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say, the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witnefs : and virtuous; 'tis fo, 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 to have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd 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 quipps 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 batchelor, I did not think I fhould live 'till I were marry'd. Here comes Beatrice : by this day, she's a fair lady ; I do fpy some marks of love in her.
Enter Beatrice. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for 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, juft so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choak a daw withal : you have no ftomach, Signior ; fare you well.
[Exit. Bene. Ha! against my will I am fent 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 eafie as thanks. If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am i jow; I will go get her Picture.
SCENE continues in the Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, presently. [Exit.
Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
Enter Beatrice, running towards the Arbour.
Cut with her golden oars the filver stream,
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Urfü. Bat are you fure,
Hero. So fays the Prince, and my new-trothed lord.
Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it;
Ursu. Why did you fo? doth not the Gentleman
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deferve
Ursu. Sure, I think so;
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet faw man,
If low, an Aglet very vilely cut; (10)
Ursu, Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No; for to be so odd, and from all fashionsg As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable. But who dare tell her so? if I should speak, She'd mock me into air ; O, she would laugh me Out of my self, prefs me to death with wit. Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in fighs, waste inwardly, It were a better death than die with mocks, Which is as bad as 'tis to die with tickling.
Ursu. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say:
Hero. No, rather I will go to Benedick,.
Ursu. O, do not do your Coufin such a wrong.
(10) If low, an Agat very vilehy out ; ] But why an Agat, if Jow? And what. Shadow of Likeness between a little Man and an Agat ? Tlic Antients, indeed, used this Stone to cut in, and upon; but most exquisitely. I make no quefion but the Poct wrote;
an Aglet very vilely cut; An Aglet was the Tagg of those Points, formerly so much in Fashion. These Taggs were either of Gold, Silver, or Brass, according to the Quality of the Wearer; and were commonly In thę shape of little Images; or at least had a Head cut at the Extremity, as is seen at the End of the Start of old-fahion'd Spoons. And as a tall Man is before compar'd to a Launce ill-headed ; so, by the same Figure, a little Man is very aptly liken'd to in Aglet illosma
So rare a gentleman as Benedick.
Hero, He is the only man of Italy, Always excepted my dear Claudio.
Urfu. 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. Ursu. 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 shew thee some attires, and have thy counsel Which is the beft to furnish me to morrow.
Ursu. She's lim'd, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam.
Hero. If it prove fo, then loving goes by haps ; Some Cupids kill with arrows, Some with traps.
[ Excunt. Beatrice, advancing. Beat. What fire is in my ears ? can this be trye?
Stand I condemn'd for Pride and Scorn so much? Contempt, farewel! and maiden pride, adieu !
No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on, I will require thee;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; If thou dost love, thy 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.
S CE N E, Leonato's House. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick and Leonato. Pedro.T DO but stay 'till your marriage be confummate, and then
I toward Arragon. Claud. I'll bring you thither my lord, if you'll vouchPedro. Nay, That would be as great a foil in the new