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The primary plot of
Much Ado About Nothing
turns on the courtship and scandal involving young Hero and her suitor, Claudio, but the witty war of words between Claudio’s friend Benedick and Hero’s cousin Beatrice often takes center stage.
Set in Messina, the play begins as Don Pedro’s army returns after a victory. Benedick, a gentleman soldier, resumes a verbal duel with Beatrice, the niece of Messina’s governor, Leonato. Count Claudio is smitten by Leonato’s daughter, Hero. After Don Pedro woos her in disguise for Claudio, the two young lovers plan to marry in a week. To fill in the time until the wedding, Don Pedro and the others set about tricking Benedick and Beatrice into falling in love with each other. Meanwhile, Don Pedro’s disgruntled brother, Don John, plots to ruin Hero and halt her wedding. Claudio believes Don John’s deception, is convinced Hero has a lover, and, at the wedding, brutally rejects her.
With Hero in hiding and falsely reported dead, Beatrice persuades Benedick to fight Claudio. Tragedy is averted when the bumbling city watch, having discovered Don John’s treachery, arrives and clears Hero’s name. With Claudio forgiven, both couples are ready to get married.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Leonato
,
Governor
of
Messina
,
Hero
his
daughter
,
and
Beatrice
his
niece
,
with
a
Messenger
.
,
with
a
letter
I
learn
in
this
letter
that
Don
Pedro
of
Aragon
comes
this
night
to
Messina
.
He
is
very
near
by
this
.
He
was
not
three
leagues
off
when
I
left
him
.
How
many
gentlemen
have
you
lost
in
this
action
?
But
few
of
any
sort
,
and
none
of
name
.
A
victory
is
twice
itself
when
the
achiever
brings
home
full
numbers
.
I
find
here
that
Don
Pedro
hath
bestowed
much
honor
on
a
young
Florentine
called
Claudio
.
Much
deserved
on
his
part
,
and
equally
remembered
by
Don
Pedro
.
He
hath
borne
himself
beyond
the
promise
of
his
age
,
doing
in
the
figure
of
a
lamb
the
feats
of
a
lion
.
He
hath
indeed
better
bettered
expectation
than
you
must
expect
of
me
to
tell
you
how
.
He
hath
an
uncle
here
in
Messina
will
be
very
much
glad
of
it
.
I
have
already
delivered
him
letters
,
and
there
appears
much
joy
in
him
,
even
so
much
that
joy
could
not
show
itself
modest
enough
without
a
badge
of
bitterness
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Did
he
break
out
into
tears
?
In
great
measure
.
A
kind
overflow
of
kindness
.
There
are
no
faces
truer
than
those
that
are
so
washed
.
How
much
better
is
it
to
weep
at
joy
than
to
joy
at
weeping
!
I
pray
you
,
is
Signior
Mountanto
returned
from
the
wars
or
no
?
I
know
none
of
that
name
,
lady
.
There
was
none
such
in
the
army
of
any
sort
.
What
is
he
that
you
ask
for
,
niece
?
My
cousin
means
Signior
Benedick
of
Padua
.
O
,
he’s
returned
,
and
as
pleasant
as
ever
he
was
.
He
set
up
his
bills
here
in
Messina
and
challenged
Cupid
at
the
flight
,
and
my
uncle’s
Fool
,
reading
the
challenge
,
subscribed
for
Cupid
and
challenged
him
at
the
bird-bolt
.
I
pray
you
,
how
many
hath
he
killed
and
eaten
in
these
wars
?
But
how
many
hath
he
killed
?
For
indeed
I
promised
to
eat
all
of
his
killing
.
Faith
,
niece
,
you
tax
Signior
Benedick
too
much
,
but
he’ll
be
meet
with
you
,
I
doubt
it
not
.
He
hath
done
good
service
,
lady
,
in
these
wars
.
You
had
musty
victual
,
and
he
hath
holp
to
eat
it
.
He
is
a
very
valiant
trencherman
;
he
hath
an
excellent
stomach
.
And
a
good
soldier
too
,
lady
.
And
a
good
soldier
to
a
lady
,
but
what
is
he
to
a
lord
?
A
lord
to
a
lord
,
a
man
to
a
man
,
stuffed
with
all
honorable
virtues
.
It
is
so
indeed
.
He
is
no
less
than
a
stuffed
man
,
but
for
the
stuffing
—
well
,
we
are
all
mortal
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
You
must
not
,
sir
,
mistake
my
niece
.
There
is
a
kind
of
merry
war
betwixt
Signior
Benedick
and
her
.
They
never
meet
but
there’s
a
skirmish
of
wit
between
them
.
Alas
,
he
gets
nothing
by
that
.
In
our
last
conflict
,
four
of
his
five
wits
went
halting
off
,
and
now
is
the
whole
man
governed
with
one
,
so
that
if
he
have
wit
enough
to
keep
himself
warm
,
let
him
bear
it
for
a
difference
between
himself
and
his
horse
,
for
it
is
all
the
wealth
that
he
hath
left
to
be
known
a
reasonable
creature
.
Who
is
his
companion
now
?
He
hath
every
month
a
new
sworn
brother
.
Is
’t
possible
?
Very
easily
possible
.
He
wears
his
faith
but
as
the
fashion
of
his
hat
;
it
ever
changes
with
the
next
block
.
I
see
,
lady
,
the
gentleman
is
not
in
your
books
.
No
.
An
he
were
,
I
would
burn
my
study
.
But
I
pray
you
,
who
is
his
companion
?
Is
there
no
young
squarer
now
that
will
make
a
voyage
with
him
to
the
devil
?
He
is
most
in
the
company
of
the
right
noble
Claudio
.
O
Lord
,
he
will
hang
upon
him
like
a
disease
!
He
is
sooner
caught
than
the
pestilence
,
and
the
taker
runs
presently
mad
.
God
help
the
noble
Claudio
!
If
he
have
caught
the
Benedick
,
it
will
cost
him
a
thousand
pound
ere
he
be
cured
.
I
will
hold
friends
with
you
,
lady
.
Do
,
good
friend
.
You
will
never
run
mad
,
niece
.
No
,
not
till
a
hot
January
.
Don
Pedro
is
approached
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Enter
Don
Pedro
,
Prince
of
Aragon
,
with
Claudio
,
Benedick
,
Balthasar
,
and
John
the
Bastard
.
Good
Signior
Leonato
,
are
you
come
to
meet
your
trouble
?
The
fashion
of
the
world
is
to
avoid
cost
,
and
you
encounter
it
.
Never
came
trouble
to
my
house
in
the
likeness
of
your
Grace
,
for
trouble
being
gone
,
comfort
should
remain
,
but
when
you
depart
from
me
,
sorrow
abides
and
happiness
takes
his
leave
.
You
embrace
your
charge
too
willingly
.
Turning
to
Hero
.
I
think
this
is
your
daughter
.
Her
mother
hath
many
times
told
me
so
.
Were
you
in
doubt
,
sir
,
that
you
asked
her
?
Signior
Benedick
,
no
,
for
then
were
you
a
child
.
You
have
it
full
,
Benedick
.
We
may
guess
by
this
what
you
are
,
being
a
man
.
Truly
the
lady
fathers
herself
.
—
Be
happy
,
lady
,
for
you
are
like
an
honorable
father
.
Leonato
and
the
Prince
move
aside
.
If
Signior
Leonato
be
her
father
,
she
would
not
have
his
head
on
her
shoulders
for
all
Messina
,
as
like
him
as
she
is
.
I
wonder
that
you
will
still
be
talking
,
Signior
Benedick
,
nobody
marks
you
.
What
,
my
dear
Lady
Disdain
!
Are
you
yet
living
?
Is
it
possible
disdain
should
die
while
she
hath
such
meet
food
to
feed
it
as
Signior
Benedick
?
Courtesy
itself
must
convert
to
disdain
if
you
come
in
her
presence
.
Then
is
courtesy
a
turncoat
.
But
it
is
certain
I
am
loved
of
all
ladies
,
only
you
excepted
;
and
I
would
I
could
find
in
my
heart
that
I
had
not
a
hard
heart
,
for
truly
I
love
none
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
A
dear
happiness
to
women
.
They
would
else
have
been
troubled
with
a
pernicious
suitor
.
I
thank
God
and
my
cold
blood
I
am
of
your
humor
for
that
.
I
had
rather
hear
my
dog
bark
at
a
crow
than
a
man
swear
he
loves
me
.
God
keep
your
Ladyship
still
in
that
mind
,
so
some
gentleman
or
other
shall
’scape
a
predestinate
scratched
face
.
Scratching
could
not
make
it
worse
an
’twere
such
a
face
as
yours
were
.
Well
,
you
are
a
rare
parrot-teacher
.
A
bird
of
my
tongue
is
better
than
a
beast
of
yours
.
I
would
my
horse
had
the
speed
of
your
tongue
and
so
good
a
continuer
,
but
keep
your
way
,
i’
God’s
name
,
I
have
done
.
You
always
end
with
a
jade’s
trick
.
I
know
you
of
old
.
Leonato
and
the
Prince
come
forward
.
That
is
the
sum
of
all
,
Leonato
.
—
Signior
Claudio
and
Signior
Benedick
,
my
dear
friend
Leonato
hath
invited
you
all
.
I
tell
him
we
shall
stay
here
at
the
least
a
month
,
and
he
heartily
prays
some
occasion
may
detain
us
longer
.
I
dare
swear
he
is
no
hypocrite
,
but
prays
from
his
heart
.
If
you
swear
,
my
lord
,
you
shall
not
be
forsworn
.
To
Don
John
.
Let
me
bid
you
welcome
,
my
lord
,
being
reconciled
to
the
Prince
your
brother
,
I
owe
you
all
duty
.
I
thank
you
.
I
am
not
of
many
words
,
but
I
thank
you
.
Please
it
your
Grace
lead
on
?
Your
hand
,
Leonato
.
We
will
go
together
.
All
exit
except
Benedick
and
Claudio
.
Benedick
,
didst
thou
note
the
daughter
of
Signior
Leonato
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
I
noted
her
not
,
but
I
looked
on
her
.
Is
she
not
a
modest
young
lady
?
Do
you
question
me
as
an
honest
man
should
do
,
for
my
simple
true
judgment
?
Or
would
you
have
me
speak
after
my
custom
,
as
being
a
professed
tyrant
to
their
sex
?
No
,
I
pray
thee
,
speak
in
sober
judgment
.
Why
,
i’
faith
,
methinks
she’s
too
low
for
a
high
praise
,
too
brown
for
a
fair
praise
,
and
too
little
for
a
great
praise
.
Only
this
commendation
I
can
afford
her
,
that
were
she
other
than
she
is
,
she
were
unhandsome
,
and
being
no
other
but
as
she
is
,
I
do
not
like
her
.
Thou
thinkest
I
am
in
sport
.
I
pray
thee
tell
me
truly
how
thou
lik’st
her
.
Would
you
buy
her
that
you
enquire
after
her
?
Can
the
world
buy
such
a
jewel
?
Yea
,
and
a
case
to
put
it
into
.
But
speak
you
this
with
a
sad
brow
?
Or
do
you
play
the
flouting
jack
,
to
tell
us
Cupid
is
a
good
hare-finder
and
Vulcan
a
rare
carpenter
?
Come
,
in
what
key
shall
a
man
take
you
to
go
in
the
song
?
In
mine
eye
she
is
the
sweetest
lady
that
ever
I
looked
on
.
I
can
see
yet
without
spectacles
,
and
I
see
no
such
matter
.
There’s
her
cousin
,
an
she
were
not
possessed
with
a
fury
,
exceeds
her
as
much
in
beauty
as
the
first
of
May
doth
the
last
of
December
.
But
I
hope
you
have
no
intent
to
turn
husband
,
have
you
?
I
would
scarce
trust
myself
,
though
I
had
sworn
the
contrary
,
if
Hero
would
be
my
wife
.
Is
’t
come
to
this
?
In
faith
,
hath
not
the
world
one
man
but
he
will
wear
his
cap
with
suspicion
?
Shall
I
never
see
a
bachelor
of
threescore
ACT 1. SC. 1
again
?
Go
to
,
i’
faith
,
an
thou
wilt
needs
thrust
thy
neck
into
a
yoke
,
wear
the
print
of
it
,
and
sigh
away
Sundays
.
Look
,
Don
Pedro
is
returned
to
seek
you
.
Enter
Don
Pedro
,
Prince
of
Aragon
.
What
secret
hath
held
you
here
that
you
followed
not
to
Leonato’s
?
I
would
your
Grace
would
constrain
me
to
tell
.
I
charge
thee
on
thy
allegiance
.
You
hear
,
Count
Claudio
,
I
can
be
secret
as
a
dumb
man
,
I
would
have
you
think
so
,
but
on
my
allegiance
—
mark
you
this
,
on
my
allegiance
—
he
is
in
love
.
With
who
?
Now
,
that
is
your
Grace’s
part
.
Mark
how
short
his
answer
is
:
with
Hero
,
Leonato’s
short
daughter
.
If
this
were
so
,
so
were
it
uttered
.
Like
the
old
tale
,
my
lord
:
It
is
not
so
,
nor
’twas
not
so
,
but
,
indeed
,
God
forbid
it
should
be
so
.
If
my
passion
change
not
shortly
,
God
forbid
it
should
be
otherwise
.
Amen
,
if
you
love
her
,
for
the
lady
is
very
well
worthy
.
You
speak
this
to
fetch
me
in
,
my
lord
.
By
my
troth
,
I
speak
my
thought
.
And
in
faith
,
my
lord
,
I
spoke
mine
.
And
by
my
two
faiths
and
troths
,
my
lord
,
I
spoke
mine
.
That
I
love
her
,
I
feel
.
That
she
is
worthy
,
I
know
.
That
I
neither
feel
how
she
should
be
loved
nor
know
how
she
should
be
worthy
is
the
opinion
that
fire
cannot
melt
out
of
me
.
I
will
die
in
it
at
the
stake
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Thou
wast
ever
an
obstinate
heretic
in
the
despite
of
beauty
.
And
never
could
maintain
his
part
but
in
the
force
of
his
will
.
That
a
woman
conceived
me
,
I
thank
her
;
that
she
brought
me
up
,
I
likewise
give
her
most
humble
thanks
.
But
that
I
will
have
a
recheat
winded
in
my
forehead
or
hang
my
bugle
in
an
invisible
baldrick
,
all
women
shall
pardon
me
.
Because
I
will
not
do
them
the
wrong
to
mistrust
any
,
I
will
do
myself
the
right
to
trust
none
.
And
the
fine
is
,
for
the
which
I
may
go
the
finer
,
I
will
live
a
bachelor
.
I
shall
see
thee
,
ere
I
die
,
look
pale
with
love
.
With
anger
,
with
sickness
,
or
with
hunger
,
my
lord
,
not
with
love
.
Prove
that
ever
I
lose
more
blood
with
love
than
I
will
get
again
with
drinking
,
pick
out
mine
eyes
with
a
ballad-maker’s
pen
and
hang
me
up
at
the
door
of
a
brothel
house
for
the
sign
of
blind
Cupid
.
Well
,
if
ever
thou
dost
fall
from
this
faith
,
thou
wilt
prove
a
notable
argument
.
If
I
do
,
hang
me
in
a
bottle
like
a
cat
and
shoot
at
me
,
and
he
that
hits
me
,
let
him
be
clapped
on
the
shoulder
and
called
Adam
.
Well
,
as
time
shall
try
.
In
time
the
savage
bull
doth
bear
the
yoke
.
The
savage
bull
may
,
but
if
ever
the
sensible
Benedick
bear
it
,
pluck
off
the
bull’s
horns
and
set
them
in
my
forehead
,
and
let
me
be
vilely
painted
,
and
in
such
great
letters
as
they
write
Here
is
good
horse
to
hire
let
them
signify
under
my
sign
Here
you
may
see
Benedick
the
married
man
.
If
this
should
ever
happen
,
thou
wouldst
be
horn-mad
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Nay
,
if
Cupid
have
not
spent
all
his
quiver
in
Venice
,
thou
wilt
quake
for
this
shortly
.
I
look
for
an
earthquake
too
,
then
.
Well
,
you
will
temporize
with
the
hours
.
In
the
meantime
,
good
Signior
Benedick
,
repair
to
Leonato’s
.
Commend
me
to
him
,
and
tell
him
I
will
not
fail
him
at
supper
,
for
indeed
he
hath
made
great
preparation
.
I
have
almost
matter
enough
in
me
for
such
an
embassage
,
and
so
I
commit
you
—
To
the
tuition
of
God
.
From
my
house
,
if
I
had
it
—
The
sixth
of
July
.
Your
loving
friend
,
Benedick
.
Nay
,
mock
not
,
mock
not
.
The
body
of
your
discourse
is
sometimes
guarded
with
fragments
,
and
the
guards
are
but
slightly
basted
on
neither
.
Ere
you
flout
old
ends
any
further
,
examine
your
conscience
.
And
so
I
leave
you
.
He
exits
.
My
liege
,
your
Highness
now
may
do
me
good
.
My
love
is
thine
to
teach
.
Teach
it
but
how
,
And
thou
shalt
see
how
apt
it
is
to
learn
Any
hard
lesson
that
may
do
thee
good
.
