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Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio who accus'd her,
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things fort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them:
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her ; 'tis most true.
From Claudio, and the prince; but what's your will?
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical;
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Leon. Good morrow, prince, good morrow, Claudio,
have such a february face,
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Bene. Bull Jove, fir, had an amiable low,
SCE N E XI.. Enter Antonio with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and Ursula, mask’d.
Claud. For this I owe you; here come other reck’nings. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
I am your
Leon. This same is she, and I do give you her.
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, 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.
Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead !
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify.
Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice ?
Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did.
. Beat. Do not you love me? Bene. Troth, no, no more than reason.
Beat. Why, then my cousin,. Margaret, and Ursula, Are much deceiv’d; for they did swear, you
did. Bene. They swore, you were almost fick for me. Beat. They swore, you were wellnigh dead for me. 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 gentleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't that he loves her,
For here's a paper written in his hand,
Hero. And here's another,
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 now deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and, partly, to save your life; for, as I was told, you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.
[kisses her. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the marry'd man?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-crackers 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 nothing handsome about hiin: 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 unbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldst have deny'd 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.