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Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior,
Your neice regards me with an eye of favour.
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis moft

true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. The fight whereof, I think, you had from

me, From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will?

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
But for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
I th' state of honourable marriage ;
In which, good Friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar. And

my help.

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Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
Pedro. Good morrow to this fair afsembly.
Leon. Good morrow, Prince; good morrow,

: Claudio,
We here attend you; are you yet determind
To day to marry with


brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon, Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar ready.

[Exit Antonio, Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick; why, what's the

matter, That you have such a February-face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Claud, I think, he thinks upon the favage bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And so all Europe shall rejoice at thee; As once Europa did at lufty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love.


Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low, And some such ftrange 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.


Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and

Urfula, mask'd. Claud. For this I owe you; here come other

Which is the lady I must seize upon?

Ant. This fame is the, and I do give you her.
Claud. Why, then she's mine; Sweet, let me see

your face.

Leon. No, that you shall not, 'till you take her

hand Before this Friar, and swear to marry her.

Claud. Give me your hand; before this holy Friar, I am your husband if


like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife.

[Unmasking: And when you lov'd, you were my other husband.

Claud. Another Hero?

Hero. Nothing certainer.
One Hero dy'd defild, but I do live;
And, surely, as I live, I am a maid.

Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
Leon. She dy'd, my lord, but whiles her Nander

Friar. All this amazement can I qualifie.
When, after that the holy rites are ended,
I'll tell thee largely of fair Hero's death:
Mean time let wonder seem familiar,
And to the chappel let us presently.
Bene, Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?


Beat. I answer to that name; what is


will? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat. Why, no, no more than reason,

Bene, Why, then your Uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio, have been deceiv'd; they swore, you did.

Beat. Do not you love me?

Bene. Troch, no, no more than reason. Beat. Why, then my Cousin, Margaret and Ursula, Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did.

Bene. They swore, you were almost fick for me. Beat. They swore, you were well-nigh dead for


Bene. 'Tis no matter; then you do not love me?
Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence.
Leon. Come, Cousin, I am sure, you love the gen-

tleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves


For here's a paper written in his hand,
A halting fonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.

Hero. And here's another,
Writ in my Cousin's hand, ftolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick.

Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts; come, I will have thee; but; by this light, I take thee for pity.

Beat, ? I would not deny you ; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save


2 I would not deny you,, &c.] Mr. Theobold says, is not this mock-reasoning ? She would not deny him, but that she yields upon great perfuafion. In changing the Negative I make no doubt but I have retriev'd the poet's humour: and so changes not into yet. But is not this a Mack Critic? who could not see that the plain obvious sense of the common reading was this, I cannot find in my heart to deny you, but for all that I yield, after having stood aut great perfuafions to submission. He had said, I take thee for

your life ; for as I was told, you were in a consumption. Benė. Peace, I will stop your mouth.

(Kiffing ber. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married man?

Bene. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a College of witcrackers cannot fout me out of my humour: dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram ? no: “ if a

man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear no" thing 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 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 unbruis'd, and love my cousin.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou would i have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell'd 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 marry'd, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives heels.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.

Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, musick. Prince, thou art fad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no staff more reverend than one tipt with horn.

pity, the replies, I would not deny thee. i.e. I take thee for pity too: but as I live I am won to this compliance by importunity of friends. Mr. Theobald by altering not to yet makes it supposed, that be had been importunate, and that she had often denied; which was not the cale.


Enter Messenger.
Mej. My Lord, your brother John is ta'en in

And brought with armed men back to Meffina.

Bene. Think not on him 'till to morrow: I'll devise thee brave punishments for him. Pipers.

[Dance. [Exeunt omnes.

Strike up,


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