Hath
Leonato
any
son
,
my
lord
?
No
child
but
Hero
;
she’s
his
only
heir
.
Dost
thou
affect
her
,
Claudio
?
O
,
my
lord
,
When
you
went
onward
on
this
ended
action
,
I
looked
upon
her
with
a
soldier’s
eye
,
That
liked
,
but
had
a
rougher
task
in
hand
Than
to
drive
liking
to
the
name
of
love
.
But
now
I
am
returned
and
that
war
thoughts
ACT 1. SC. 1
Have
left
their
places
vacant
,
in
their
rooms
Come
thronging
soft
and
delicate
desires
,
All
prompting
me
how
fair
young
Hero
is
,
Saying
I
liked
her
ere
I
went
to
wars
.
Thou
wilt
be
like
a
lover
presently
And
tire
the
hearer
with
a
book
of
words
.
If
thou
dost
love
fair
Hero
,
cherish
it
,
And
I
will
break
with
her
and
with
her
father
,
And
thou
shalt
have
her
.
Was
’t
not
to
this
end
That
thou
began’st
to
twist
so
fine
a
story
?
How
sweetly
you
do
minister
to
love
,
That
know
love’s
grief
by
his
complexion
!
But
lest
my
liking
might
too
sudden
seem
,
I
would
have
salved
it
with
a
longer
treatise
.
What
need
the
bridge
much
broader
than
the
flood
?
The
fairest
grant
is
the
necessity
.
Look
what
will
serve
is
fit
.
’Tis
once
,
thou
lovest
,
And
I
will
fit
thee
with
the
remedy
.
I
know
we
shall
have
reveling
tonight
.
I
will
assume
thy
part
in
some
disguise
And
tell
fair
Hero
I
am
Claudio
,
And
in
her
bosom
I’ll
unclasp
my
heart
And
take
her
hearing
prisoner
with
the
force
And
strong
encounter
of
my
amorous
tale
.
Then
after
to
her
father
will
I
break
,
And
the
conclusion
is
,
she
shall
be
thine
.
In
practice
let
us
put
it
presently
.
They
exit
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Leonato
,
meeting
an
old
man
,
brother
to
Leonato
.
How
now
,
brother
,
where
is
my
cousin
,
your
son
?
Hath
he
provided
this
music
?
He
is
very
busy
about
it
.
But
,
brother
,
I
can
tell
you
strange
news
that
you
yet
dreamt
not
of
.
Are
they
good
?
As
the
events
stamps
them
,
but
they
have
a
good
cover
;
they
show
well
outward
.
The
Prince
and
Count
Claudio
,
walking
in
a
thick-pleached
alley
in
mine
orchard
,
were
thus
much
overheard
by
a
man
of
mine
:
the
Prince
discovered
to
Claudio
that
he
loved
my
niece
your
daughter
and
meant
to
acknowledge
it
this
night
in
a
dance
,
and
if
he
found
her
accordant
,
he
meant
to
take
the
present
time
by
the
top
and
instantly
break
with
you
of
it
.
Hath
the
fellow
any
wit
that
told
you
this
?
A
good
sharp
fellow
.
I
will
send
for
him
,
and
question
him
yourself
.
No
,
no
,
we
will
hold
it
as
a
dream
till
it
appear
itself
.
But
I
will
acquaint
my
daughter
withal
,
that
she
may
be
the
better
prepared
for
an
answer
,
if
peradventure
this
be
true
.
Go
you
and
tell
her
of
it
.
Enter
Antonio’s
son
,
with
a
Musician
and
Attendants
.
Cousins
,
you
know
what
you
have
to
do
.
—
O
,
I
cry
you
mercy
,
friend
.
Go
you
with
me
and
I
will
use
your
skill
.
—
Good
cousin
,
have
a
care
this
busy
time
.
They
exit
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Sir
John
the
Bastard
,
and
Conrade
,
his
companion
.
What
the
goodyear
,
my
lord
,
why
are
you
thus
out
of
measure
sad
?
There
is
no
measure
in
the
occasion
that
breeds
.
Therefore
the
sadness
is
without
limit
.
You
should
hear
reason
.
And
when
I
have
heard
it
,
what
blessing
brings
it
?
If
not
a
present
remedy
,
at
least
a
patient
sufferance
.
I
wonder
that
thou
,
being
,
as
thou
sayst
thou
art
,
born
under
Saturn
,
goest
about
to
apply
a
moral
medicine
to
a
mortifying
mischief
.
I
cannot
hide
what
I
am
.
I
must
be
sad
when
I
have
cause
,
and
smile
at
no
man’s
jests
;
eat
when
I
have
stomach
,
and
wait
for
no
man’s
leisure
;
sleep
when
I
am
drowsy
,
and
tend
on
no
man’s
business
;
laugh
when
I
am
merry
,
and
claw
no
man
in
his
humor
.
Yea
,
but
you
must
not
make
the
full
show
of
this
till
you
may
do
it
without
controlment
.
You
have
of
late
stood
out
against
your
brother
,
and
he
hath
ta’en
you
newly
into
his
grace
,
where
it
is
impossible
you
should
take
true
root
but
by
the
fair
weather
that
you
make
yourself
.
It
is
needful
that
you
frame
the
season
for
your
own
harvest
.
I
had
rather
be
a
canker
in
a
hedge
than
a
rose
in
his
grace
,
and
it
better
fits
my
blood
to
be
disdained
of
all
than
to
fashion
a
carriage
to
rob
love
from
any
.
In
this
,
though
I
cannot
be
said
to
be
a
flattering
honest
man
,
it
must
not
be
denied
but
I
am
a
plain-dealing
villain
.
I
am
trusted
with
a
muzzle
and
enfranchised
with
a
clog
;
therefore
I
have
decreed
not
to
sing
in
my
cage
.
If
I
had
my
ACT 1. SC. 3
mouth
,
I
would
bite
;
if
I
had
my
liberty
,
I
would
do
my
liking
.
In
the
meantime
,
let
me
be
that
I
am
,
and
seek
not
to
alter
me
.
Can
you
make
no
use
of
your
discontent
?
I
make
all
use
of
it
,
for
I
use
it
only
.
Who
comes
here
?
Enter
Borachio
.
What
news
,
Borachio
?
I
came
yonder
from
a
great
supper
.
The
Prince
your
brother
is
royally
entertained
by
Leonato
,
and
I
can
give
you
intelligence
of
an
intended
marriage
.
Will
it
serve
for
any
model
to
build
mischief
on
?
What
is
he
for
a
fool
that
betroths
himself
to
unquietness
?
Marry
,
it
is
your
brother’s
right
hand
.
Who
,
the
most
exquisite
Claudio
?
Even
he
.
A
proper
squire
.
And
who
,
and
who
?
Which
way
looks
he
?
Marry
,
on
Hero
,
the
daughter
and
heir
of
Leonato
.
A
very
forward
March
chick
!
How
came
you
to
this
?
Being
entertained
for
a
perfumer
,
as
I
was
smoking
a
musty
room
,
comes
me
the
Prince
and
Claudio
,
hand
in
hand
,
in
sad
conference
.
I
whipped
me
behind
the
arras
,
and
there
heard
it
agreed
upon
that
the
Prince
should
woo
Hero
for
himself
,
and
having
obtained
her
,
give
her
to
Count
Claudio
.
Come
,
come
,
let
us
thither
.
This
may
prove
food
to
my
displeasure
.
That
young
start-up
hath
all
the
glory
of
my
overthrow
.
If
I
can
cross
him
any
ACT 1. SC. 3
way
,
I
bless
myself
every
way
.
You
are
both
sure
,
and
will
assist
me
?
To
the
death
,
my
lord
.
Let
us
to
the
great
supper
.
Their
cheer
is
the
greater
that
I
am
subdued
.
Would
the
cook
were
o’
my
mind
!
Shall
we
go
prove
what’s
to
be
done
?
We’ll
wait
upon
your
Lordship
.
They
exit
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
Leonato
,
his
brother
,
Hero
his
daughter
,
and
Beatrice
his
niece
,
with
Ursula
and
Margaret
.
Was
not
Count
John
here
at
supper
?
I
saw
him
not
.
How
tartly
that
gentleman
looks
!
I
never
can
see
him
but
I
am
heartburned
an
hour
after
.
He
is
of
a
very
melancholy
disposition
.
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
.
Then
half
Signior
Benedick’s
tongue
in
Count
John’s
mouth
,
and
half
Count
John’s
melancholy
in
Signior
Benedick’s
face
—
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
he
could
get
her
goodwill
.
By
my
troth
,
niece
,
thou
wilt
never
get
thee
a
husband
if
thou
be
so
shrewd
of
thy
tongue
.
In
faith
,
she’s
too
curst
.
Too
curst
is
more
than
curst
.
I
shall
lessen
God’s
sending
that
way
,
for
it
is
said
God
sends
a
ACT 2. SC. 1
curst
cow
short
horns
,
but
to
a
cow
too
curst
,
he
sends
none
.
So
,
by
being
too
curst
,
God
will
send
you
no
horns
.
Just
,
if
He
he
send
me
no
husband
,
for
the
which
blessing
I
am
at
Him
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
woolen
!
You
may
light
on
a
husband
that
hath
no
beard
.
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
bearherd
,
and
lead
his
apes
into
hell
.
Well
then
,
go
you
into
hell
?
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
.
,
to
Hero
Well
,
niece
,
I
trust
you
will
be
ruled
by
your
father
.
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
.
Well
,
niece
,
I
hope
to
see
you
one
day
fitted
with
a
husband
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Not
till
God
make
men
of
some
other
metal
than
earth
.
Would
it
not
grieve
a
woman
to
be
overmastered
with
a
piece
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
.
,
to
Hero
Daughter
,
remember
what
I
told
you
.
If
the
Prince
do
solicit
you
in
that
kind
,
you
know
your
answer
.
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
everything
,
and
so
dance
out
the
answer
.
For
hear
me
,
Hero
,
wooing
,
wedding
,
and
repenting
is
as
a
Scotch
jig
,
a
measure
,
and
a
cinquepace
.
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
cinquepace
faster
and
faster
till
he
sink
into
his
grave
.
Cousin
,
you
apprehend
passing
shrewdly
.
I
have
a
good
eye
,
uncle
;
I
can
see
a
church
by
daylight
.
The
revelers
are
entering
,
brother
.
Make
good
room
.
Leonato
and
his
brother
step
aside
.
Enter
,
with
a
Drum
,
Prince
Pedro
,
Claudio
,
and
Benedick
,
Signior
Antonio
,
and
Balthasar
,
all
in
masks
,
with
Borachio
and
Don
John
.
,
to
Hero
Lady
,
will
you
walk
a
bout
with
your
friend
?
They
begin
to
dance
.
So
you
walk
softly
,
and
look
sweetly
,
and
say
nothing
,
I
am
yours
for
the
walk
,
and
especially
when
I
walk
away
.
With
me
in
your
company
?
I
may
say
so
when
I
please
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
And
when
please
you
to
say
so
?
When
I
like
your
favor
,
for
God
defend
the
lute
should
be
like
the
case
.
My
visor
is
Philemon’s
roof
;
within
the
house
is
Jove
.
Why
,
then
,
your
visor
should
be
thatched
.
Speak
low
if
you
speak
love
.
They
move
aside
;
Benedick
and
Margaret
move
forward
.
,
to
Margaret
Well
,
I
would
you
did
like
me
.
So
would
not
I
for
your
own
sake
,
for
I
have
many
ill
qualities
.
Which
is
one
?
I
say
my
prayers
aloud
.
I
love
you
the
better
;
the
hearers
may
cry
Amen
.
God
match
me
with
a
good
dancer
.
They
separate
;
Benedick
moves
aside
;
Balthasar
moves
forward
.
Amen
.
And
God
keep
him
out
of
my
sight
when
the
dance
is
done
.
Answer
,
clerk
.
No
more
words
.
The
clerk
is
answered
.
They
move
aside
;
Ursula
and
Antonio
move
forward
.
I
know
you
well
enough
.
You
are
Signior
Antonio
.
At
a
word
,
I
am
not
.
I
know
you
by
the
waggling
of
your
head
.
To
tell
you
true
,
I
counterfeit
him
.
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
.
At
a
word
,
I
am
not
.
Come
,
come
,
do
you
think
I
do
not
know
you
by
your
excellent
wit
?
Can
virtue
hide
itself
?
Go
to
,
ACT 2. SC. 1
mum
,
you
are
he
.
Graces
will
appear
,
and
there’s
an
end
.
They
move
aside
;
Benedick
and
Beatrice
move
forward
.
Will
you
not
tell
me
who
told
you
so
?
No
,
you
shall
pardon
me
.
Nor
will
you
not
tell
me
who
you
are
?
Not
now
.
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
.
What’s
he
?
I
am
sure
you
know
him
well
enough
.
Not
I
,
believe
me
.
Did
he
never
make
you
laugh
?
I
pray
you
,
what
is
he
?
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
villainy
,
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
.
When
I
know
the
gentleman
,
I’ll
tell
him
what
you
say
.
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
.
Music
for
the
dance
.
We
must
follow
the
leaders
.
In
every
good
thing
.
Nay
,
if
they
lead
to
any
ill
,
I
will
leave
them
at
the
next
turning
.
Dance
.
Then
exit
all
except
Don
John
,
Borachio
,
and
Claudio
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
,
to
Borachio
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
.
And
that
is
Claudio
.
I
know
him
by
his
bearing
.
,
to
Claudio
Are
not
you
Signior
Benedick
?
You
know
me
well
.
I
am
he
.
Signior
,
you
are
very
near
my
brother
in
his
love
.
He
is
enamored
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
.
How
know
you
he
loves
her
?
I
heard
him
swear
his
affection
.
So
did
I
too
,
and
he
swore
he
would
marry
her
tonight
.
Come
,
let
us
to
the
banquet
.
They
exit
.
Claudio
remains
.
,
unmasking
Thus
answer
I
in
name
of
Benedick
,
But
hear
these
ill
news
with
the
ears
of
Claudio
.
’Tis
certain
so
.
The
Prince
woos
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
.
Enter
Benedick
.
Count
Claudio
?
Yea
,
the
same
.
Come
,
will
you
go
with
me
?
Whither
?
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
.
I
wish
him
joy
of
her
.
Why
,
that’s
spoken
like
an
honest
drover
;
so
they
sell
bullocks
.
But
did
you
think
the
Prince
would
have
served
you
thus
?
I
pray
you
,
leave
me
.
Ho
,
now
you
strike
like
the
blind
man
.
’Twas
the
boy
that
stole
your
meat
,
and
you’ll
beat
the
post
.
If
it
will
not
be
,
I’ll
leave
you
.
He
exits
.
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
.
Enter
the
Prince
,
Hero
,
and
Leonato
.
Now
,
signior
,
where’s
the
Count
?
Did
you
see
him
?
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
goodwill
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
.
To
be
whipped
?
What’s
his
fault
?
ACT 2. SC. 1
The
flat
transgression
of
a
schoolboy
who
,
being
overjoyed
with
finding
a
bird’s
nest
,
shows
it
his
companion
,
and
he
steals
it
.
Wilt
thou
make
a
trust
a
transgression
?
The
transgression
is
in
the
stealer
.
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
bird’s
nest
.
I
will
but
teach
them
to
sing
and
restore
them
to
the
owner
.
If
their
singing
answer
your
saying
,
by
my
faith
,
you
say
honestly
.
The
Lady
Beatrice
hath
a
quarrel
to
you
.
The
gentleman
that
danced
with
her
told
her
she
is
much
wronged
by
you
.
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
had
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
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
.
Enter
Claudio
and
Beatrice
.
Look
,
here
she
comes
.
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
toothpicker
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
Pygmies
,
rather
than
hold
three
words’
conference
with
this
harpy
.
You
have
no
employment
for
me
?
None
but
to
desire
your
good
company
.
O
God
,
sir
,
here’s
a
dish
I
love
not
!
I
cannot
endure
my
Lady
Tongue
.
He
exits
.
,
to
Beatrice
Come
,
lady
,
come
,
you
have
lost
the
heart
of
Signior
Benedick
.
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
.
You
have
put
him
down
,
lady
,
you
have
put
him
down
.
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
.
Why
,
how
now
,
count
,
wherefore
are
you
sad
?
Not
sad
,
my
lord
.
How
then
,
sick
?
Neither
,
my
lord
.
The
Count
is
neither
sad
,
nor
sick
,
nor
merry
,
ACT 2. SC. 1
nor
well
,
but
civil
count
,
civil
as
an
orange
,
and
something
of
that
jealous
complexion
.
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
goodwill
obtained
.
Name
the
day
of
marriage
,
and
God
give
thee
joy
.
Count
,
take
of
me
my
daughter
,
and
with
her
my
fortunes
.
His
Grace
hath
made
the
match
,
and
all
grace
say
Amen
to
it
.
Speak
,
count
,
’tis
your
cue
.
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
.
Speak
,
cousin
,
or
,
if
you
cannot
,
stop
his
mouth
with
a
kiss
and
let
not
him
speak
neither
.
In
faith
,
lady
,
you
have
a
merry
heart
.
