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say, the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them wit.
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, just 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 sent 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 easie 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.
SCE N E continues in ibe Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio;
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, presently. [Exit.
Herb. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
Enter Beatrice, running towards the Arbour.
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Ursu. But are you sure,
Hero. So says 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 deserve
Ursu. Sure, I think so;
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet faw man,
If low, an Aglet very vilely cut; (10)
wrong side out, And never gives to truth and virtue That, Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
Ursu. Sure, fure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No; for to be so odd, and from all fashions,
away in fighs, waste inwardly;
Urfu. Yet tell her of it ; hear what she will say:
Hero. No, rather. I will go to Benedick,,
Ursu. O, do not do your Cousin such a wrong:
(10) If low, an Agat very vilely cut ; ] But why an Agat, if low : And what Shadow of Likeness between a little Man and an Agat? The Antients, indeed, used this Stone to cut in, and upon; but most exquisitely. I make no question but thePoet wrote;
an Aglet very vilely cut; An Aglet was the Tagg of chose 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 the Shape of little Images; or at least had a Head cut ac the Extremity, as is seen at the End of the Start of old-fasiz on'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 an Aglet illocht,
So rare a gentleman as Benedick.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy, Always excepted my dear Claudio. Ursu. I pray you, be not angry
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 best to furnish me to morrow.
Ursu. She's lim’d, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam.
Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps ; Some Cupids kill with arrows, Some with traps.
[ Exeunt, Beatrice, advancing. Beat. What fire is in my ears ? can this be true ?
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 requite thee;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand ; If thou dost love, thy kindness fall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band. For others say, thou doit deserve ; and I Believe it better than reportingly.
S CE N E, Leonato's House.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick and Leonato. Pedro. DO but stay 'till your marriage be consummate,
I Claud. I'll bring you thither my lord, if you'll vouch
Pedro. Nay, That would be as great a foil in the new