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All matter elfe seems weak: she cannot love,
Urf. Sure, I think so;
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet. saw man,
Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No; for to be so odd, and from all fashions,
Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick, And counsel him to fight against his passion. And, truly, I'll devise fome honest Nanders To stain my cousin with; one doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking.
Urf. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. She cannot be so much without true judgment,
(Having so sweet and excellent a wit, As she is priz’d to have) as to refuse So rare a gentleman as Benedick.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
Urs. His excellence did earn it ere he had it. When are you marry'd, madam?
Hero. Why, every day; to-morrow: come, go in; I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
Urs. She's ta’en, I warrant you; we have caught her, madam.
Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps;
Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?
No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee;
Taming my wild heårt 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.
Leonato's house. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato. Pedro. Do but stay 'till your marriage be consummate, and
then I go toward Arragon. Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll youchsafe me.
Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a foil 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 fole of his foot he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, 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.
Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Pedro. Hang him, truant, there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: if he be fad, he wants money.
Bene. I have the tooth-ach.
Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises; as, to be a Dutchman to-day, a Frenchman to-morrow; 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.
Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat a-mornings; what should that bode?
Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ?
Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath already stuff'd tennis-balls.
Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did by the loss of a beard.
Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet; can you smell him out by that?
Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet youth’s in love.
Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear what they say of him.
Claud. Nay, but his jefting spirit, which is now crept into a lute-string, and now govern’d by stops —
Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude he is in love.
Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.
Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in despite of all, dies for him.
Pedro. She shall be bury'd with her heels upwards.
Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach. Old fignior, walk aside with me; I have study'd eight or nine wise words to speak to you which these hobby-horses must not hear.
[Exeunt Bene, and Leon. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Beatrice.
Claud. "Tis even so. Hero and Margaret have by this play'd their parts with Beatrice; and then the two bears will not bite one another when they meet.
They should be bury'd with their heels upwards was a proverbial saying heretofore in use, and apply'd to those who had met with any piece of fortune very surprizing and very rare.
Enter Don John.
John. If it please you: yet count Claudio may hear; for what
Pedro. What's the matter?
John. You may think, I love you not; let that appear hereafter,
John. I came hither to tell you; and, circumstances shortend, (for she hath been too long a talking of) the lady is disloyal.
Claud. Who? Hero?
John. 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 enter'd; even the night before her wedding-day: if you love her then, to-morrow wed her; but it would better fit your honour to change your mind.
Claud. May this be fo?