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
.
And
so
she
doth
,
cousin
.
Good
Lord
for
alliance
!
Thus
goes
everyone
to
the
world
but
I
,
and
I
am
sunburnt
.
I
may
sit
in
a
corner
and
cry
Heigh-ho
for
a
husband
!
Lady
Beatrice
,
I
will
get
you
one
.
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
.
Will
you
have
me
,
lady
?
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Your
silence
most
offends
me
,
and
to
be
merry
best
becomes
you
,
for
out
o’
question
you
were
born
in
a
merry
hour
.
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
!
Niece
,
will
you
look
to
those
things
I
told
you
of
?
I
cry
you
mercy
,
uncle
.
—
By
your
Grace’s
pardon
.
Beatrice
exits
.
By
my
troth
,
a
pleasant-spirited
lady
.
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
dreamt
of
unhappiness
and
waked
herself
with
laughing
.
She
cannot
endure
to
hear
tell
of
a
husband
.
O
,
by
no
means
.
She
mocks
all
her
wooers
out
of
suit
.
She
were
an
excellent
wife
for
Benedick
.
O
Lord
,
my
lord
,
if
they
were
but
a
week
married
,
they
would
talk
themselves
mad
.
County
Claudio
,
when
mean
you
to
go
to
church
?
Tomorrow
,
my
lord
.
Time
goes
on
crutches
till
love
have
all
his
rites
.
Not
till
Monday
,
my
dear
son
,
which
is
hence
a
just
sevennight
,
and
a
time
too
brief
,
too
,
to
have
all
things
answer
my
mind
.
,
to
Claudio
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’
labors
,
which
is
to
bring
Signior
Benedick
and
the
Lady
Beatrice
into
a
mountain
of
affection
,
th’
one
with
th’
other
.
I
would
fain
have
it
a
match
,
and
I
doubt
not
but
to
ACT 2. SC. 2
fashion
it
,
if
you
three
will
but
minister
such
assistance
as
I
shall
give
you
direction
.
My
lord
,
I
am
for
you
,
though
it
cost
me
ten
nights’
watchings
.
And
I
,
my
lord
.
And
you
too
,
gentle
Hero
?
I
will
do
any
modest
office
,
my
lord
,
to
help
my
cousin
to
a
good
husband
.
And
Benedick
is
not
the
unhopefullest
husband
that
I
know
.
Thus
far
can
I
praise
him
:
he
is
of
a
noble
strain
,
of
approved
valor
,
and
confirmed
honesty
.
I
will
teach
you
how
to
humor
your
cousin
that
she
shall
fall
in
love
with
Benedick
.
—
And
I
,
with
your
two
helps
,
will
so
practice
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
;
his
glory
shall
be
ours
,
for
we
are
the
only
love
gods
.
Go
in
with
me
,
and
I
will
tell
you
my
drift
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Don
John
and
Borachio
.
It
is
so
.
The
Count
Claudio
shall
marry
the
daughter
of
Leonato
.
Yea
,
my
lord
,
but
I
can
cross
it
.
Any
bar
,
any
cross
,
any
impediment
will
be
med’cinable
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
?
Not
honestly
,
my
lord
,
but
so
covertly
that
no
dishonesty
shall
appear
in
me
.
Show
me
briefly
how
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
I
think
I
told
your
Lordship
a
year
since
,
how
much
I
am
in
the
favor
of
Margaret
,
the
waiting
gentlewoman
to
Hero
.
I
remember
.
I
can
,
at
any
unseasonable
instant
of
the
night
,
appoint
her
to
look
out
at
her
lady’s
chamber
window
.
What
life
is
in
that
to
be
the
death
of
this
marriage
?
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
honor
in
marrying
the
renowned
Claudio
,
whose
estimation
do
you
mightily
hold
up
,
to
a
contaminated
stale
,
such
a
one
as
Hero
.
What
proof
shall
I
make
of
that
?
Proof
enough
to
misuse
the
Prince
,
to
vex
Claudio
,
to
undo
Hero
,
and
kill
Leonato
.
Look
you
for
any
other
issue
?
Only
to
despite
them
I
will
endeavor
anything
.
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
honor
,
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
ACT 2. SC. 3
of
Hero’s
disloyalty
that
jealousy
shall
be
called
assurance
and
all
the
preparation
overthrown
.
Grow
this
to
what
adverse
issue
it
can
,
I
will
put
it
in
practice
.
Be
cunning
in
the
working
this
,
and
thy
fee
is
a
thousand
ducats
.
Be
you
constant
in
the
accusation
,
and
my
cunning
shall
not
shame
me
.
I
will
presently
go
learn
their
day
of
marriage
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Benedick
alone
.
Boy
!
Enter
Boy
.
Signior
?
In
my
chamber
window
lies
a
book
.
Bring
it
hither
to
me
in
the
orchard
.
I
am
here
already
,
sir
.
I
know
that
,
but
I
would
have
thee
hence
and
here
again
.
Boy
exits
.
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
falling
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
tabor
and
the
pipe
;
I
have
known
when
he
would
have
walked
ten
mile
afoot
to
see
a
good
armor
,
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
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
color
it
please
God
.
Ha
!
The
Prince
and
Monsieur
Love
!
I
will
hide
me
in
the
arbor
.
He
hides
.
Enter
Prince
,
Leonato
,
Claudio
,
and
Balthasar
with
music
.
Come
,
shall
we
hear
this
music
?
Yea
,
my
good
lord
.
How
still
the
evening
is
,
As
hushed
on
purpose
to
grace
harmony
!
,
aside
to
Claudio
See
you
where
Benedick
hath
hid
himself
?
,
aside
to
Prince
O
,
very
well
my
lord
.
The
music
ended
,
We’ll
fit
the
kid-fox
with
a
pennyworth
.
Come
,
Balthasar
,
we’ll
hear
that
song
again
.
O
,
good
my
lord
,
tax
not
so
bad
a
voice
To
slander
music
any
more
than
once
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
.
Because
you
talk
of
wooing
,
I
will
sing
,
Since
many
a
wooer
doth
commence
his
suit
To
her
he
thinks
not
worthy
,
yet
he
woos
,
Yet
will
he
swear
he
loves
.
Nay
,
pray
thee
,
come
,
Or
if
thou
wilt
hold
longer
argument
,
Do
it
in
notes
.
Note
this
before
my
notes
:
There’s
not
a
note
of
mine
that’s
worth
the
noting
.
Why
,
these
are
very
crotchets
that
he
speaks
!
Note
notes
,
forsooth
,
and
nothing
.
Music
plays
.
,
aside
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
.
sings
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
mo
,
Of
dumps
so
dull
and
heavy
.
The
fraud
of
men
was
ever
so
,
Since
summer
first
was
leavy
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
Then
sigh
not
so
,
but
let
them
go
,
And
be
you
blithe
and
bonny
,
Converting
all
your
sounds
of
woe
Into
Hey
,
nonny
nonny
.
By
my
troth
,
a
good
song
.
And
an
ill
singer
,
my
lord
.
Ha
,
no
,
no
,
faith
,
thou
sing’st
well
enough
for
a
shift
.
,
aside
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
.
Yea
,
marry
,
dost
thou
hear
,
Balthasar
?
I
pray
thee
get
us
some
excellent
music
,
for
tomorrow
night
we
would
have
it
at
the
Lady
Hero’s
chamber
window
.
The
best
I
can
,
my
lord
.
Do
so
.
Farewell
.
Balthasar
exits
.
Come
hither
,
Leonato
.
What
was
it
you
told
me
of
today
,
that
your
niece
Beatrice
was
in
love
with
Signior
Benedick
?
O
,
ay
.
Aside
to
Prince
.
Stalk
on
,
stalk
on
;
the
fowl
sits
.
—
I
did
never
think
that
lady
would
have
loved
any
man
.
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
.
,
aside
Is
’t
possible
?
Sits
the
wind
in
that
corner
?
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
.
Maybe
she
doth
but
counterfeit
.
Faith
,
like
enough
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
O
God
!
Counterfeit
?
There
was
never
counterfeit
of
passion
came
so
near
the
life
of
passion
as
she
discovers
it
.
Why
,
what
effects
of
passion
shows
she
?
,
aside
to
Leonato
Bait
the
hook
well
;
this
fish
will
bite
.
What
effects
,
my
lord
?
She
will
sit
you
—
you
heard
my
daughter
tell
you
how
.
She
did
indeed
.
How
,
how
I
pray
you
?
You
amaze
me
.
I
would
have
thought
her
spirit
had
been
invincible
against
all
assaults
of
affection
.
I
would
have
sworn
it
had
,
my
lord
,
especially
against
Benedick
.
,
aside
I
should
think
this
a
gull
but
that
the
white-bearded
fellow
speaks
it
.
Knavery
cannot
,
sure
,
hide
himself
in
such
reverence
.
,
aside
to
Prince
He
hath
ta’en
th’
infection
.
Hold
it
up
.
Hath
she
made
her
affection
known
to
Benedick
?
No
,
and
swears
she
never
will
.
That’s
her
torment
.
’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
?
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
.
Now
you
talk
of
a
sheet
of
paper
,
I
remember
a
pretty
jest
your
daughter
told
us
of
.
O
,
when
she
had
writ
it
and
was
reading
it
over
,
she
found
Benedick
and
Beatrice
between
the
sheet
?
That
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
.
Then
down
upon
her
knees
she
falls
,
weeps
,
sobs
,
beats
her
heart
,
tears
her
hair
,
prays
,
curses
:
O
sweet
Benedick
,
God
give
me
patience
!
She
doth
indeed
,
my
daughter
says
so
,
and
the
ecstasy
hath
so
much
overborne
her
that
my
daughter
is
sometimes
afeared
she
will
do
a
desperate
outrage
to
herself
.
It
is
very
true
.
It
were
good
that
Benedick
knew
of
it
by
some
other
,
if
she
will
not
discover
it
.
To
what
end
?
He
would
make
but
a
sport
of
it
and
torment
the
poor
lady
worse
.
An
he
should
,
it
were
an
alms
to
hang
him
.
She’s
an
excellent
sweet
lady
,
and
,
out
of
all
suspicion
,
she
is
virtuous
.
And
she
is
exceeding
wise
.
In
everything
but
in
loving
Benedick
.
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
.
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
he
will
say
.
Were
it
good
,
think
you
?
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
.
He
is
a
very
proper
man
.
He
hath
indeed
a
good
outward
happiness
.
Before
God
,
and
in
my
mind
,
very
wise
.
He
doth
indeed
show
some
sparks
that
are
like
wit
.
And
I
take
him
to
be
valiant
.
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
Christianlike
fear
.
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
.
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
?
Never
tell
him
,
my
lord
,
let
her
wear
it
out
with
good
counsel
.
Nay
,
that’s
impossible
;
she
may
wear
her
heart
out
first
.
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
.
My
lord
,
will
you
walk
?
Dinner
is
ready
.
Leonato
,
Prince
,
and
Claudio
begin
to
exit
.
,
aside
to
Prince
and
Leonato
If
he
do
not
dote
on
her
upon
this
,
I
will
never
trust
my
expectation
.
,
aside
to
Leonato
Let
there
be
the
same
net
spread
for
her
,
and
that
must
your
daughter
and
her
gentlewomen
carry
.
The
sport
will
be
when
they
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
.
Prince
,
Leonato
,
and
Claudio
exit
.
,
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
humor
?
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
.
Enter
Beatrice
.
Against
my
will
,
I
am
sent
to
bid
you
come
in
to
dinner
.
Fair
Beatrice
,
I
thank
you
for
your
pains
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
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
.
You
take
pleasure
then
in
the
message
?
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
.
She
exits
.
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
.
He
exits
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Hero
and
two
gentlewomen
,
Margaret
and
Ursula
.
Good
Margaret
,
run
thee
to
the
parlor
.
There
shalt
thou
find
my
cousin
Beatrice
Proposing
with
the
Prince
and
Claudio
.
Whisper
her
ear
and
tell
her
I
and
Ursula
Walk
in
the
orchard
,
and
our
whole
discourse
Is
all
of
her
.
Say
that
thou
overheardst
us
,
And
bid
her
steal
into
the
pleachèd
bower
Where
honeysuckles
ripened
by
the
sun
Forbid
the
sun
to
enter
,
like
favorites
,
Made
proud
by
princes
,
that
advance
their
pride
Against
that
power
that
bred
it
.
There
will
she
hide
her
To
listen
our
propose
.
This
is
thy
office
.
Bear
thee
well
in
it
,
and
leave
us
alone
.
I’ll
make
her
come
,
I
warrant
you
,
presently
.
She
exits
.
Now
,
Ursula
,
when
Beatrice
doth
come
,
As
we
do
trace
this
alley
up
and
down
,
Our
talk
must
only
be
of
Benedick
.
When
I
do
name
him
,
let
it
be
thy
part
To
praise
him
more
than
ever
man
did
merit
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
My
talk
to
thee
must
be
how
Benedick
Is
sick
in
love
with
Beatrice
.
Of
this
matter
Is
little
Cupid’s
crafty
arrow
made
,
That
only
wounds
by
hearsay
.
Now
begin
,
For
look
where
Beatrice
like
a
lapwing
runs
Close
by
the
ground
,
to
hear
our
conference
.
Enter
Beatrice
,
who
hides
in
the
bower
.
,
aside
to
Hero
The
pleasant’st
angling
is
to
see
the
fish
Cut
with
her
golden
oars
the
silver
stream
And
greedily
devour
the
treacherous
bait
.
So
angle
we
for
Beatrice
,
who
even
now
Is
couchèd
in
the
woodbine
coverture
.
Fear
you
not
my
part
of
the
dialogue
.
,
aside
to
Ursula
Then
go
we
near
her
,
that
her
ear
lose
nothing
Of
the
false
sweet
bait
that
we
lay
for
it
.
—
They
walk
near
the
bower
.
No
,
truly
,
Ursula
,
she
is
too
disdainful
.
I
know
her
spirits
are
as
coy
and
wild
As
haggards
of
the
rock
.
But
are
you
sure
That
Benedick
loves
Beatrice
so
entirely
?
So
says
the
Prince
and
my
new-trothèd
lord
.
And
did
they
bid
you
tell
her
of
it
,
madam
?
They
did
entreat
me
to
acquaint
her
of
it
,
But
I
persuaded
them
,
if
they
loved
Benedick
,
To
wish
him
wrestle
with
affection
And
never
to
let
Beatrice
know
of
it
.
Why
did
you
so
?
Doth
not
the
gentleman
ACT 3. SC. 1
Deserve
as
full
as
fortunate
a
bed
As
ever
Beatrice
shall
couch
upon
?
O
god
of
love
!
I
know
he
doth
deserve
As
much
as
may
be
yielded
to
a
man
,
But
Nature
never
framed
a
woman’s
heart
Of
prouder
stuff
than
that
of
Beatrice
.
Disdain
and
scorn
ride
sparkling
in
her
eyes
,
Misprizing
what
they
look
on
,
and
her
wit
Values
itself
so
highly
that
to
her
All
matter
else
seems
weak
.
She
cannot
love
,
Nor
take
no
shape
nor
project
of
affection
,
She
is
so
self-endeared
.
Sure
,
I
think
so
,
And
therefore
certainly
it
were
not
good
She
knew
his
love
,
lest
she’ll
make
sport
at
it
.
Why
,
you
speak
truth
.
I
never
yet
saw
man
,
How
wise
,
how
noble
,
young
,
how
rarely
featured
,
But
she
would
spell
him
backward
.
If
fair-faced
,
She
would
swear
the
gentleman
should
be
her
sister
;
If
black
,
why
,
Nature
,
drawing
of
an
antic
,
Made
a
foul
blot
;
if
tall
,
a
lance
ill-headed
;
If
low
,
an
agate
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
side
out
,
And
never
gives
to
truth
and
virtue
that
Which
simpleness
and
merit
purchaseth
.
Sure
,
sure
,
such
carping
is
not
commendable
.
No
,
not
to
be
so
odd
and
from
all
fashions
As
Beatrice
is
cannot
be
commendable
.
But
who
dare
tell
her
so
?
If
I
should
speak
,
ACT 3. SC. 1
She
would
mock
me
into
air
.
O
,
she
would
laugh
me
Out
of
myself
,
press
me
to
death
with
wit
.
Therefore
let
Benedick
,
like
covered
fire
,
Consume
away
in
sighs
,
waste
inwardly
.
It
were
a
better
death
than
die
with
mocks
,
Which
is
as
bad
as
die
with
tickling
.
Yet
tell
her
of
it
.
Hear
what
she
will
say
.
No
,
rather
I
will
go
to
Benedick
And
counsel
him
to
fight
against
his
passion
;
And
truly
I’ll
devise
some
honest
slanders
To
stain
my
cousin
with
.
One
doth
not
know
How
much
an
ill
word
may
empoison
liking
.
O
,
do
not
do
your
cousin
such
a
wrong
!
She
cannot
be
so
much
without
true
judgment
,
Having
so
swift
and
excellent
a
wit
As
she
is
prized
to
have
,
as
to
refuse
So
rare
a
gentleman
as
Signior
Benedick
.
He
is
the
only
man
of
Italy
,
Always
excepted
my
dear
Claudio
.
