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witness : and virtuous—’tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me.—By my troth, it is no addition to her wit ;—nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage : but doth not the appetite alter ? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age : shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour ? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.--Here comes Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.
Enter BEATRICE. Bcat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you
your pains. Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful I would not have come.
Bene. You take pleasure, then, in the message?
Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choke a daw withal-You have no stomach, signior; fare you well. [Exit.
Bene. Ha! Against my will, I am scnt to bid you come in to dinner-there's a double meaning in that. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to thank me--that's as much as to say, Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks.—If I do not take pity of her I am a villain; if I do not love her I am a Jew: I will go get her picture.
SCENE 1.-Leonato's Garden.
Enter HER ', MARGARET, and URSULA.
Proposing with the prince and Claudio : Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us; And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripend by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter ;—like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it:—there will she
hide her, To listen our propose : this is thy office, Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
[Exit. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth
Enter BEATRICE, behind.
Urs. The pleasantest angling is to see the fish
nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it. —
[They advance to the bower. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; I know, her spirits are as coy and wild As haggards of the rock. Urs.
But are you sure, That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ? Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed
lord. Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ?
Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it : But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection, And never to let Beatrice know of it.
Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentle
Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
Hero. O God of love! I know he doth deserve
Values itself so highly, that to her
Sure, I think so;
man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured, But she would spell him backward : if fair faced, She would swear the gentleman should be her
sister; If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic, Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely cut : If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; If silent, why, a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out; And never gives to truth and virtue that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth. Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not com
mendable. Hero. No; not to be so odd, and from all
fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable : But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, She would mock me into air; 0, she would laugh
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
And coursel him to fight agairfst his passion :
Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy, Always excepted my dear Claudio.
Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, Speaking my fancy; signior Benedick, For shape, for bearing, argument, and valour, Goes foremost in report through Italy.
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. When are you married, madam ?
Hero. Why, every day, to-morrow : come, go
I'll show thee some attires; and have thy counsel,
have caught her, madam. Hero. [aside.] If it prove so, then loving goes
by haps : Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
[Exeunt Heo and URSULA.
Beat. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be
true ? Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn
much? Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu !
No glory lives behind the back of such.