ACT V BENE. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deserv'st it. MARG. To have no man come over me! why, shall I always keep me below stairs? BENE. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches. MARG. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils: which hit, but hurt not. BENE. A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a woman: and so I pray thee, call Beatrice. I give thee the bucklers.1 MARG. Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own. BENE. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids. 21 MARG. Well; I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs. BENE. And therefore will come. [Exit MARGARET. [sings.] The God of love, that sits above, And knows me, and knows me, How pitiful I deserve I mean in singing; but in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and a whole bookful of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse-why, they were never so truly turn'd over and over as my poor self in love. Marry, I cannot shew it in rhyme; I have tried: I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby-an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn— a hard rhyme; for school, fool-a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival' terms. Enter BEATRICE. Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call'd thee? BEAT. Yea, Signior, and depart when you bid me. 2 'pike' the spike of the old fashioned buckler; with a liberal play on another meaning of the Latin word. 1 I lay down my arms, and yield me. 40 T BENE. O, stay but till then! BEAT. Then is spoken; fare you well now. ACT V And yet, Sc. II ere I go, let me go with that I came; which is, with knowing what hath pass'd between you and Claudio. BENE. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee. BEAT. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkiss'd. 48 BENE. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, 60 BENE. Suffer love a good epithet! I do suffer love 71 BEAT. And how long is that, think you? ACT V BENE. And how do you? Sc. II BEAT. Very ill too. BENE. Serve God, love me, and mend. leave you too, for here comes one in haste. URS. Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's BEAT. Will you go hear this news, Signior? BENE. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle's. SCENE III. The Church. Enter CLAUDIO, PRINCE, and three or four CLAUD. Is this the monument of Leonato ? ATTEN. It is, my Lord. CLAUD. [reads from a scroll.] Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies: Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, Gives her fame which never dies. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Pardon, Goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight; Midnight, assist our moan; Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, Till Death be uttered,1 Heavily, heavily. CLAUD. Now, unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this rite. .20 D. PEDRO. Good morrow, Masters; put your torches out : Dapples the drowsy East with spots of grey. CLAUD. And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds 31 Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, · F. FRAN. Did I not tell you she was innocent? 1 till Death's full measure be expressed. ΙΟ [Exeunt Ladies. ACT V Sc. III ACT V You must be father to your brother's daughter, ANT. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. BENE. To bind me, or undo me; one of them. But, for my will, my will is your good-will In which, good Friar, I shall desire your help. Here comes the Prince and Claudio. And my help. Enter DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants. 20 30 [Exit ANTONIO. D. PEDRO. Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? CLAUD. I think he thinks upon the savage bull. Tush, fear not, man; we'll tip thy horns with gold, As once Europa did at lusty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love. BENE. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low; And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, 40 |