I
pray
you
be
not
angry
with
me
,
madam
,
Speaking
my
fancy
:
Signior
Benedick
,
For
shape
,
for
bearing
,
argument
,
and
valor
,
Goes
foremost
in
report
through
Italy
.
Indeed
,
he
hath
an
excellent
good
name
.
His
excellence
did
earn
it
ere
he
had
it
.
When
are
you
married
,
madam
?
Why
,
every
day
,
tomorrow
.
Come
,
go
in
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
I’ll
show
thee
some
attires
and
have
thy
counsel
Which
is
the
best
to
furnish
me
tomorrow
.
They
move
away
from
the
bower
.
,
aside
to
Hero
She’s
limed
,
I
warrant
you
.
We
have
caught
her
,
madam
.
,
aside
to
Ursula
If
it
prove
so
,
then
loving
goes
by
haps
;
Some
Cupid
kills
with
arrows
,
some
with
traps
.
Hero
and
Ursula
exit
.
,
coming
forward
What
fire
is
in
mine
ears
?
Can
this
be
true
?
Stand
I
condemned
for
pride
and
scorn
so
much
?
Contempt
,
farewell
,
and
maiden
pride
,
adieu
!
No
glory
lives
behind
the
back
of
such
.
And
Benedick
,
love
on
;
I
will
requite
thee
,
Taming
my
wild
heart
to
thy
loving
hand
.
If
thou
dost
love
,
my
kindness
shall
incite
thee
To
bind
our
loves
up
in
a
holy
band
.
For
others
say
thou
dost
deserve
,
and
I
Believe
it
better
than
reportingly
.
She
exits
.
Scene
2
Enter
Prince
,
Claudio
,
Benedick
,
and
Leonato
.
I
do
but
stay
till
your
marriage
be
consummate
,
and
then
go
I
toward
Aragon
.
I’ll
bring
you
thither
,
my
lord
,
if
you’ll
vouchsafe
me
.
Nay
,
that
would
be
as
great
a
soil
in
the
new
gloss
of
your
marriage
as
to
show
a
child
his
new
coat
and
forbid
him
to
wear
it
.
I
will
only
be
bold
with
Benedick
for
his
company
,
for
from
the
crown
of
his
head
to
the
sole
of
his
foot
he
is
all
mirth
.
He
ACT 3. SC. 2
hath
twice
or
thrice
cut
Cupid’s
bowstring
,
and
the
little
hangman
dare
not
shoot
at
him
.
He
hath
a
heart
as
sound
as
a
bell
,
and
his
tongue
is
the
clapper
,
for
what
his
heart
thinks
,
his
tongue
speaks
.
Gallants
,
I
am
not
as
I
have
been
.
So
say
I
.
Methinks
you
are
sadder
.
I
hope
he
be
in
love
.
Hang
him
,
truant
!
There’s
no
true
drop
of
blood
in
him
to
be
truly
touched
with
love
.
If
he
be
sad
,
he
wants
money
.
I
have
the
toothache
.
Draw
it
.
Hang
it
!
You
must
hang
it
first
,
and
draw
it
afterwards
.
What
,
sigh
for
the
toothache
?
Where
is
but
a
humor
or
a
worm
.
Well
,
everyone
can
master
a
grief
but
he
that
has
it
.
Yet
say
I
,
he
is
in
love
.
There
is
no
appearance
of
fancy
in
him
,
unless
it
be
a
fancy
that
he
hath
to
strange
disguises
,
as
to
be
a
Dutchman
today
,
a
Frenchman
tomorrow
,
or
in
the
shape
of
two
countries
at
once
,
as
a
German
from
the
waist
downward
,
all
slops
,
and
a
Spaniard
from
the
hip
upward
,
no
doublet
.
Unless
he
have
a
fancy
to
this
foolery
,
as
it
appears
he
hath
,
he
is
no
fool
for
fancy
,
as
you
would
have
it
appear
he
is
.
If
he
be
not
in
love
with
some
woman
,
there
is
no
believing
old
signs
.
He
brushes
his
hat
o’
mornings
.
What
should
that
bode
?
Hath
any
man
seen
him
at
the
barber’s
?
No
,
but
the
barber’s
man
hath
been
seen
with
him
,
and
the
old
ornament
of
his
cheek
hath
already
stuffed
tennis
balls
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Indeed
he
looks
younger
than
he
did
,
by
the
loss
of
a
beard
.
Nay
,
he
rubs
himself
with
civet
.
Can
you
smell
him
out
by
that
?
That’s
as
much
as
to
say
,
the
sweet
youth’s
in
love
.
The
greatest
note
of
it
is
his
melancholy
.
And
when
was
he
wont
to
wash
his
face
?
Yea
,
or
to
paint
himself
?
For
the
which
I
hear
what
they
say
of
him
.
Nay
,
but
his
jesting
spirit
,
which
is
now
crept
into
a
lute
string
and
now
governed
by
stops
—
Indeed
,
that
tells
a
heavy
tale
for
him
.
Conclude
,
conclude
,
he
is
in
love
.
Nay
,
but
I
know
who
loves
him
.
That
would
I
know
,
too
.
I
warrant
,
one
that
knows
him
not
.
Yes
,
and
his
ill
conditions
;
and
,
in
despite
of
all
,
dies
for
him
.
She
shall
be
buried
with
her
face
upwards
.
Yet
is
this
no
charm
for
the
toothache
.
—
Old
signior
,
walk
aside
with
me
.
I
have
studied
eight
or
nine
wise
words
to
speak
to
you
,
which
these
hobby-horses
must
not
hear
.
Benedick
and
Leonato
exit
.
For
my
life
,
to
break
with
him
about
Beatrice
!
’Tis
even
so
.
Hero
and
Margaret
have
by
this
played
their
parts
with
Beatrice
,
and
then
the
two
bears
will
not
bite
one
another
when
they
meet
.
Enter
John
the
Bastard
.
My
lord
and
brother
,
God
save
you
.
Good
e’en
,
brother
.
If
your
leisure
served
,
I
would
speak
with
you
.
In
private
?
ACT 3. SC. 2
If
it
please
you
.
Yet
Count
Claudio
may
hear
,
for
what
I
would
speak
of
concerns
him
.
What’s
the
matter
?
,
to
Claudio
Means
your
Lordship
to
be
married
tomorrow
?
You
know
he
does
.
I
know
not
that
,
when
he
knows
what
I
know
.
If
there
be
any
impediment
,
I
pray
you
discover
it
.
You
may
think
I
love
you
not
.
Let
that
appear
hereafter
,
and
aim
better
at
me
by
that
I
now
will
manifest
.
For
my
brother
,
I
think
he
holds
you
well
,
and
in
dearness
of
heart
hath
holp
to
effect
your
ensuing
marriage
—
surely
suit
ill
spent
and
labor
ill
bestowed
.
Why
,
what’s
the
matter
?
I
came
hither
to
tell
you
;
and
,
circumstances
shortened
,
for
she
has
been
too
long
a-talking
of
,
the
lady
is
disloyal
.
Who
,
Hero
?
Even
she
:
Leonato’s
Hero
,
your
Hero
,
every
man’s
Hero
.
Disloyal
?
The
word
is
too
good
to
paint
out
her
wickedness
.
I
could
say
she
were
worse
.
Think
you
of
a
worse
title
,
and
I
will
fit
her
to
it
.
Wonder
not
till
further
warrant
.
Go
but
with
me
tonight
,
you
shall
see
her
chamber
window
entered
,
even
the
night
before
her
wedding
day
.
If
you
love
her
then
,
tomorrow
wed
her
.
But
it
would
better
fit
your
honor
to
change
your
mind
.
,
to
Prince
May
this
be
so
?
I
will
not
think
it
.
If
you
dare
not
trust
that
you
see
,
confess
not
that
you
know
.
If
you
will
follow
me
,
I
will
ACT 3. SC. 3
show
you
enough
,
and
when
you
have
seen
more
and
heard
more
,
proceed
accordingly
.
If
I
see
anything
tonight
why
I
should
not
marry
her
,
tomorrow
in
the
congregation
,
where
I
should
wed
,
there
will
I
shame
her
.
And
as
I
wooed
for
thee
to
obtain
her
,
I
will
join
with
thee
to
disgrace
her
.
I
will
disparage
her
no
farther
till
you
are
my
witnesses
.
Bear
it
coldly
but
till
midnight
,
and
let
the
issue
show
itself
.
O
day
untowardly
turned
!
O
mischief
strangely
thwarting
!
O
plague
right
well
prevented
!
So
will
you
say
when
you
have
seen
the
sequel
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Dogberry
and
his
compartner
Verges
with
the
Watch
.
Are
you
good
men
and
true
?
Yea
,
or
else
it
were
pity
but
they
should
suffer
salvation
,
body
and
soul
.
Nay
,
that
were
a
punishment
too
good
for
them
if
they
should
have
any
allegiance
in
them
,
being
chosen
for
the
Prince’s
watch
.
Well
,
give
them
their
charge
,
neighbor
Dogberry
.
First
,
who
think
you
the
most
desartless
man
to
be
constable
?
Hugh
Oatcake
,
sir
,
or
George
Seacoal
,
for
they
can
write
and
read
.
Come
hither
,
neighbor
Seacoal
.
Seacoal
steps
forward
.
God
hath
blessed
you
with
a
good
ACT 3. SC. 3
name
.
To
be
a
well-favored
man
is
the
gift
of
fortune
,
but
to
write
and
read
comes
by
nature
.
Both
which
,
master
constable
—
You
have
.
I
knew
it
would
be
your
answer
.
Well
,
for
your
favor
,
sir
,
why
,
give
God
thanks
,
and
make
no
boast
of
it
,
and
for
your
writing
and
reading
,
let
that
appear
when
there
is
no
need
of
such
vanity
.
You
are
thought
here
to
be
the
most
senseless
and
fit
man
for
the
constable
of
the
watch
;
therefore
bear
you
the
lantern
.
This
is
your
charge
:
you
shall
comprehend
all
vagrom
men
;
you
are
to
bid
any
man
stand
,
in
the
Prince’s
name
.
How
if
he
will
not
stand
?
Why
,
then
,
take
no
note
of
him
,
but
let
him
go
,
and
presently
call
the
rest
of
the
watch
together
and
thank
God
you
are
rid
of
a
knave
.
If
he
will
not
stand
when
he
is
bidden
,
he
is
none
of
the
Prince’s
subjects
.
True
,
and
they
are
to
meddle
with
none
but
the
Prince’s
subjects
.
—
You
shall
also
make
no
noise
in
the
streets
;
for
,
for
the
watch
to
babble
and
to
talk
is
most
tolerable
and
not
to
be
endured
.
We
will
rather
sleep
than
talk
.
We
know
what
belongs
to
a
watch
.
Why
,
you
speak
like
an
ancient
and
most
quiet
watchman
,
for
I
cannot
see
how
sleeping
should
offend
;
only
have
a
care
that
your
bills
be
not
stolen
.
Well
,
you
are
to
call
at
all
the
alehouses
and
bid
those
that
are
drunk
get
them
to
bed
.
How
if
they
will
not
?
Why
then
,
let
them
alone
till
they
are
sober
.
If
they
make
you
not
then
the
better
answer
,
you
may
say
they
are
not
the
men
you
took
them
for
.
Well
,
sir
.
If
you
meet
a
thief
,
you
may
suspect
him
,
by
virtue
of
your
office
,
to
be
no
true
man
,
and
for
such
ACT 3. SC. 3
kind
of
men
,
the
less
you
meddle
or
make
with
them
,
why
,
the
more
is
for
your
honesty
.
If
we
know
him
to
be
a
thief
,
shall
we
not
lay
hands
on
him
?
Truly
,
by
your
office
you
may
,
but
I
think
they
that
touch
pitch
will
be
defiled
.
The
most
peaceable
way
for
you
,
if
you
do
take
a
thief
,
is
to
let
him
show
himself
what
he
is
and
steal
out
of
your
company
.
You
have
been
always
called
a
merciful
man
,
partner
.
Truly
,
I
would
not
hang
a
dog
by
my
will
,
much
more
a
man
who
hath
any
honesty
in
him
.
,
to
the
Watch
If
you
hear
a
child
cry
in
the
night
,
you
must
call
to
the
nurse
and
bid
her
still
it
.
How
if
the
nurse
be
asleep
and
will
not
hear
us
?
Why
,
then
depart
in
peace
,
and
let
the
child
wake
her
with
crying
,
for
the
ewe
that
will
not
hear
her
lamb
when
it
baas
will
never
answer
a
calf
when
he
bleats
.
’Tis
very
true
.
This
is
the
end
of
the
charge
.
You
,
constable
,
are
to
present
the
Prince’s
own
person
.
If
you
meet
the
Prince
in
the
night
,
you
may
stay
him
.
Nay
,
by
’r
Lady
,
that
I
think
he
cannot
.
Five
shillings
to
one
on
’t
,
with
any
man
that
knows
the
statutes
,
he
may
stay
him
—
marry
,
not
without
the
Prince
be
willing
,
for
indeed
the
watch
ought
to
offend
no
man
,
and
it
is
an
offense
to
stay
a
man
against
his
will
.
By
’r
Lady
,
I
think
it
be
so
.
Ha
,
ah
ha
!
—
Well
,
masters
,
goodnight
.
An
there
be
any
matter
of
weight
chances
,
call
up
me
.
Keep
your
fellows’
counsels
and
your
own
,
and
goodnight
.
—
Come
,
neighbor
.
Dogberry
and
Verges
begin
to
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Well
,
masters
,
we
hear
our
charge
.
Let
us
go
sit
here
upon
the
church
bench
till
two
,
and
then
all
to
bed
.
One
word
more
,
honest
neighbors
.
I
pray
you
watch
about
Signior
Leonato’s
door
,
for
the
wedding
being
there
tomorrow
,
there
is
a
great
coil
tonight
.
Adieu
,
be
vigitant
,
I
beseech
you
.
Dogberry
and
Verges
exit
.
Enter
Borachio
and
Conrade
.
What
,
Conrade
!
,
aside
Peace
,
stir
not
.
Conrade
,
I
say
!
Here
,
man
,
I
am
at
thy
elbow
.
Mass
,
and
my
elbow
itched
,
I
thought
there
would
a
scab
follow
.
I
will
owe
thee
an
answer
for
that
.
And
now
forward
with
thy
tale
.
Stand
thee
close
,
then
,
under
this
penthouse
,
for
it
drizzles
rain
,
and
I
will
,
like
a
true
drunkard
,
utter
all
to
thee
.
,
aside
Some
treason
,
masters
.
Yet
stand
close
.
Therefore
know
,
I
have
earned
of
Don
John
a
thousand
ducats
.
Is
it
possible
that
any
villainy
should
be
so
dear
?
Thou
shouldst
rather
ask
if
it
were
possible
any
villainy
should
be
so
rich
.
For
when
rich
villains
have
need
of
poor
ones
,
poor
ones
may
make
what
price
they
will
.
I
wonder
at
it
.
That
shows
thou
art
unconfirmed
.
Thou
knowest
that
the
fashion
of
a
doublet
,
or
a
hat
,
or
a
cloak
,
is
nothing
to
a
man
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Yes
,
it
is
apparel
.
I
mean
the
fashion
.
Yes
,
the
fashion
is
the
fashion
.
Tush
,
I
may
as
well
say
the
fool’s
the
fool
.
But
seest
thou
not
what
a
deformed
thief
this
fashion
is
?
,
aside
I
know
that
Deformed
.
He
has
been
a
vile
thief
this
seven
year
.
He
goes
up
and
down
like
a
gentleman
.
I
remember
his
name
.
Didst
thou
not
hear
somebody
?
No
,
’twas
the
vane
on
the
house
.
Seest
thou
not
,
I
say
,
what
a
deformed
thief
this
fashion
is
,
how
giddily
he
turns
about
all
the
hot
bloods
between
fourteen
and
five-and-thirty
,
sometimes
fashioning
them
like
Pharaoh’s
soldiers
in
the
reechy
painting
,
sometimes
like
god
Bel’s
priests
in
the
old
church
window
,
sometimes
like
the
shaven
Hercules
in
the
smirched
worm-eaten
tapestry
,
where
his
codpiece
seems
as
massy
as
his
club
?
All
this
I
see
,
and
I
see
that
the
fashion
wears
out
more
apparel
than
the
man
.
But
art
not
thou
thyself
giddy
with
the
fashion
too
,
that
thou
hast
shifted
out
of
thy
tale
into
telling
me
of
the
fashion
?
Not
so
,
neither
.
But
know
that
I
have
tonight
wooed
Margaret
,
the
Lady
Hero’s
gentlewoman
,
by
the
name
of
Hero
.
She
leans
me
out
at
her
mistress’
chamber
window
,
bids
me
a
thousand
times
goodnight
.
I
tell
this
tale
vilely
.
I
should
first
tell
thee
how
the
Prince
,
Claudio
,
and
my
master
,
planted
and
placed
and
possessed
by
my
master
Don
John
,
saw
afar
off
in
the
orchard
this
amiable
amiable
encounter
.
And
thought
they
Margaret
was
Hero
?
