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live no longer in monuments, than the bells ring, and the widow weeps.
Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Bene. Question ?-why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum; therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself; so much for praising myself; who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy; and now tell me, how doth your Cousin?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend; there will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Enter Ursula. Ursu. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's old coil at home; it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd; the Prince and Claudio mightily abus'd ; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will you come presently ?
Beat. Will you go hear this news, Signior ?
Bene. I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be bury'd in thy heart; and moreover I will go
with thee to thy uncle.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with tapers
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
Was the Hero, that here lies:
Gives her fame which never dies.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Claud. Now music sound, and sing your folemin hynin.
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this Right. 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 drousy east with spots of grey: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud, Good morrow, masters; each his several
way. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go.
Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's, Than this, for whom we render'd up
Changes to Leonato's House. Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,
Friar, and Hero.
she Friar. D Deon. Stotale The Prince and Claudio, who
Ant. Well; I am glad, that all things fort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Leon. Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves. And when I send for you, come hither mask'd: The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour
your office, brother, You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio.
Exeunt Ladies, Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must intreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, Signior?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them: Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior, Your neice regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most
true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leon. The fight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince; but what's
ut what's your will ? I 3
To visit me; you
Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
S CE N E X.
Leon. Good morrow, Prince; good morn
row, Claudio, We here attend you; are you yet determin'd To day to marry with my
brother's daughter ? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar reacy.
Exit Antonio. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick; why, what's the
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Bene, Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low,
other recknings. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
Ant. This fame is she, and I do give you her.
I am your
Leon. No, that
take her hand Before this Friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand; before this holy Friar, husband if
like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife.
[Unmasking. And when
other husband. Claud. Another Hero?
Hero. Nothing certainer.
Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead!
Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?
will ? Bene. Do not you love me? Beat. Why, no, no more than reason.
Bene. Why, then your Uncle, and the Prince, and Claudio, have been deceiv'd; they swore, you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, then my Cousin, Margaret and Ursula, Have been deceiv’d; for they did swear, you did.
Bene. They swore, you were almost fick for me.
do not love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence.