Hero!
Benedick Count Claudio?
Claudio Yea, the same.
Benedick Come, will you go with me?
Benedick Even to the next willow, about your own business, county. What fashion will you wear the garland of? about your neck, like an usurer’s chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant’s scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero.
Claudio I wish him joy of her.
Benedick Why, that’s spoken like an honest drovier: so they sell bullocks. But did you think the prince would have served you thus?
Claudio I pray you, leave me.
Benedick Ho! now you strike like the blind man: ’twas the boy that stole your meat, and you’ll beat the post.
Claudio If it will not be, I’ll leave you.
Benedick Alas, poor hurt fowl! now will he creep into sedges. But that my Lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me! The prince’s fool! Ha? It may be I go under that title because I am merry. Yea, but so I am apt to do myself wrong; I am not so reputed: it is the base, though bitter, disposition of Beatrice that puts the world into her person and so gives me out. Well, I’ll be revenged as I may.
Re-enter Don Pedro
Don Pedro Now, signior, where’s the count? did you see him?
Benedick Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren: I told him, and I think I told him true, that your grace had got the good will of this young lady; and I offered him my company to a willow-tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped.
Don Pedro To be whipped! What’s his fault?
Benedick The flat transgression of a schoolboy, who, being overjoyed with finding a birds’ nest, shows it his companion, and he steals it.
Don Pedro Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The transgression is in the stealer.
Benedick Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made, and the garland too; for the garland he might have worn himself, and the rod he might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his birds’ nest.
Don Pedro I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner.
Benedick If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, you say honestly.
Don Pedro The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you: the gentleman that danced with her told her she is much wronged by you.
Benedick O, she misused me past the endurance of a block! an oak but with one green leaf on it would have answered her; my very visor began to assume life and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince’s jester, that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her: you shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror and perturbation follows her.
Don Pedro Look, here she comes.
Enter Claudio, Beatrice, Hero, and Leonato
Benedick Will your grace command me any service to the world’s end? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes that you can devise to send me on; I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the furthest inch of Asia, bring you the length of Prester John’s foot, fetch you a hair off the great Cham’s beard, do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words’ conference with this harpy. You have no employment for me?
Don Pedro None, but to desire your good company.
Benedick O God, sir, here’s a dish I love not: I cannot endure my Lady Tongue.
Don Pedro Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of
Beatrice Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.
Don Pedro You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.
Beatrice So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek.
Don Pedro Why, how now, count! wherefore are you sad?
Claudio Not sad, my lord.
Don Pedro How then? sick?
Claudio Neither, my lord.
Beatrice The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
Don Pedro I’ faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; though, I’ll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won: I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained: name the day of marriage, and God give thee joy!
Leonato Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and an grace say Amen to it.
Beatrice Speak, count, ’tis your cue.
Claudio Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.
Beatrice Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither.
Don Pedro In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
Beatrice Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart.
Claudio And so she doth, cousin.
Beatrice Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!
Don Pedro Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.
Beatrice I would rather have one of your father’s getting. Hath your grace ne’er a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them.
Don Pedro Will you have me, lady?
Beatrice No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every day. But, I beseech your grace, pardon me: I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
Don Pedro Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Cousins, God give you joy!
Leonato Niece, will you look to those things I told you of?
Beatrice I cry you mercy, uncle. By your grace’s pardon.
Don Pedro By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.
Leonato There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.
Don Pedro She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
Leonato O, by no means: she mocks all her wooers out of suit.
Don Pedro She were an excellent wife for Benedict.
Leonato O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.
Don Pedro County Claudio, when mean you to go to church?
Claudio To-morrow, my lord: time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Leonato Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief, too, to have all things answer my mind.
Don Pedro Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing: but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us. I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules’ labours; which is, to bring Signior Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection the one with the other. I would fain have it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.
Leonato My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights’ watchings.
Claudio And I, my lord.
Don Pedro And you too, gentle Hero?
Hero I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husband.
Don Pedro And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that I know. Thus far can I praise him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with Benedick; and I, with your two helps, will so practise on Benedick that, in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer: hi s glory shall be ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my drift.
Enter Don John and Borachio
Don John It is so; the Count Claudio shall marry the daughter of Leonato.
Borachio Yea, my lord; but I can cross it.
Don John Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure to him, and whatsoever comes athwart his affection ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage?
Borachio Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me.
Don John Show me briefly how.
Borachio I think I told your lordship a year since, how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the waiting gentlewoman to Hero.
Don John I remember.
Borachio I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night, appoint her to look out at her lady’s chamber window.
Don John What life is in that, to be the death of this marriage?
Borachio The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to the prince your brother; spare not to tell him that he hath wronged his honour in marrying the renowned Claudio — whose estimation do you mightily hold up — to a contaminated stale, such a one as Hero.
Don John What proof shall I make of that?
Borachio Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex Claudio, to undo Hero and kill Leonato. Look you for any other issue?
Don John Only to despite them, I will endeavour any thing.
Borachio Go, then; find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone: tell them that you know that Hero loves me; intend a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as — in love of your brother’s honour, who hath made this match, and his friend’s reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with the semblance of a maid — that you have discovered thus. They will scarcely believe this without trial: offer them instances; which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me at her chamber-window, hear me call Margaret Hero, hear Margaret term me Claudio; and bring them to see this the very night before the intended wedding — for in the meantime I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent — and there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero’s disloyalty that jealousy shall be called assurance and all the preparation overthrown.
Don John Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will put it in practise. Be cunning in the working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats.