Two
of
them
did
,
the
Prince
and
Claudio
,
ACT 3. SC. 3
but
the
devil
my
master
knew
she
was
Margaret
;
and
partly
by
his
oaths
,
which
first
possessed
them
,
partly
by
the
dark
night
,
which
did
deceive
them
,
but
chiefly
by
my
villainy
,
which
did
confirm
any
slander
that
Don
John
had
made
,
away
went
Claudio
enraged
,
swore
he
would
meet
her
as
he
was
appointed
next
morning
at
the
temple
,
and
there
,
before
the
whole
congregation
,
shame
her
with
what
he
saw
o’ernight
and
send
her
home
again
without
a
husband
.
We
charge
you
in
the
Prince’s
name
stand
!
Call
up
the
right
Master
Constable
.
Second
Watchman
exits
.
We
have
here
recovered
the
most
dangerous
piece
of
lechery
that
ever
was
known
in
the
commonwealth
.
And
one
Deformed
is
one
of
them
.
I
know
him
;
he
wears
a
lock
.
Enter
Dogberry
,
Verges
,
and
Second
Watchman
.
Masters
,
masters
—
,
to
Borachio
You’ll
be
made
bring
Deformed
forth
,
I
warrant
you
.
,
to
Borachio
and
Conrade
Masters
,
never
speak
,
we
charge
you
,
let
us
obey
you
to
go
with
us
.
,
to
Conrade
We
are
like
to
prove
a
goodly
commodity
,
being
taken
up
of
these
men’s
bills
.
A
commodity
in
question
,
I
warrant
you
.
—
Come
,
we’ll
obey
you
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Hero
,
and
Margaret
,
and
Ursula
.
Good
Ursula
,
wake
my
cousin
Beatrice
and
desire
her
to
rise
.
I
will
,
lady
.
And
bid
her
come
hither
.
Well
.
Ursula
exits
.
Troth
,
I
think
your
other
rebato
were
better
.
No
,
pray
thee
,
good
Meg
,
I’ll
wear
this
.
By
my
troth
,
’s
not
so
good
,
and
I
warrant
your
cousin
will
say
so
.
My
cousin’s
a
fool
,
and
thou
art
another
.
I’ll
wear
none
but
this
.
I
like
the
new
tire
within
excellently
,
if
the
hair
were
a
thought
browner
;
and
your
gown’s
a
most
rare
fashion
,
i’
faith
.
I
saw
the
Duchess
of
Milan’s
gown
that
they
praise
so
.
O
,
that
exceeds
,
they
say
.
By
my
troth
,
’s
but
a
nightgown
in
respect
of
yours
—
cloth
o’
gold
,
and
cuts
,
and
laced
with
silver
,
set
with
pearls
,
down
sleeves
,
side
sleeves
,
and
skirts
round
underborne
with
a
bluish
tinsel
.
But
for
a
fine
,
quaint
,
graceful
,
and
excellent
fashion
,
yours
is
worth
ten
on
’t
.
God
give
me
joy
to
wear
it
,
for
my
heart
is
exceeding
heavy
.
’Twill
be
heavier
soon
by
the
weight
of
a
man
.
Fie
upon
thee
!
Art
not
ashamed
?
Of
what
,
lady
?
Of
speaking
honorably
?
Is
not
marriage
honorable
in
a
beggar
?
Is
not
your
lord
honorable
without
marriage
?
I
think
you
would
have
me
say
Saving
your
reverence
,
a
husband
.
An
bad
thinking
do
not
wrest
true
speaking
,
ACT 3. SC. 4
I’ll
offend
nobody
.
Is
there
any
harm
in
the
heavier
for
a
husband
?
None
,
I
think
,
an
it
be
the
right
husband
and
the
right
wife
.
Otherwise
,
’tis
light
and
not
heavy
.
Ask
my
lady
Beatrice
else
.
Here
she
comes
.
Enter
Beatrice
.
Good
morrow
,
coz
.
Good
morrow
,
sweet
Hero
.
Why
,
how
now
?
Do
you
speak
in
the
sick
tune
?
I
am
out
of
all
other
tune
,
methinks
.
Clap
’s
into
Light
o’
love
.
That
goes
without
a
burden
.
Do
you
sing
it
,
and
I’ll
dance
it
.
You
light
o’
love
with
your
heels
!
Then
,
if
your
husband
have
stables
enough
,
you’ll
see
he
shall
lack
no
barns
.
O
,
illegitimate
construction
!
I
scorn
that
with
my
heels
.
’Tis
almost
five
o’clock
,
cousin
.
’Tis
time
you
were
ready
.
By
my
troth
,
I
am
exceeding
ill
.
Heigh-ho
!
For
a
hawk
,
a
horse
,
or
a
husband
?
For
the
letter
that
begins
them
all
,
H
.
Well
,
an
you
be
not
turned
Turk
,
there’s
no
more
sailing
by
the
star
.
What
means
the
fool
,
trow
?
Nothing
,
I
;
but
God
send
everyone
their
heart’s
desire
.
These
gloves
the
Count
sent
me
,
they
are
an
excellent
perfume
.
I
am
stuffed
,
cousin
.
I
cannot
smell
.
A
maid
,
and
stuffed
!
There’s
goodly
catching
of
cold
.
O
,
God
help
me
,
God
help
me
!
How
long
have
you
professed
apprehension
?
ACT 3. SC. 4
Ever
since
you
left
it
.
Doth
not
my
wit
become
me
rarely
?
It
is
not
seen
enough
;
you
should
wear
it
in
your
cap
.
By
my
troth
,
I
am
sick
.
Get
you
some
of
this
distilled
carduus
benedictus
and
lay
it
to
your
heart
.
It
is
the
only
thing
for
a
qualm
.
There
thou
prick’st
her
with
a
thistle
.
Benedictus
!
Why
benedictus
?
You
have
some
moral
in
this
benedictus
?
Moral
?
No
,
by
my
troth
,
I
have
no
moral
meaning
;
I
meant
plain
holy
thistle
.
You
may
think
perchance
that
I
think
you
are
in
love
.
Nay
,
by
’r
Lady
,
I
am
not
such
a
fool
to
think
what
I
list
,
nor
I
list
not
to
think
what
I
can
,
nor
indeed
I
cannot
think
,
if
I
would
think
my
heart
out
of
thinking
,
that
you
are
in
love
or
that
you
will
be
in
love
or
that
you
can
be
in
love
.
Yet
Benedick
was
such
another
,
and
now
is
he
become
a
man
.
He
swore
he
would
never
marry
,
and
yet
now
,
in
despite
of
his
heart
,
he
eats
his
meat
without
grudging
.
And
how
you
may
be
converted
I
know
not
,
but
methinks
you
look
with
your
eyes
as
other
women
do
.
What
pace
is
this
that
thy
tongue
keeps
?
Not
a
false
gallop
.
Enter
Ursula
.
Madam
,
withdraw
.
The
Prince
,
the
Count
,
Signior
Benedick
,
Don
John
,
and
all
the
gallants
of
the
town
are
come
to
fetch
you
to
church
.
Help
to
dress
me
,
good
coz
,
good
Meg
,
good
Ursula
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
Scene
5
Enter
Leonato
,
and
Dogberry
,
the
Constable
,
and
Verges
,
the
Headborough
.
What
would
you
with
me
,
honest
neighbor
?
Marry
,
sir
,
I
would
have
some
confidence
with
you
that
decerns
you
nearly
.
Brief
,
I
pray
you
,
for
you
see
it
is
a
busy
time
with
me
.
Marry
,
this
it
is
,
sir
.
Yes
,
in
truth
,
it
is
,
sir
.
What
is
it
,
my
good
friends
?
Goodman
Verges
,
sir
,
speaks
a
little
off
the
matter
.
An
old
man
,
sir
,
and
his
wits
are
not
so
blunt
as
,
God
help
,
I
would
desire
they
were
,
but
,
in
faith
,
honest
as
the
skin
between
his
brows
.
Yes
,
I
thank
God
I
am
as
honest
as
any
man
living
that
is
an
old
man
and
no
honester
than
I
.
Comparisons
are
odorous
.
Palabras
,
neighbor
Verges
.
Neighbors
,
you
are
tedious
.
It
pleases
your
Worship
to
say
so
,
but
we
are
the
poor
duke’s
officers
.
But
truly
,
for
mine
own
part
,
if
I
were
as
tedious
as
a
king
,
I
could
find
in
my
heart
to
bestow
it
all
of
your
Worship
.
All
thy
tediousness
on
me
,
ah
?
Yea
,
an
’twere
a
thousand
pound
more
than
’tis
,
for
I
hear
as
good
exclamation
on
your
Worship
as
of
any
man
in
the
city
,
and
though
I
be
but
a
poor
man
,
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
.
And
so
am
I
.
I
would
fain
know
what
you
have
to
say
.
Marry
,
sir
,
our
watch
tonight
,
excepting
your
Worship’s
presence
,
ha’
ta’en
a
couple
of
as
arrant
knaves
as
any
in
Messina
.
A
good
old
man
,
sir
.
He
will
be
talking
.
As
ACT 3. SC. 5
they
say
,
When
the
age
is
in
,
the
wit
is
out
.
God
help
us
,
it
is
a
world
to
see
!
—
Well
said
,
i’
faith
,
neighbor
Verges
.
—
Well
,
God’s
a
good
man
.
An
two
men
ride
of
a
horse
,
one
must
ride
behind
.
An
honest
soul
,
i’
faith
,
sir
,
by
my
troth
he
is
,
as
ever
broke
bread
,
but
God
is
to
be
worshiped
,
all
men
are
not
alike
,
alas
,
good
neighbor
.
Indeed
,
neighbor
,
he
comes
too
short
of
you
.
Gifts
that
God
gives
.
I
must
leave
you
.
One
word
,
sir
.
Our
watch
,
sir
,
have
indeed
comprehended
two
aspicious
persons
,
and
we
would
have
them
this
morning
examined
before
your
Worship
.
Take
their
examination
yourself
and
bring
it
me
.
I
am
now
in
great
haste
,
as
it
may
appear
unto
you
.
It
shall
be
suffigance
.
Drink
some
wine
ere
you
go
.
Fare
you
well
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
My
lord
,
they
stay
for
you
to
give
your
daughter
to
her
husband
.
I’ll
wait
upon
them
.
I
am
ready
.
He
exits
,
with
the
Messenger
.
Go
,
good
partner
,
go
,
get
you
to
Francis
Seacoal
.
Bid
him
bring
his
pen
and
inkhorn
to
the
jail
.
We
are
now
to
examination
these
men
.
And
we
must
do
it
wisely
.
We
will
spare
for
no
wit
,
I
warrant
you
.
Here’s
that
shall
drive
some
of
them
to
a
noncome
.
Only
get
the
learned
writer
to
set
down
our
excommunication
and
meet
me
at
the
jail
.
They
exit
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
Prince
,
John
the
Bastard
,
Leonato
,
Friar
,
Claudio
,
Benedick
,
Hero
,
and
Beatrice
,
with
Attendants
.
Come
,
Friar
Francis
,
be
brief
,
only
to
the
plain
form
of
marriage
,
and
you
shall
recount
their
particular
duties
afterwards
.
,
to
Claudio
You
come
hither
,
my
lord
,
to
marry
this
lady
?
No
.
To
be
married
to
her
.
—
Friar
,
you
come
to
marry
her
.
Lady
,
you
come
hither
to
be
married
to
this
count
?
I
do
.
If
either
of
you
know
any
inward
impediment
why
you
should
not
be
conjoined
,
I
charge
you
on
your
souls
to
utter
it
.
Know
you
any
,
Hero
?
None
,
my
lord
.
Know
you
any
,
count
?
I
dare
make
his
answer
,
none
.
O
,
what
men
dare
do
!
What
men
may
do
!
What
men
daily
do
,
not
knowing
what
they
do
!
How
now
,
interjections
?
Why
,
then
,
some
be
of
laughing
,
as
ah
,
ha
,
he
!
ACT 4. SC. 1
Stand
thee
by
,
friar
.
—
Father
,
by
your
leave
,
Will
you
with
free
and
unconstrainèd
soul
Give
me
this
maid
,
your
daughter
?
As
freely
,
son
,
as
God
did
give
her
me
.
And
what
have
I
to
give
you
back
whose
worth
May
counterpoise
this
rich
and
precious
gift
?
Nothing
,
unless
you
render
her
again
.
Sweet
prince
,
you
learn
me
noble
thankfulness
.
—
There
,
Leonato
,
take
her
back
again
.
Give
not
this
rotten
orange
to
your
friend
.
She’s
but
the
sign
and
semblance
of
her
honor
.
Behold
how
like
a
maid
she
blushes
here
!
O
,
what
authority
and
show
of
truth
Can
cunning
sin
cover
itself
withal
!
Comes
not
that
blood
as
modest
evidence
To
witness
simple
virtue
?
Would
you
not
swear
,
All
you
that
see
her
,
that
she
were
a
maid
,
By
these
exterior
shows
?
But
she
is
none
.
She
knows
the
heat
of
a
luxurious
bed
.
Her
blush
is
guiltiness
,
not
modesty
.
What
do
you
mean
,
my
lord
?
Not
to
be
married
,
Not
to
knit
my
soul
to
an
approvèd
wanton
.
Dear
my
lord
,
if
you
in
your
own
proof
Have
vanquished
the
resistance
of
her
youth
,
And
made
defeat
of
her
virginity
—
I
know
what
you
would
say
:
if
I
have
known
her
,
You
will
say
she
did
embrace
me
as
a
husband
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
And
so
extenuate
the
forehand
sin
.
No
,
Leonato
,
I
never
tempted
her
with
word
too
large
,
But
,
as
a
brother
to
his
sister
,
showed
Bashful
sincerity
and
comely
love
.
And
seemed
I
ever
otherwise
to
you
?
Out
on
thee
,
seeming
!
I
will
write
against
it
.
You
seem
to
me
as
Dian
in
her
orb
,
As
chaste
as
is
the
bud
ere
it
be
blown
.
But
you
are
more
intemperate
in
your
blood
Than
Venus
,
or
those
pampered
animals
That
rage
in
savage
sensuality
.
Is
my
lord
well
that
he
doth
speak
so
wide
?
Sweet
prince
,
why
speak
not
you
?
What
should
I
speak
?
I
stand
dishonored
that
have
gone
about
To
link
my
dear
friend
to
a
common
stale
.
Are
these
things
spoken
,
or
do
I
but
dream
?
Sir
,
they
are
spoken
,
and
these
things
are
true
.
This
looks
not
like
a
nuptial
.
True
!
O
God
!
Leonato
,
stand
I
here
?
Is
this
the
Prince
?
Is
this
the
Prince’s
brother
?
Is
this
face
Hero’s
?
Are
our
eyes
our
own
?
All
this
is
so
,
but
what
of
this
,
my
lord
?
Let
me
but
move
one
question
to
your
daughter
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
And
by
that
fatherly
and
kindly
power
That
you
have
in
her
,
bid
her
answer
truly
.
I
charge
thee
do
so
,
as
thou
art
my
child
.
O
,
God
defend
me
,
how
am
I
beset
!
—
What
kind
of
catechizing
call
you
this
?
To
make
you
answer
truly
to
your
name
.
Is
it
not
Hero
?
Who
can
blot
that
name
With
any
just
reproach
?
Marry
,
that
can
Hero
!
Hero
itself
can
blot
out
Hero’s
virtue
.
What
man
was
he
talked
with
you
yesternight
Out
at
your
window
betwixt
twelve
and
one
?
Now
,
if
you
are
a
maid
,
answer
to
this
.
I
talked
with
no
man
at
that
hour
,
my
lord
.
Why
,
then
,
are
you
no
maiden
.
—
Leonato
,
I
am
sorry
you
must
hear
.
Upon
mine
honor
,
Myself
,
my
brother
,
and
this
grievèd
count
Did
see
her
,
hear
her
,
at
that
hour
last
night
Talk
with
a
ruffian
at
her
chamber
window
,
Who
hath
indeed
,
most
like
a
liberal
villain
,
Confessed
the
vile
encounters
they
have
had
A
thousand
times
in
secret
.
Fie
,
fie
,
they
are
not
to
be
named
,
my
lord
,
Not
to
be
spoke
of
!
There
is
not
chastity
enough
in
language
,
Without
offense
,
to
utter
them
.
—
Thus
,
pretty
lady
,
I
am
sorry
for
thy
much
misgovernment
.
O
Hero
,
what
a
Hero
hadst
thou
been
ACT 4. SC. 1
If
half
thy
outward
graces
had
been
placed
About
thy
thoughts
and
counsels
of
thy
heart
!
But
fare
thee
well
,
most
foul
,
most
fair
.
Farewell
,
Thou
pure
impiety
and
impious
purity
.
For
thee
I’ll
lock
up
all
the
gates
of
love
And
on
my
eyelids
shall
conjecture
hang
,
To
turn
all
beauty
into
thoughts
of
harm
,
And
never
shall
it
more
be
gracious
.
Hath
no
man’s
dagger
here
a
point
for
me
?
Hero
falls
.
Why
,
how
now
,
cousin
,
wherefore
sink
you
down
?
Come
,
let
us
go
.
