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that the brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheate winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me; becaufe I will not do them the Wrong to mistrust any, I will do myfelf the Right to truft none; and the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I will live a batchelor.
Pedro. I fhall fee thee, ere I die, look pale with love. Bene. With anger, with fickness, or with hunger, my lord, not with love: prove, that ever I lofe more blood with love, than I will get again with drinking, prick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the Sign of blind Cupid
Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.
Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and fhoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapt on the shoulder, and call'd Adam. (3)
Pedro. Well, as time fhall try; in time the favage bull doth bear the yoke.
Bene. The favage bull may, but if ever the fenfible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's-horns, and fet them in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted;
(3) And be that bits me, let him be clap'd on the Shoulder, and sall'd Adam.] But why fhould he therefore be call'd Adam ? Perhaps, by a Quotation or two we may be able to trace the Poet's Allufion here. In Law-Tricks, or, Who would bare thought it, (a Comedy written by John Day, and printed in 1608) I find this Speech.
I bave beard, Old Adam was an boneft Man, and a good Gardiner; lov'd Lettice well, Salads and Cabage reasonable well, yet no Tobacco; -Again, Adam Bell, a fubftantial Outlaw, and a paffing good Archer, yet no Tobacconist.
By This it appears, that Adam Bell at that time of day was of Reputation for his Skill at the Bow. I find him again mention'd in a Burlesque Poem of Sir William Davenant's, call'd, The long Vacation in London: and had I the Convenience of confulting Afcbam's Toxophilus, I might probably grow still better acquainted with his History.
and in fuch great letters as they write, Here is good Horfe to hire, let them fignifie under my Sign, Here you may fee Benedick the marry'd man.
Claud. If this fhould ever happen, thou would'st be horn-mad
Pedro. Nay, if Cupid hath not fpent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.
Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.
Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the hours; in the mean time, good Signior Benedick, repair to Leonato's, commend me to him, and tell him I will not fail him at fupper; for, indeed, he hath made great preparation.
Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for fuch an embaffage, and fo I commit you
Claud. To the tuition of God; From my houfe, if I had it,
Pedro. The fixth of July, your loving friend, Bea nedick.
Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not; the body of your difcourfe is fometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither: ere you flout old ends any further, examine your confcience; and fo I leave you.
[Exit. Claud. My Liege, your Highness now may do me good. Pedro. My love is thine to teach, teach it but how, And thou shalt fee how apt it is to learn
Any hard leffon that may do thee good,
Claud. Hath Leonato any fon, my lord?
Pedro. No child but Hero, fhe's his only heir: Doft thou affect her, Claudio?
Claud. O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is;
Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
And I will break with her: and with her Father,
Claud. How fweetly do you minifter to love,
Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the
The fairest grant is the neceffity;
Look, what will ferve, is fit; 'tis once, thou lov❜st;
And I will fit thee with the remedy.
I know, we shall have revelling to night;
Re-enter Leonato and Antonio.
Leon. How now, Brother, where is my Coufin your fon? hath he provided this mufick?
Ant. He is very bufie about it; but, brother, I can tell you news that you yet dream'd not of.
Leon. Are they good?
Ant. As the event ftamps them, but they have a good cover; they fhow well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard, were thus over-heard by a man of mine: The Prince difcover'd to Claudio, that he lov'd my neice your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he meant
to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with you of it.
Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? Ant. A good fharp fellow; I will fend for him, and question him your self.
Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, 'till it appear it felf: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that the may be the better prepared for anfwer, if peradventure this be true; go you and tell her of it: Cou fins, you know what you have to do. [Several cross the Stage here.] O, I cry you mercy, friend, go you with me and I will use your skill; good Coufin, have a care [Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in Leonato's House.
this bufie time.
Enter Don John and Conrade.
Conr. What the good-jer, my lord, why are you
John. There is no measure in the occafion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.
Conr. You should hear reason,
John. And when I have heard it, what Bleffing bringeth it?
Conr. If not a prefent remedy, yet a patient fufferance.
John. I wonder, that thou (being, as thou fay'ft thou art, born under Saturn) goeft about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief: I cannot hide what I am : I must be fad when I have caufe, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; fleep when I am drowfie, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.
Conr. Yes, but you must not make the full show of this, 'till you may do it without controlement; you have of late ftood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace, where it is impoffible
you should take root, but by the fair weather that you make your felf; it is needful that you frame the feafon for your own harvest.
John I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rofe in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be difdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from in this, (though I cannot be faid to be a flattering honest man) it must not be deny'd but I am a plain-dealing villain; I am trufted with a muzzel, and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed not to fing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time let me be that I am, and feek not to alter me.
Conr. Can you make no use of your discontent? John. I will make all ufe of it, for I use it only. Who comes here? what news, Borachio?
Bora. I came yonder from a great fupper; the Prince, your brother, is royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.
John Will it ferve for any model to build mischief on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietnefs?
Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
John. Who, the most exquifite Claudio?
Bora. Even he.
John. A proper Squire! and who, and who? which way looks he?
Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leo
John. A very forward March chick! how come you to this?
Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was fmoaking a mufty room, comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in fad conference: I whipt behind the Arras, and there heard it agreed upon, that the Prince fhould woo Hero for himself; and having obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio.
John. Come, come, let us thither, this may prove