Borachio Be you constant in the accusation, and my cunning shall not shame me.
Don John I will presently go learn their day of marriage.
Benedick In my chamber-window lies a book: bring it hither to me in the orchard.
Boy I am here already, sir.
Benedick I know that; but I would have thee hence, and here again.
I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by failing in love: and such a man is Claudio. I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabour and the pipe: I have known when he would have walked ten mile a-foot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and now is he turned orthography; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so converted and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may transform me to an oyster; but I’ll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool. One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that’s certain; wise, or I’ll none; virtuous, or I’ll never cheapen her; fair, or I’ll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and Monsieur Love! I will hide me in the arbour.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato
Don Pedro Come, shall we hear this music?
Claudio Yea, my good lord. How still the evening is,
As hush’d on purpose to grace harmony!
Don Pedro See you where Benedick hath hid himself?
Claudio O, very well, my lord: the music ended,
We’ll fit the kid-fox with a pennyworth.
Enter Balthasar with Music
Don Pedro Come, Balthasar, we’ll hear that song again.
Balthasar O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.
Don Pedro It is the witness still of excellency
To put a strange face on his own perfection.
I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.
Balthasar Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes,
Yet will he swear he loves.
Don Pedro Now, pray thee, come;
Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,
Do it in notes.
Balthasar Note this before my notes;
There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting.
Don Pedro Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks;
Note, notes, forsooth, and nothing.
Benedick Now, divine air! now is his soul ravished! Is it not strange that sheeps’ guts should hale souls out of men’s bodies? Well, a horn for my money, when all’s done.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, &c.
Don Pedro By my troth, a good song.
Balthasar And an ill singer, my lord.
Don Pedro Ha, no, no, faith; thou singest well enough for a shift.
Benedick An he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they would have hanged him: and I pray God his bad voice bode no mischief. I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.
Don Pedro Yea, marry, dost thou hear, Balthasar? I pray thee, get us some excellent music; for to-morrow night we would have it at the Lady Hero’s chamber-window.
Balthasar The best I can, my lord.
Don Pedro Do so: farewell.
Come hither, Leonato. What was it you told me of to-day, that your niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick?
Claudio O, ay: stalk on. stalk on; the fowl sits. I did never think that lady would have loved any man.
Leonato No, nor I neither; but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviors seemed ever to abhor.
Benedick Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?
Leonato By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it but that she loves him with an enraged affection: it is past the infinite of thought.
Don Pedro May be she doth but counterfeit.
Claudio Faith, like enough.
Leonato O God, counterfeit! There was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion as she discovers it.
Don Pedro Why, what effects of passion shows she?
Claudio Bait the hook well; this fish will bite.
Leonato What effects, my lord? She will sit you, you heard my daughter tell you how.
Claudio She did, indeed.
Don Pedro How, how, pray you? You amaze me: I would have I thought her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection.
Leonato I would have sworn it had, my lord; especially against Benedick.
Benedick I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
Claudio He hath ta’en the infection: hold it up.
Don Pedro Hath she made her affection known to Benedick?
Leonato No; and swears she never will: that’s her torment.
Claudio ’Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: ‘shall I,’ says she, ‘that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?’
Leonato This says she now when she is beginning to write to him; for she’ll be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her smock till she have writ a sheet of paper: my daughter tells us all.
Claudio Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your daughter told us of.
Leonato O, when she had writ it and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet?
Leonato O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her; ‘I measure him,’ says she, ‘by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.’
Claudio Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses; ‘O sweet Benedick! God give me patience!’
Leonato She doth indeed; my daughter says so: and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her that my daughter is sometime afeared she will do a desperate outrage to herself: it is very true.
Don Pedro It were good that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will not discover it.
Claudio To what end? He would make but a sport of it and torment the poor lady worse.
Don Pedro An he should, it were an alms to hang him. She’s an excellent sweet lady; and, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.
Claudio And she is exceeding wise.
Don Pedro In every thing but in loving Benedick.
Leonato O, my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so 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.
Don Pedro I would she had bestowed this dotage on me: I would have daffed all other respects and made her half myself. I pray you, tell Benedick of it, and hear what a’ will say.
Leonato Were it good, think you?
Claudio 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 accustomed crossness.
Don Pedro She doth well: if she should make tender of her love, ’tis very possible he’ll scorn it; for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit.
Claudio He is a very proper man.
Don Pedro He hath indeed a good outward happiness.
Claudio Before God! and, in my mind, very wise.
Don Pedro He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit.
Claudio And I take him to be valiant.
Don 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 them with a most Christian-like fear.
Leonato If he do fear God, a’ must necessarily keep peace: if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.
Don 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 I am sorry for your niece. Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love?
Claudio Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it out with good counsel.
Leonato Nay, that’s impossible: she may wear her heart out first.
Don 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 so good a lady.
Leonato My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready.
Claudio If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.
Don Pedro Let there be the same net spread for her; and that must your daughter and her gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, when they hold one an opinion of another’s dotage, and no such matter: that’s the scene that I would see, which will be merely a dumb-show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner.
Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato
Benedick [Coming forward] This can be no trick: the conference was sadly borne. They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady: it seems her affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say 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 hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair; ’tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous; ’tis so, I cannot 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. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot 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 married. Here comes Beatrice. By this day! she’s a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.
Beatrice Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
Benedick Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
Beatrice 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.
Benedick You take pleasure then in the message?
Beatrice Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife’s point and choke a daw withal. You have no stomach, signior: fare you well.
Benedick Ha! ‘Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner;’ there’s a double meaning in that ‘I 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.
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