These
things
,
come
thus
to
light
,
Smother
her
spirits
up
.
Claudio
,
Prince
,
and
Don
John
exit
.
How
doth
the
lady
?
Dead
,
I
think
.
—
Help
,
uncle
!
—
Hero
,
why
Hero
!
Uncle
!
Signior
Benedick
!
Friar
!
O
Fate
,
take
not
away
thy
heavy
hand
!
Death
is
the
fairest
cover
for
her
shame
That
may
be
wished
for
.
How
now
,
cousin
Hero
?
Hero
stirs
.
,
to
Hero
Have
comfort
,
lady
.
,
to
Hero
Dost
thou
look
up
?
Yea
,
wherefore
should
she
not
?
Wherefore
?
Why
,
doth
not
every
earthly
thing
Cry
shame
upon
her
?
Could
she
here
deny
The
story
that
is
printed
in
her
blood
?
—
Do
not
live
,
Hero
,
do
not
ope
thine
eyes
,
For
,
did
I
think
thou
wouldst
not
quickly
die
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
Thought
I
thy
spirits
were
stronger
than
thy
shames
,
Myself
would
,
on
the
rearward
of
reproaches
,
Strike
at
thy
life
.
Grieved
I
I
had
but
one
?
Chid
I
for
that
at
frugal
Nature’s
frame
?
O
,
one
too
much
by
thee
!
Why
had
I
one
?
Why
ever
wast
thou
lovely
in
my
eyes
?
Why
had
I
not
with
charitable
hand
Took
up
a
beggar’s
issue
at
my
gates
,
Who
,
smirchèd
thus
,
and
mired
with
infamy
,
I
might
have
said
No
part
of
it
is
mine
;
This
shame
derives
itself
from
unknown
loins
?
But
mine
,
and
mine
I
loved
,
and
mine
I
praised
,
And
mine
that
I
was
proud
on
,
mine
so
much
That
I
myself
was
to
myself
not
mine
,
Valuing
of
her
—
why
she
,
O
she
,
is
fall’n
Into
a
pit
of
ink
,
that
the
wide
sea
Hath
drops
too
few
to
wash
her
clean
again
,
And
salt
too
little
which
may
season
give
To
her
foul
tainted
flesh
!
Sir
,
sir
,
be
patient
.
For
my
part
,
I
am
so
attired
in
wonder
I
know
not
what
to
say
.
O
,
on
my
soul
,
my
cousin
is
belied
!
Lady
,
were
you
her
bedfellow
last
night
?
No
,
truly
not
,
although
until
last
night
I
have
this
twelvemonth
been
her
bedfellow
.
Confirmed
,
confirmed
!
O
,
that
is
stronger
made
Which
was
before
barred
up
with
ribs
of
iron
!
Would
the
two
princes
lie
and
Claudio
lie
,
Who
loved
her
so
that
,
speaking
of
her
foulness
,
Washed
it
with
tears
?
Hence
from
her
.
Let
her
die
!
Hear
me
a
little
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
For
I
have
only
silent
been
so
long
,
And
given
way
unto
this
course
of
fortune
,
By
noting
of
the
lady
.
I
have
marked
A
thousand
blushing
apparitions
To
start
into
her
face
,
a
thousand
innocent
shames
In
angel
whiteness
beat
away
those
blushes
,
And
in
her
eye
there
hath
appeared
a
fire
To
burn
the
errors
that
these
princes
hold
Against
her
maiden
truth
.
Call
me
a
fool
,
Trust
not
my
reading
nor
my
observations
,
Which
with
experimental
seal
doth
warrant
The
tenor
of
my
book
;
trust
not
my
age
,
My
reverence
,
calling
,
nor
divinity
,
If
this
sweet
lady
lie
not
guiltless
here
Under
some
biting
error
.
Friar
,
it
cannot
be
.
Thou
seest
that
all
the
grace
that
she
hath
left
Is
that
she
will
not
add
to
her
damnation
A
sin
of
perjury
.
She
not
denies
it
.
Why
seek’st
thou
then
to
cover
with
excuse
That
which
appears
in
proper
nakedness
?
Lady
,
what
man
is
he
you
are
accused
of
?
They
know
that
do
accuse
me
.
I
know
none
.
If
I
know
more
of
any
man
alive
Than
that
which
maiden
modesty
doth
warrant
,
Let
all
my
sins
lack
mercy
!
—
O
my
father
,
Prove
you
that
any
man
with
me
conversed
At
hours
unmeet
,
or
that
I
yesternight
Maintained
the
change
of
words
with
any
creature
,
Refuse
me
,
hate
me
,
torture
me
to
death
!
There
is
some
strange
misprision
in
the
princes
.
Two
of
them
have
the
very
bent
of
honor
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
And
if
their
wisdoms
be
misled
in
this
,
The
practice
of
it
lives
in
John
the
Bastard
,
Whose
spirits
toil
in
frame
of
villainies
.
I
know
not
.
If
they
speak
but
truth
of
her
,
These
hands
shall
tear
her
.
If
they
wrong
her
honor
,
The
proudest
of
them
shall
well
hear
of
it
.
Time
hath
not
yet
so
dried
this
blood
of
mine
,
Nor
age
so
eat
up
my
invention
,
Nor
fortune
made
such
havoc
of
my
means
,
Nor
my
bad
life
reft
me
so
much
of
friends
,
But
they
shall
find
,
awaked
in
such
a
kind
,
Both
strength
of
limb
and
policy
of
mind
,
Ability
in
means
and
choice
of
friends
,
To
quit
me
of
them
throughly
.
Pause
awhile
,
And
let
my
counsel
sway
you
in
this
case
.
Your
daughter
here
the
princes
left
for
dead
.
Let
her
awhile
be
secretly
kept
in
,
And
publish
it
that
she
is
dead
indeed
.
Maintain
a
mourning
ostentation
,
And
on
your
family’s
old
monument
Hang
mournful
epitaphs
and
do
all
rites
That
appertain
unto
a
burial
.
What
shall
become
of
this
?
What
will
this
do
?
Marry
,
this
well
carried
shall
on
her
behalf
Change
slander
to
remorse
.
That
is
some
good
.
But
not
for
that
dream
I
on
this
strange
course
,
But
on
this
travail
look
for
greater
birth
.
She
,
dying
,
as
it
must
be
so
maintained
,
Upon
the
instant
that
she
was
accused
,
Shall
be
lamented
,
pitied
,
and
excused
Of
every
hearer
.
For
it
so
falls
out
That
what
we
have
we
prize
not
to
the
worth
ACT 4. SC. 1
Whiles
we
enjoy
it
,
but
being
lacked
and
lost
,
Why
then
we
rack
the
value
,
then
we
find
The
virtue
that
possession
would
not
show
us
Whiles
it
was
ours
.
So
will
it
fare
with
Claudio
.
When
he
shall
hear
she
died
upon
his
words
,
Th’
idea
of
her
life
shall
sweetly
creep
Into
his
study
of
imagination
,
And
every
lovely
organ
of
her
life
Shall
come
appareled
in
more
precious
habit
,
More
moving
,
delicate
,
and
full
of
life
,
Into
the
eye
and
prospect
of
his
soul
,
Than
when
she
lived
indeed
.
Then
shall
he
mourn
,
If
ever
love
had
interest
in
his
liver
,
And
wish
he
had
not
so
accused
her
,
No
,
though
he
thought
his
accusation
true
.
Let
this
be
so
,
and
doubt
not
but
success
Will
fashion
the
event
in
better
shape
Than
I
can
lay
it
down
in
likelihood
.
But
if
all
aim
but
this
be
leveled
false
,
The
supposition
of
the
lady’s
death
Will
quench
the
wonder
of
her
infamy
.
And
if
it
sort
not
well
,
you
may
conceal
her
,
As
best
befits
her
wounded
reputation
,
In
some
reclusive
and
religious
life
,
Out
of
all
eyes
,
tongues
,
minds
,
and
injuries
.
Signior
Leonato
,
let
the
Friar
advise
you
.
And
though
you
know
my
inwardness
and
love
Is
very
much
unto
the
Prince
and
Claudio
,
Yet
,
by
mine
honor
,
I
will
deal
in
this
As
secretly
and
justly
as
your
soul
Should
with
your
body
.
Being
that
I
flow
in
grief
,
The
smallest
twine
may
lead
me
.
’Tis
well
consented
.
Presently
away
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
For
to
strange
sores
strangely
they
strain
the
cure
.
—
Come
,
lady
,
die
to
live
.
This
wedding
day
Perhaps
is
but
prolonged
.
Have
patience
and
endure
.
All
but
Beatrice
and
Benedick
exit
.
Lady
Beatrice
,
have
you
wept
all
this
while
?
Yea
,
and
I
will
weep
a
while
longer
.
I
will
not
desire
that
.
You
have
no
reason
.
I
do
it
freely
.
Surely
I
do
believe
your
fair
cousin
is
wronged
.
Ah
,
how
much
might
the
man
deserve
of
me
that
would
right
her
!
Is
there
any
way
to
show
such
friendship
?
A
very
even
way
,
but
no
such
friend
.
May
a
man
do
it
?
It
is
a
man’s
office
,
but
not
yours
.
I
do
love
nothing
in
the
world
so
well
as
you
.
Is
not
that
strange
?
As
strange
as
the
thing
I
know
not
.
It
were
as
possible
for
me
to
say
I
loved
nothing
so
well
as
you
,
but
believe
me
not
,
and
yet
I
lie
not
;
,
I
confess
nothing
,
nor
I
deny
nothing
.
I
am
sorry
for
my
cousin
.
By
my
sword
,
Beatrice
,
thou
lovest
me
!
Do
not
swear
and
eat
it
.
I
will
swear
by
it
that
you
love
me
,
and
I
will
make
him
eat
it
that
says
I
love
not
you
.
Will
you
not
eat
your
word
?
With
no
sauce
that
can
be
devised
to
it
.
I
protest
I
love
thee
.
Why
then
,
God
forgive
me
.
What
offense
,
sweet
Beatrice
?
You
have
stayed
me
in
a
happy
hour
.
I
was
about
to
protest
I
loved
you
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
And
do
it
with
all
thy
heart
.
I
love
you
with
so
much
of
my
heart
that
none
is
left
to
protest
.
Come
,
bid
me
do
anything
for
thee
.
Kill
Claudio
.
Ha
!
Not
for
the
wide
world
.
You
kill
me
to
deny
it
.
Farewell
.
She
begins
to
exit
.
Tarry
,
sweet
Beatrice
.
I
am
gone
,
though
I
am
here
.
There
is
no
love
in
you
.
Nay
,
I
pray
you
let
me
go
.
Beatrice
—
In
faith
,
I
will
go
.
We’ll
be
friends
first
.
You
dare
easier
be
friends
with
me
than
fight
with
mine
enemy
.
Is
Claudio
thine
enemy
?
Is
he
not
approved
in
the
height
a
villain
that
hath
slandered
,
scorned
,
dishonored
my
kinswoman
?
O
,
that
I
were
a
man
!
What
,
bear
her
in
hand
until
they
come
to
take
hands
,
and
then
,
with
public
accusation
,
uncovered
slander
,
unmitigated
rancor
—
O
God
,
that
I
were
a
man
!
I
would
eat
his
heart
in
the
marketplace
.
Hear
me
,
Beatrice
—
Talk
with
a
man
out
at
a
window
!
A
proper
saying
.
Nay
,
but
Beatrice
—
Sweet
Hero
,
she
is
wronged
,
she
is
slandered
,
she
is
undone
.
Beat
—
Princes
and
counties
!
Surely
a
princely
testimony
,
a
goodly
count
,
Count
Comfect
,
a
sweet
gallant
,
surely
!
O
,
that
I
were
a
man
for
his
sake
!
Or
that
I
had
any
friend
would
be
a
man
for
my
sake
!
But
manhood
is
melted
into
curtsies
,
valor
into
ACT 4. SC. 2
compliment
,
and
men
are
only
turned
into
tongue
,
and
trim
ones
,
too
.
He
is
now
as
valiant
as
Hercules
that
only
tells
a
lie
and
swears
it
.
I
cannot
be
a
man
with
wishing
;
therefore
I
will
die
a
woman
with
grieving
.
Tarry
,
good
Beatrice
.
By
this
hand
,
I
love
thee
.
Use
it
for
my
love
some
other
way
than
swearing
by
it
.
Think
you
in
your
soul
the
Count
Claudio
hath
wronged
Hero
?
Yea
,
as
sure
as
I
have
a
thought
or
a
soul
.
Enough
,
I
am
engaged
.
I
will
challenge
him
.
I
will
kiss
your
hand
,
and
so
I
leave
you
.
By
this
hand
,
Claudio
shall
render
me
a
dear
account
.
As
you
hear
of
me
,
so
think
of
me
.
Go
comfort
your
cousin
.
I
must
say
she
is
dead
,
and
so
farewell
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
the
Constables
Dogberry
and
Verges
,
and
the
Town
Clerk
,
or
Sexton
,
in
gowns
,
with
the
Watch
,
Conrade
,
and
Borachio
.
Is
our
whole
dissembly
appeared
?
O
,
a
stool
and
a
cushion
for
the
Sexton
.
A
stool
is
brought
in
;
the
Sexton
sits
.
Which
be
the
malefactors
?
Marry
,
that
am
I
,
and
my
partner
.
Nay
,
that’s
certain
,
we
have
the
exhibition
to
examine
.
But
which
are
the
offenders
that
are
to
be
examined
?
Let
them
come
before
Master
Constable
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Yea
,
marry
,
let
them
come
before
me
.
Conrade
and
Borachio
are
brought
forward
.
What
is
your
name
,
friend
?
Borachio
.
Pray
,
write
down
Borachio
.
—
Yours
,
sirrah
?
I
am
a
gentleman
,
sir
,
and
my
name
is
Conrade
.
Write
down
Master
Gentleman
Conrade
.
—
Masters
,
do
you
serve
God
?
Yea
,
sir
,
we
hope
.
Write
down
that
they
hope
they
serve
God
;
and
write
God
first
,
for
God
defend
but
God
should
go
before
such
villains
!
—
Masters
,
it
is
proved
already
that
you
are
little
better
than
false
knaves
,
and
it
will
go
near
to
be
thought
so
shortly
.
How
answer
you
for
yourselves
?
Marry
,
sir
,
we
say
we
are
none
.
A
marvelous
witty
fellow
,
I
assure
you
,
but
I
will
go
about
with
him
.
—
Come
you
hither
,
sirrah
,
a
word
in
your
ear
.
Sir
,
I
say
to
you
it
is
thought
you
are
false
knaves
.
Sir
,
I
say
to
you
we
are
none
.
Well
,
stand
aside
.
—
’Fore
God
,
they
are
both
in
a
tale
.
Have
you
writ
down
that
they
are
none
?
Master
constable
,
you
go
not
the
way
to
examine
.
You
must
call
forth
the
watch
that
are
their
accusers
.
Yea
,
marry
,
that’s
the
eftest
way
.
—
Let
the
watch
come
forth
.
Masters
,
I
charge
you
in
the
Prince’s
name
,
accuse
these
men
.
This
man
said
,
sir
,
that
Don
John
,
the
Prince’s
brother
,
was
a
villain
.
Write
down
Prince
John
a
villain
.
Why
,
this
is
flat
perjury
,
to
call
a
prince’s
brother
villain
!
ACT 4. SC. 2
Master
constable
—
Pray
thee
,
fellow
,
peace
.
I
do
not
like
thy
look
,
I
promise
thee
.
,
to
Watch
What
heard
you
him
say
else
?
Marry
,
that
he
had
received
a
thousand
ducats
of
Don
John
for
accusing
the
Lady
Hero
wrongfully
.
Flat
burglary
as
ever
was
committed
.
Yea
,
by
Mass
,
that
it
is
.
What
else
,
fellow
?
And
that
Count
Claudio
did
mean
,
upon
his
words
,
to
disgrace
Hero
before
the
whole
assembly
,
and
not
marry
her
.
,
to
Borachio
O
,
villain
!
Thou
wilt
be
condemned
into
everlasting
redemption
for
this
!
What
else
?
This
is
all
.
And
this
is
more
,
masters
,
than
you
can
deny
.
Prince
John
is
this
morning
secretly
stolen
away
.
Hero
was
in
this
manner
accused
,
in
this
very
manner
refused
,
and
upon
the
grief
of
this
suddenly
died
.
—
Master
constable
,
let
these
men
be
bound
and
brought
to
Leonato’s
.
I
will
go
before
and
show
him
their
examination
.
He
exits
.
Come
,
let
them
be
opinioned
.
Let
them
be
in
the
hands
—
Off
,
coxcomb
!
God’s
my
life
,
where’s
the
Sexton
?
Let
him
write
down
the
Prince’s
officer
coxcomb
.
Come
,
bind
them
.
—
Thou
naughty
varlet
!
Away
!
You
are
an
ass
,
you
are
an
ass
!
Dost
thou
not
suspect
my
place
?
Dost
thou
not
suspect
my
years
?
O
,
that
he
were
here
to
write
me
down
an
ass
!
But
masters
,
remember
that
I
am
an
ass
,
though
it
be
not
written
down
,
yet
forget
not
that
I
am
an
ass
.
