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Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing I am at 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 woollen.
Leon. You may light upon a husband that hath no beard.
Beat. 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 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 bearward, and lead his apes into hell.
Leon. Well then, go you into hell?
Beat. 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.
Ant. Well, niece [to Hero], I trust you will be ruled by your father.
Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you : --but yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, Father, as it please me.
Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman
to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make 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.
Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you : if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer.
Beat. 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 cinque-pace : the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerlymodest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then cornes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.
Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.
Leon. The revellers are entering, brother ; make good room.
Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BILTIAZAP.,
Don John, BORACIII ), MARGARET, Ursula, and others, masked.
D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your friend?
Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, especially, when I walk away. D. Pedro. With me in your company? Hero. I may say so when I please.
D. Pedro. And when please you to say so?
Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend the lute should be like the case ! D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within
the house is Jove. Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.
[Takes her aside.
Balth. Which is one ?
Marg. God match me with a good dancer ! Balth. Amen. Marg. And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done !—Answer, clerk.
Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered.
Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior Antonio.
Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
Urs. 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.
Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an end.
Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so? Bene. No, you shall pardon me.
Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ?
Beat. That I was disdainful,—and that I had my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-well, this was signior Benedick that
Bene. What's he?
Beat. 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 villany; for he both pleaseth 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.
Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say.
Beat. 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 within.] We must follow the leaders.
Bene. In every good thing.
Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning.
[Dance. . Then exeunt all but Dox Jouy,
BORACIII", and CLAUDIO. D. John. 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.
Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his bearing.
D. John. Are not you signior Benedick ?
D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his love : he is enamoured 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.
Claud. How know you he loves her ?
Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to-night. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.
[Exeunt Don John and BORACHIO. Claud. 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
tongucs ; 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,
Bene. Count Claudio ?
Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own business, count. What fashion will you