I do embrace your offer; and dispose For henceforth of poor Claudio. Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming; Tó-night I take my leave. This naughty man Bora. I mean, in singing; but in loving, Leander the swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panNo, by my soul, she was not; dars, and a whole book full of these quondam car Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not unso truly turned over and over as my poor self, in der white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offen- love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have der, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be retried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an membered in his punishment: and also, the watch innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he for school, fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming and borrows money in God's name; the which he planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms. hath used so long, and never paid, that now men Enter Beatrice. grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called sake: pray you, examine him upon that point. thee? Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid mes Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now:and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon, I will Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your wor-kiss thee. ship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind yourself, for the example of others. God keep your is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; worship; I wish your worship well; God restore therefore I will depart unkissed. you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart; Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohi- right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell bit it-Come, neighbour. [Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to morrow. D. Pedro. We will not fail. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with Margaret, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd1 fellow. [Exeunt. SCENE 11. - Leonato's Garden. Enter Benedick and Margaret, meeting. Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty? Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it. Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs? Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches. Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not. thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either 1 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? Beat. 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? Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. Beat. 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. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours: 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. Beat. And how long is that, think you? Bene. Question? Whr, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore, it is most expe dient for the wise (if Don Worm, his conscience, Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice: find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the I give thee the bucklers. Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own. will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Enter Ursula. Urs. 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? Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bene. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The inside of a church. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and attendants with music and tapers. Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? Claud. [Reads from a scroll.] Done to death by slanderous tongues, Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing it. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; And when I send for you, come hither mask'd : The prince and Claudio promis'd 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. [Exeunt Ladies. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, signior? Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your will? Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with attendants. We here attend you; are you yet determin'd readv. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:- your face. Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife; One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluLeon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander sion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have liv'd. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves For here's a paper, written in his hand, beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. Claud. I had well hoped, thou would'st have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends: -let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our hearts, and our wives' heels. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, music.-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn. This play may be justly said to contain two of the most sprightly characters that Shakspeare ever drew. The wit, the humourist, the gentleman, and the soldier, are combined in Benedick. It is to be lamented, indeed, that the first and most splendid of these distinctions, is disgraced by unnecessary profaneness; for the goodness of his heart is hardly sufficient to atone for the license of his tongue. The too sarcastic levity, which flashes out Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against in the conversation of Beatrice, may be excused our hearts!-Come, I will have thee; but, by this on account of the steadiness and friendship so aplight, I take thee for pity. parent in her behaviour, when she urges her lover Hero. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. Beat. I would not deny you;-but, by this good to risk his life by a challenge to Claudio. In the day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to conduct of the fable, however, there is an impersave your life, for I was told you were in a consump-fection similar to that which Dr. Johnson has pointtion. ed out in The Merry Wives of Windsor :-the Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.second contrivance is less ingenious than the first :[Kissing her, or, to speak more plainly, the same incident is beD. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married come stale by repetition. I wish some other method man? had been found to entrap Beatrice, than that very Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-one which before had been successfully practised on crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: dost Benedick. thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram; No: Much Ado About Nothing (as I understand if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear from one of Mr. Vertue's MSS.) formerly passed nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do under the title of Benedick and Beatrix. Heming propose to marry, I will think nothing to any pur- the player received, on the 20th of May, 1613, the pose that the world can say against it; and there-sum of forty pounds, and twenty pounds fore never flout at me for what I have said against his majesty's gratuity, for exhibiting six plays at Hampton Court, among which was this comedy. STEEVENS (1) Because. more as ACT I. SCENE I.-Athens. A room in the palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and attendants. Theseus. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Long withering out young man's revenue. Oberon, king of the fairies. Titania, queen of the fairies. Puck, or Robin Good-fellow, a fairy. Peas-Blossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustard-seed, Pyramus, Thisbe, Wall, fairies. Characters in the interlude, per- Other faries attending their king and queen. Scene, Athens, and a wood not far from it. And interchang'd love-tokens with my child: Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in Which shall be either to this gentleman, nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; The. Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostrate. Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius. Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint (1) Shows. Or to her death; according to our law, The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid: To you your father should be as a god; One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax, To leave the figure, or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. Her. So is Lysander. In himself he is: But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. The. Either to die the death, or to abjure (2) Baubles. |