—
No
,
thou
villain
,
thou
ACT 4. SC. 2
art
full
of
piety
,
as
shall
be
proved
upon
thee
by
good
witness
.
I
am
a
wise
fellow
and
,
which
is
more
,
an
officer
and
,
which
is
more
,
a
householder
and
,
which
is
more
,
as
pretty
a
piece
of
flesh
as
any
is
in
Messina
,
and
one
that
knows
the
law
,
go
to
,
and
a
rich
fellow
enough
,
go
to
,
and
a
fellow
that
hath
had
losses
,
and
one
that
hath
two
gowns
and
everything
handsome
about
him
.
—
Bring
him
away
.
—
O
,
that
I
had
been
writ
down
an
ass
!
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Leonato
and
his
brother
.
If
you
go
on
thus
,
you
will
kill
yourself
,
And
’tis
not
wisdom
thus
to
second
grief
Against
yourself
.
I
pray
thee
,
cease
thy
counsel
,
Which
falls
into
mine
ears
as
profitless
As
water
in
a
sieve
.
Give
not
me
counsel
,
Nor
let
no
comforter
delight
mine
ear
But
such
a
one
whose
wrongs
do
suit
with
mine
.
Bring
me
a
father
that
so
loved
his
child
,
Whose
joy
of
her
is
overwhelmed
like
mine
,
And
bid
him
speak
of
patience
.
Measure
his
woe
the
length
and
breadth
of
mine
,
And
let
it
answer
every
strain
for
strain
,
As
thus
for
thus
,
and
such
a
grief
for
such
,
In
every
lineament
,
branch
,
shape
,
and
form
.
If
such
a
one
will
smile
and
stroke
his
beard
,
Bid
sorrow
wag
,
cry
hem
when
he
should
groan
,
Patch
grief
with
proverbs
,
make
misfortune
drunk
With
candle-wasters
,
bring
him
yet
to
me
,
And
I
of
him
will
gather
patience
.
But
there
is
no
such
man
.
For
,
brother
,
men
ACT 5. SC. 1
Can
counsel
and
speak
comfort
to
that
grief
Which
they
themselves
not
feel
,
but
tasting
it
,
Their
counsel
turns
to
passion
,
which
before
Would
give
preceptial
med’cine
to
rage
,
Fetter
strong
madness
in
a
silken
thread
,
Charm
ache
with
air
and
agony
with
words
.
No
,
no
,
’tis
all
men’s
office
to
speak
patience
To
those
that
wring
under
the
load
of
sorrow
,
But
no
man’s
virtue
nor
sufficiency
To
be
so
moral
when
he
shall
endure
The
like
himself
.
Therefore
give
me
no
counsel
.
My
griefs
cry
louder
than
advertisement
.
Therein
do
men
from
children
nothing
differ
.
I
pray
thee
,
peace
.
I
will
be
flesh
and
blood
,
For
there
was
never
yet
philosopher
That
could
endure
the
toothache
patiently
,
However
they
have
writ
the
style
of
gods
And
made
a
push
at
chance
and
sufferance
.
Yet
bend
not
all
the
harm
upon
yourself
.
Make
those
that
do
offend
you
suffer
too
.
There
thou
speak’st
reason
.
Nay
,
I
will
do
so
.
My
soul
doth
tell
me
Hero
is
belied
,
And
that
shall
Claudio
know
;
so
shall
the
Prince
And
all
of
them
that
thus
dishonor
her
.
Enter
Prince
and
Claudio
.
Here
comes
the
Prince
and
Claudio
hastily
.
Good
e’en
,
good
e’en
.
Good
day
to
both
of
you
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Hear
you
,
my
lords
—
We
have
some
haste
,
Leonato
.
Some
haste
,
my
lord
!
Well
,
fare
you
well
,
my
lord
.
Are
you
so
hasty
now
?
Well
,
all
is
one
.
Nay
,
do
not
quarrel
with
us
,
good
old
man
.
If
he
could
right
himself
with
quarrelling
,
Some
of
us
would
lie
low
.
Who
wrongs
him
?
Marry
,
thou
dost
wrong
me
,
thou
dissembler
,
thou
.
Nay
,
never
lay
thy
hand
upon
thy
sword
.
I
fear
thee
not
.
Marry
,
beshrew
my
hand
If
it
should
give
your
age
such
cause
of
fear
.
In
faith
,
my
hand
meant
nothing
to
my
sword
.
Tush
,
tush
,
man
,
never
fleer
and
jest
at
me
.
I
speak
not
like
a
dotard
nor
a
fool
,
As
under
privilege
of
age
to
brag
What
I
have
done
being
young
,
or
what
would
do
Were
I
not
old
.
Know
,
Claudio
,
to
thy
head
,
Thou
hast
so
wronged
mine
innocent
child
and
me
That
I
am
forced
to
lay
my
reverence
by
,
And
with
gray
hairs
and
bruise
of
many
days
Do
challenge
thee
to
trial
of
a
man
.
I
say
thou
hast
belied
mine
innocent
child
.
Thy
slander
hath
gone
through
and
through
her
heart
,
And
she
lies
buried
with
her
ancestors
,
O
,
in
a
tomb
where
never
scandal
slept
,
Save
this
of
hers
,
framed
by
thy
villainy
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
My
villainy
?
Thine
,
Claudio
,
thine
,
I
say
.
You
say
not
right
,
old
man
.
My
lord
,
my
lord
,
I’ll
prove
it
on
his
body
if
he
dare
,
Despite
his
nice
fence
and
his
active
practice
,
His
May
of
youth
and
bloom
of
lustihood
.
Away
!
I
will
not
have
to
do
with
you
.
Canst
thou
so
daff
me
?
Thou
hast
killed
my
child
.
If
thou
kill’st
me
,
boy
,
thou
shalt
kill
a
man
.
He
shall
kill
two
of
us
,
and
men
indeed
,
But
that’s
no
matter
.
Let
him
kill
one
first
.
Win
me
and
wear
me
!
Let
him
answer
me
.
—
Come
,
follow
me
,
boy
.
Come
,
sir
boy
,
come
,
follow
me
.
Sir
boy
,
I’ll
whip
you
from
your
foining
fence
,
Nay
,
as
I
am
a
gentleman
,
I
will
.
Brother
—
Content
yourself
.
God
knows
I
loved
my
niece
,
And
she
is
dead
,
slandered
to
death
by
villains
That
dare
as
well
answer
a
man
indeed
As
I
dare
take
a
serpent
by
the
tongue
.
—
Boys
,
apes
,
braggarts
,
jacks
,
milksops
!
Brother
Anthony
—
Hold
you
content
.
What
,
man
!
I
know
them
,
yea
,
And
what
they
weigh
,
even
to
the
utmost
scruple
—
Scambling
,
outfacing
,
fashionmonging
boys
,
That
lie
and
cog
and
flout
,
deprave
and
slander
,
Go
anticly
and
show
outward
hideousness
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
And
speak
off
half
a
dozen
dang’rous
words
How
they
might
hurt
their
enemies
,
if
they
durst
,
And
this
is
all
.
But
brother
Anthony
—
Come
,
’tis
no
matter
.
Do
not
you
meddle
.
Let
me
deal
in
this
.
Gentlemen
both
,
we
will
not
wake
your
patience
.
My
heart
is
sorry
for
your
daughter’s
death
,
But
,
on
my
honor
,
she
was
charged
with
nothing
But
what
was
true
and
very
full
of
proof
.
My
lord
,
my
lord
—
I
will
not
hear
you
.
No
?
Come
,
brother
,
away
.
I
will
be
heard
.
And
shall
,
or
some
of
us
will
smart
for
it
.
Leonato
and
his
brother
exit
.
Enter
Benedick
.
See
,
see
,
here
comes
the
man
we
went
to
seek
.
Now
,
signior
,
what
news
?
,
to
Prince
Good
day
,
my
lord
.
Welcome
,
signior
.
You
are
almost
come
to
part
almost
a
fray
.
We
had
like
to
have
had
our
two
noses
snapped
off
with
two
old
men
without
teeth
.
Leonato
and
his
brother
.
What
think’st
thou
?
Had
we
fought
,
I
doubt
we
should
have
been
too
young
for
them
.
In
a
false
quarrel
there
is
no
true
valor
.
I
came
to
seek
you
both
.
We
have
been
up
and
down
to
seek
thee
,
for
we
are
high-proof
melancholy
and
would
fain
have
it
beaten
away
.
Wilt
thou
use
thy
wit
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
It
is
in
my
scabbard
.
Shall
I
draw
it
?
Dost
thou
wear
thy
wit
by
thy
side
?
Never
any
did
so
,
though
very
many
have
been
beside
their
wit
.
I
will
bid
thee
draw
,
as
we
do
the
minstrels
:
draw
to
pleasure
us
.
As
I
am
an
honest
man
,
he
looks
pale
.
—
Art
thou
sick
,
or
angry
?
,
to
Benedick
What
,
courage
,
man
!
What
though
care
killed
a
cat
?
Thou
hast
mettle
enough
in
thee
to
kill
care
.
Sir
,
I
shall
meet
your
wit
in
the
career
,
an
you
charge
it
against
me
.
I
pray
you
,
choose
another
subject
.
,
to
Prince
Nay
,
then
,
give
him
another
staff
.
This
last
was
broke
’cross
.
By
this
light
,
he
changes
more
and
more
.
I
think
he
be
angry
indeed
.
If
he
be
,
he
knows
how
to
turn
his
girdle
.
Shall
I
speak
a
word
in
your
ear
?
God
bless
me
from
a
challenge
!
,
aside
to
Claudio
You
are
a
villain
.
I
jest
not
.
I
will
make
it
good
how
you
dare
,
with
what
you
dare
,
and
when
you
dare
.
Do
me
right
,
or
I
will
protest
your
cowardice
.
You
have
killed
a
sweet
lady
,
and
her
death
shall
fall
heavy
on
you
.
Let
me
hear
from
you
.
Well
,
I
will
meet
you
,
so
I
may
have
good
cheer
.
What
,
a
feast
,
a
feast
?
I’
faith
,
I
thank
him
.
He
hath
bid
me
to
a
calf’s
head
and
a
capon
,
the
which
if
I
do
not
carve
most
curiously
,
say
my
knife’s
naught
.
Shall
I
not
find
a
woodcock
too
?
Sir
,
your
wit
ambles
well
;
it
goes
easily
.
I’ll
tell
thee
how
Beatrice
praised
thy
wit
the
other
day
.
I
said
thou
hadst
a
fine
wit
.
True
,
said
ACT 5. SC. 1
she
,
a
fine
little
one
.
No
,
said
I
,
a
great
wit
.
Right
,
says
she
,
a
great
gross
one
.
Nay
,
said
I
,
a
good
wit
.
Just
,
said
she
,
it
hurts
nobody
.
Nay
,
said
I
,
the
gentleman
is
wise
.
Certain
,
said
she
,
a
wise
gentleman
.
Nay
,
said
I
,
he
hath
the
tongues
.
That
I
believe
,
said
she
,
for
he
swore
a
thing
to
me
on
Monday
night
which
he
forswore
on
Tuesday
morning
;
there’s
a
double
tongue
,
there’s
two
tongues
.
Thus
did
she
an
hour
together
transshape
thy
particular
virtues
.
Yet
at
last
she
concluded
with
a
sigh
,
thou
wast
the
proper’st
man
in
Italy
.
For
the
which
she
wept
heartily
and
said
she
cared
not
.
Yea
,
that
she
did
.
But
yet
for
all
that
,
an
if
she
did
not
hate
him
deadly
,
she
would
love
him
dearly
.
The
old
man’s
daughter
told
us
all
.
All
,
all
.
And
,
moreover
,
God
saw
him
when
he
was
hid
in
the
garden
.
But
when
shall
we
set
the
savage
bull’s
horns
on
the
sensible
Benedick’s
head
?
Yea
,
and
text
underneath
:
Here
dwells
Benedick
,
the
married
man
?
Fare
you
well
,
boy
.
You
know
my
mind
.
I
will
leave
you
now
to
your
gossip-like
humor
.
You
break
jests
as
braggarts
do
their
blades
,
which
,
God
be
thanked
,
hurt
not
.
—
My
lord
,
for
your
many
courtesies
I
thank
you
.
I
must
discontinue
your
company
.
Your
brother
the
Bastard
is
fled
from
Messina
.
You
have
among
you
killed
a
sweet
and
innocent
lady
.
For
my
Lord
Lackbeard
there
,
he
and
I
shall
meet
,
and
till
then
peace
be
with
him
.
Benedick
exits
.
He
is
in
earnest
.
In
most
profound
earnest
,
and
,
I’ll
warrant
you
,
for
the
love
of
Beatrice
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
And
hath
challenged
thee
?
Most
sincerely
.
What
a
pretty
thing
man
is
when
he
goes
in
his
doublet
and
hose
and
leaves
off
his
wit
!
He
is
then
a
giant
to
an
ape
;
but
then
is
an
ape
a
doctor
to
such
a
man
.
But
soft
you
,
let
me
be
.
Pluck
up
,
my
heart
,
and
be
sad
.
Did
he
not
say
my
brother
was
fled
?
Enter
Constables
Dogberry
and
Verges
,
and
the
Watch
,
with
Conrade
and
Borachio
.
Come
you
,
sir
.
If
justice
cannot
tame
you
,
she
shall
ne’er
weigh
more
reasons
in
her
balance
.
Nay
,
an
you
be
a
cursing
hypocrite
once
,
you
must
be
looked
to
.
How
now
,
two
of
my
brother’s
men
bound
?
Borachio
one
!
Hearken
after
their
offense
,
my
lord
.
Officers
,
what
offense
have
these
men
done
?
Marry
,
sir
,
they
have
committed
false
report
;
moreover
,
they
have
spoken
untruths
;
secondarily
,
they
are
slanders
;
sixth
and
lastly
,
they
have
belied
a
lady
;
thirdly
,
they
have
verified
unjust
things
;
and
,
to
conclude
,
they
are
lying
knaves
.
First
,
I
ask
thee
what
they
have
done
;
thirdly
,
I
ask
thee
what’s
their
offense
;
sixth
and
lastly
,
why
they
are
committed
;
and
,
to
conclude
,
what
you
lay
to
their
charge
.
Rightly
reasoned
,
and
in
his
own
division
;
and
,
by
my
troth
,
there’s
one
meaning
well
suited
.
,
to
Borachio
and
Conrade
Who
have
you
offended
,
masters
,
that
you
are
thus
bound
to
your
answer
?
This
learned
constable
is
too
cunning
to
be
understood
.
What’s
your
offense
?
Sweet
prince
,
let
me
go
no
farther
to
mine
answer
.
Do
you
hear
me
,
and
let
this
count
kill
me
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
I
have
deceived
even
your
very
eyes
.
What
your
wisdoms
could
not
discover
,
these
shallow
fools
have
brought
to
light
,
who
in
the
night
overheard
me
confessing
to
this
man
how
Don
John
your
brother
incensed
me
to
slander
the
Lady
Hero
,
how
you
were
brought
into
the
orchard
and
saw
me
court
Margaret
in
Hero’s
garments
,
how
you
disgraced
her
when
you
should
marry
her
.
My
villainy
they
have
upon
record
,
which
I
had
rather
seal
with
my
death
than
repeat
over
to
my
shame
.
The
lady
is
dead
upon
mine
and
my
master’s
false
accusation
.
And
,
briefly
,
I
desire
nothing
but
the
reward
of
a
villain
.
,
to
Claudio
Runs
not
this
speech
like
iron
through
your
blood
?
I
have
drunk
poison
whiles
he
uttered
it
.
,
to
Borachio
But
did
my
brother
set
thee
on
to
this
?
Yea
,
and
paid
me
richly
for
the
practice
of
it
.
He
is
composed
and
framed
of
treachery
,
And
fled
he
is
upon
this
villainy
.
Sweet
Hero
,
now
thy
image
doth
appear
In
the
rare
semblance
that
I
loved
it
first
.
Come
,
bring
away
the
plaintiffs
.
By
this
time
our
sexton
hath
reformed
Signior
Leonato
of
the
matter
.
And
,
masters
,
do
not
forget
to
specify
,
when
time
and
place
shall
serve
,
that
I
am
an
ass
.
Here
,
here
comes
Master
Signior
Leonato
,
and
the
Sexton
too
.
Enter
Leonato
,
his
brother
,
and
the
Sexton
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Which
is
the
villain
?
Let
me
see
his
eyes
,
That
,
when
I
note
another
man
like
him
,
I
may
avoid
him
.
Which
of
these
is
he
?
If
you
would
know
your
wronger
,
look
on
me
.
Art
thou
the
slave
that
with
thy
breath
hast
killed
Mine
innocent
child
?
Yea
,
even
I
alone
.
No
,
not
so
,
villain
,
thou
beliest
thyself
.
Here
stand
a
pair
of
honorable
men
—
A
third
is
fled
—
that
had
a
hand
in
it
.
—
I
thank
you
,
princes
,
for
my
daughter’s
death
.
Record
it
with
your
high
and
worthy
deeds
.
’Twas
bravely
done
,
if
you
bethink
you
of
it
.
