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Done to death by alanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies
Gives her fame which never dies:
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Midnight, assist our moan;
Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!
Yearly will I do this rite. D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your
torches out: The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle
day, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other
A room in Leonato's house.
Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice,
Ursula, Friar, und Hero.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent?
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
Bene. To bind me, or undo mc, one of them.
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most
true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with attendants.
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
We here attend you; are you yet determin'd
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
[Exit Antonio. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why what's
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
And • Ве
Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd.
Claud. For this I owe you: here come other
reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why then she's mine: Sweet, let me see
Lam. 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; I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife :
[Unmasking And when you loved, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero?
Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?
What is your will?
No, no more than reason.
Beat. Do not you love me?
No, no more than reason.
Beat. Why then, my cousin, Margaret, and
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for
- Forth thee; by
Claus nied Be thy sing out of look exc
Bene. dance et hearts, Leon
Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead
for pie. Bene. 'Tis no such matter:-Then, you do not
love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gen.
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 not deny you ;-but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married
man ? Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wite 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 him: In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think nothing to any pur. pose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for
The dier, ed, is distii