I
know
not
how
to
pray
your
patience
,
Yet
I
must
speak
.
Choose
your
revenge
yourself
.
Impose
me
to
what
penance
your
invention
Can
lay
upon
my
sin
.
Yet
sinned
I
not
But
in
mistaking
.
By
my
soul
,
nor
I
,
And
yet
to
satisfy
this
good
old
man
I
would
bend
under
any
heavy
weight
That
he’ll
enjoin
me
to
.
I
cannot
bid
you
bid
my
daughter
live
—
That
were
impossible
—
but
,
I
pray
you
both
,
Possess
the
people
in
Messina
here
How
innocent
she
died
.
And
if
your
love
Can
labor
aught
in
sad
invention
,
Hang
her
an
epitaph
upon
her
tomb
And
sing
it
to
her
bones
.
Sing
it
tonight
.
Tomorrow
morning
come
you
to
my
house
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
And
since
you
could
not
be
my
son-in-law
,
Be
yet
my
nephew
.
My
brother
hath
a
daughter
,
Almost
the
copy
of
my
child
that’s
dead
,
And
she
alone
is
heir
to
both
of
us
.
Give
her
the
right
you
should
have
giv’n
her
cousin
,
And
so
dies
my
revenge
.
O
,
noble
sir
!
Your
overkindness
doth
wring
tears
from
me
.
I
do
embrace
your
offer
and
dispose
For
henceforth
of
poor
Claudio
.
Tomorrow
then
I
will
expect
your
coming
.
Tonight
I
take
my
leave
.
This
naughty
man
Shall
face
to
face
be
brought
to
Margaret
,
Who
I
believe
was
packed
in
all
this
wrong
,
Hired
to
it
by
your
brother
.
No
,
by
my
soul
,
she
was
not
,
Nor
knew
not
what
she
did
when
she
spoke
to
me
,
But
always
hath
been
just
and
virtuous
In
anything
that
I
do
know
by
her
.
,
to
Leonato
Moreover
,
sir
,
which
indeed
is
not
under
white
and
black
,
this
plaintiff
here
,
the
offender
,
did
call
me
ass
.
I
beseech
you
,
let
it
be
remembered
in
his
punishment
.
And
also
the
watch
heard
them
talk
of
one
Deformed
.
They
say
he
wears
a
key
in
his
ear
and
a
lock
hanging
by
it
and
borrows
money
in
God’s
name
,
the
which
he
hath
used
so
long
and
never
paid
that
now
men
grow
hardhearted
and
will
lend
nothing
for
God’s
sake
.
Pray
you
,
examine
him
upon
that
point
.
I
thank
thee
for
thy
care
and
honest
pains
.
Your
Worship
speaks
like
a
most
thankful
and
reverent
youth
,
and
I
praise
God
for
you
.
,
giving
him
money
There’s
for
thy
pains
.
God
save
the
foundation
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Go
,
I
discharge
thee
of
thy
prisoner
,
and
I
thank
thee
.
I
leave
an
arrant
knave
with
your
Worship
,
which
I
beseech
your
Worship
to
correct
yourself
,
for
the
example
of
others
.
God
keep
your
Worship
!
I
wish
your
Worship
well
.
God
restore
you
to
health
.
I
humbly
give
you
leave
to
depart
,
and
if
a
merry
meeting
may
be
wished
,
God
prohibit
it
.
—
Come
,
neighbor
.
Dogberry
and
Verges
exit
.
Until
tomorrow
morning
,
lords
,
farewell
.
Farewell
,
my
lords
.
We
look
for
you
tomorrow
.
We
will
not
fail
.
Tonight
I’ll
mourn
with
Hero
.
,
to
Watch
Bring
you
these
fellows
on
.
—
We’ll
talk
with
Margaret
,
How
her
acquaintance
grew
with
this
lewd
fellow
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Benedick
and
Margaret
.
Pray
thee
,
sweet
Mistress
Margaret
,
deserve
well
at
my
hands
by
helping
me
to
the
speech
of
Beatrice
.
Will
you
then
write
me
a
sonnet
in
praise
of
my
beauty
?
In
so
high
a
style
,
Margaret
,
that
no
man
living
shall
come
over
it
,
for
in
most
comely
truth
thou
deservest
it
.
To
have
no
man
come
over
me
?
Why
,
shall
I
always
keep
below
stairs
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
Thy
wit
is
as
quick
as
the
greyhound’s
mouth
;
it
catches
.
And
yours
as
blunt
as
the
fencer’s
foils
,
which
hit
but
hurt
not
.
A
most
manly
wit
,
Margaret
;
it
will
not
hurt
a
woman
.
And
so
,
I
pray
thee
,
call
Beatrice
.
I
give
thee
the
bucklers
.
Give
us
the
swords
;
we
have
bucklers
of
our
own
.
If
you
use
them
,
Margaret
,
you
must
put
in
the
pikes
with
a
vice
,
and
they
are
dangerous
weapons
for
maids
.
Well
,
I
will
call
Beatrice
to
you
,
who
I
think
hath
legs
.
And
therefore
will
come
.
Margaret
exits
.
Sings
The
god
of
love
That
sits
above
,
And
knows
me
,
and
knows
me
,
How
pitiful
I
deserve
—
I
mean
in
singing
.
But
in
loving
,
Leander
the
good
swimmer
,
Troilus
the
first
employer
of
panders
,
and
a
whole
book
full
of
these
quondam
carpetmongers
,
whose
names
yet
run
smoothly
in
the
even
road
of
a
blank
verse
,
why
,
they
were
never
so
truly
turned
over
and
over
as
my
poor
self
in
love
.
Marry
,
I
cannot
show
it
in
rhyme
.
I
have
tried
.
I
can
find
out
no
rhyme
to
lady
but
baby
—
an
innocent
rhyme
;
for
scorn
,
horn
—
a
hard
rhyme
;
for
school
,
fool
—
a
babbling
rhyme
;
very
ominous
endings
.
No
,
I
was
not
born
under
a
rhyming
planet
,
nor
I
cannot
woo
in
festival
terms
.
Enter
Beatrice
.
Sweet
Beatrice
,
wouldst
thou
come
when
I
called
thee
?
ACT 5. SC. 2
Yea
,
signior
,
and
depart
when
you
bid
me
.
O
,
stay
but
till
then
!
Then
is
spoken
.
Fare
you
well
now
.
And
yet
,
ere
I
go
,
let
me
go
with
that
I
came
,
which
is
,
with
knowing
what
hath
passed
between
you
and
Claudio
.
Only
foul
words
,
and
thereupon
I
will
kiss
thee
.
Foul
words
is
but
foul
wind
,
and
foul
wind
is
but
foul
breath
,
and
foul
breath
is
noisome
.
Therefore
I
will
depart
unkissed
.
Thou
hast
frighted
the
word
out
of
his
right
sense
,
so
forcible
is
thy
wit
.
But
I
must
tell
thee
plainly
,
Claudio
undergoes
my
challenge
,
and
either
I
must
shortly
hear
from
him
,
or
I
will
subscribe
him
a
coward
.
And
I
pray
thee
now
tell
me
,
for
which
of
my
bad
parts
didst
thou
first
fall
in
love
with
me
?
For
them
all
together
,
which
maintained
so
politic
a
state
of
evil
that
they
will
not
admit
any
good
part
to
intermingle
with
them
.
But
for
which
of
my
good
parts
did
you
first
suffer
love
for
me
?
Suffer
love
!
A
good
epithet
.
I
do
suffer
love
indeed
,
for
I
love
thee
against
my
will
.
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
.
Thou
and
I
are
too
wise
to
woo
peaceably
.
It
appears
not
in
this
confession
.
There’s
not
one
wise
man
among
twenty
that
will
praise
himself
.
An
old
,
an
old
instance
,
Beatrice
,
that
lived
in
the
time
of
good
neighbors
.
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
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
And
how
long
is
that
,
think
you
?
Question
:
why
,
an
hour
in
clamor
and
a
quarter
in
rheum
.
Therefore
is
it
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
your
cousin
?
Very
ill
.
And
how
do
you
?
Very
ill
,
too
.
Serve
God
,
love
me
,
and
mend
.
There
will
I
leave
you
too
,
for
here
comes
one
in
haste
.
Enter
Ursula
.
Madam
,
you
must
come
to
your
uncle
.
Yonder’s
old
coil
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
gone
.
Will
you
come
presently
?
Ursula
exits
.
Will
you
go
hear
this
news
,
signior
?
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Claudio
,
Prince
,
and
three
or
four
Lords
with
tapers
,
and
Musicians
.
Is
this
the
monument
of
Leonato
?
It
is
,
my
lord
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
,
reading
an
Epitaph
.
Done
to
death
by
slanderous
tongues
Was
the
Hero
that
here
lies
.
Death
,
in
guerdon
of
her
wrongs
,
Gives
her
fame
which
never
dies
.
So
the
life
that
died
with
shame
Lives
in
death
with
glorious
fame
.
He
hangs
up
the
scroll
.
Hang
thou
there
upon
the
tomb
,
Praising
her
when
I
am
dumb
.
Now
music
,
sound
,
and
sing
your
solemn
hymn
.
Song
Pardon
,
goddess
of
the
night
,
Those
that
slew
thy
virgin
knight
,
For
the
which
with
songs
of
woe
,
Round
about
her
tomb
they
go
.
Midnight
,
assist
our
moan
.
Help
us
to
sigh
and
groan
Heavily
,
heavily
.
Graves
,
yawn
and
yield
your
dead
,
Till
death
be
utterèd
,
Heavily
,
heavily
.
Now
,
unto
thy
bones
,
goodnight
.
Yearly
will
I
do
this
rite
.
Good
morrow
,
masters
.
Put
your
torches
out
.
The
wolves
have
preyed
,
and
look
,
the
gentle
day
Before
the
wheels
of
Phoebus
,
round
about
Dapples
the
drowsy
east
with
spots
of
gray
.
Thanks
to
you
all
,
and
leave
us
.
Fare
you
well
.
Good
morrow
,
masters
.
Each
his
several
way
.
Lords
and
Musicians
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
Come
,
let
us
hence
,
and
put
on
other
weeds
,
And
then
to
Leonato’s
we
will
go
.
And
Hymen
now
with
luckier
issue
speed
’s
,
Than
this
for
whom
we
rendered
up
this
woe
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Leonato
,
Benedick
,
Beatrice
,
Margaret
,
Ursula
,
Leonato’s
brother
,
Friar
,
Hero
.
Did
I
not
tell
you
she
was
innocent
?
So
are
the
Prince
and
Claudio
,
who
accused
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
.
Well
,
I
am
glad
that
all
things
sorts
so
well
.
And
so
am
I
,
being
else
by
faith
enforced
To
call
young
Claudio
to
a
reckoning
for
it
.
Well
,
daughter
,
and
you
gentlewomen
all
,
Withdraw
into
a
chamber
by
yourselves
,
And
when
I
send
for
you
,
come
hither
masked
.
The
Prince
and
Claudio
promised
by
this
hour
To
visit
me
.
—
You
know
your
office
,
brother
.
You
must
be
father
to
your
brother’s
daughter
,
And
give
her
to
young
Claudio
.
The
ladies
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
Which
I
will
do
with
confirmed
countenance
.
Friar
,
I
must
entreat
your
pains
,
I
think
.
To
do
what
,
signior
?
To
bind
me
,
or
undo
me
,
one
of
them
.
—
Signior
Leonato
,
truth
it
is
,
good
signior
,
Your
niece
regards
me
with
an
eye
of
favor
.
That
eye
my
daughter
lent
her
;
’tis
most
true
.
And
I
do
with
an
eye
of
love
requite
her
.
The
sight
whereof
I
think
you
had
from
me
,
From
Claudio
,
and
the
Prince
.
But
what’s
your
will
?
Your
answer
,
sir
,
is
enigmatical
.
But
for
my
will
,
my
will
is
your
goodwill
May
stand
with
ours
,
this
day
to
be
conjoined
In
the
state
of
honorable
marriage
—
In
which
,
good
friar
,
I
shall
desire
your
help
.
My
heart
is
with
your
liking
.
And
my
help
.
Here
comes
the
Prince
and
Claudio
.
Enter
Prince
,
and
Claudio
,
and
two
or
three
other
.
Good
morrow
to
this
fair
assembly
.
Good
morrow
,
prince
;
good
morrow
,
Claudio
.
We
here
attend
you
.
Are
you
yet
determined
Today
to
marry
with
my
brother’s
daughter
?
I’ll
hold
my
mind
were
she
an
Ethiope
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
Call
her
forth
,
brother
.
Here’s
the
Friar
ready
.
Leonato’s
brother
exits
.
Good
morrow
,
Benedick
.
Why
,
what’s
the
matter
That
you
have
such
a
February
face
,
So
full
of
frost
,
of
storm
,
and
cloudiness
?
I
think
he
thinks
upon
the
savage
bull
.
Tush
,
fear
not
,
man
.
We’ll
tip
thy
horns
with
gold
,
And
all
Europa
shall
rejoice
at
thee
,
As
once
Europa
did
at
lusty
Jove
When
he
would
play
the
noble
beast
in
love
.
Bull
Jove
,
sir
,
had
an
amiable
low
,
And
some
such
strange
bull
leapt
your
father’s
cow
And
got
a
calf
in
that
same
noble
feat
Much
like
to
you
,
for
you
have
just
his
bleat
.
For
this
I
owe
you
.
Here
comes
other
reck’nings
.
Enter
Leonato’s
brother
,
Hero
,
Beatrice
,
Margaret
,
Ursula
,
the
ladies
masked
.
Which
is
the
lady
I
must
seize
upon
?
This
same
is
she
,
and
I
do
give
you
her
.
Why
,
then
,
she’s
mine
.
—
Sweet
,
let
me
see
your
face
.
No
,
that
you
shall
not
till
you
take
her
hand
Before
this
friar
and
swear
to
marry
her
.
,
to
Hero
Give
me
your
hand
before
this
holy
friar
.
They
take
hands
.
I
am
your
husband
,
if
you
like
of
me
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
And
when
I
lived
,
I
was
your
other
wife
,
And
when
you
loved
,
you
were
my
other
husband
.
She
unmasks
.
Another
Hero
!
Nothing
certainer
.
One
Hero
died
defiled
,
but
I
do
live
,
And
surely
as
I
live
,
I
am
a
maid
.
The
former
Hero
!
Hero
that
is
dead
!
She
died
,
my
lord
,
but
whiles
her
slander
lived
.
All
this
amazement
can
I
qualify
,
When
after
that
the
holy
rites
are
ended
,
I’ll
tell
you
largely
of
fair
Hero’s
death
.
Meantime
let
wonder
seem
familiar
,
And
to
the
chapel
let
us
presently
.
Soft
and
fair
,
friar
.
—
Which
is
Beatrice
?
,
unmasking
I
answer
to
that
name
.
What
is
your
will
?
Do
not
you
love
me
?
Why
no
,
no
more
than
reason
.
Why
then
,
your
uncle
and
the
Prince
and
Claudio
Have
been
deceived
.
They
swore
you
did
.
Do
not
you
love
me
?
Troth
,
no
,
no
more
than
reason
.
Why
then
,
my
cousin
,
Margaret
,
and
Ursula
Are
much
deceived
,
for
they
did
swear
you
did
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
They
swore
that
you
were
almost
sick
for
me
.
They
swore
that
you
were
well-nigh
dead
for
me
.
’Tis
no
such
matter
.
Then
you
do
not
love
me
?
No
,
truly
,
but
in
friendly
recompense
.
Come
,
cousin
,
I
am
sure
you
love
the
gentleman
.
And
I’ll
be
sworn
upon
’t
that
he
loves
her
,
For
here’s
a
paper
written
in
his
hand
,
A
halting
sonnet
of
his
own
pure
brain
,
Fashioned
to
Beatrice
.
He
shows
a
paper
.
And
here’s
another
,
Writ
in
my
cousin’s
hand
,
stol’n
from
her
pocket
,
Containing
her
affection
unto
Benedick
.
She
shows
a
paper
.
A
miracle
!
Here’s
our
own
hands
against
our
hearts
.
Come
,
I
will
have
thee
,
but
by
this
light
I
take
thee
for
pity
.
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
.
Peace
!
I
will
stop
your
mouth
.
They
kiss
.
How
dost
thou
,
Benedick
,
the
married
man
?
I’ll
tell
thee
what
,
prince
:
a
college
of
wit-crackers
cannot
flout
me
out
of
my
humor
.
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
purpose
to
marry
,
I
will
think
nothing
to
any
purpose
that
the
world
can
say
against
it
,
and
ACT 5. SC. 4
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
.
I
had
well
hoped
thou
wouldst
have
denied
Beatrice
,
that
I
might
have
cudgeled
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
.
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
.
We’ll
have
dancing
afterward
.
First
,
of
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
Messenger
.
,
to
Prince
My
lord
,
your
brother
John
is
ta’en
in
flight
,
And
brought
with
armed
men
back
to
Messina
.
,
to
Prince
Think
not
on
him
till
tomorrow
.
I’ll
devise
thee
brave
punishments
for
him
.
—
Strike
up
,
pipers
!
Music
plays
.
They
dance
.
They
exit
.
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