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Pedro. Nay, if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.

Bened. I look for an earthquake too then.

Pedro. Well, you will temporise 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 supper; for, indeed, he hath made great preparation.

Bened. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and so I commit you

Claud. To the tuition of Heaven; from my house,

if I had it

Pedro. The sixth of July; your loving friend, Benedick.

Bened. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of your discourse is sometimes guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither:ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conscience; and so 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 see how apt it is to learn

Any hard lesson, that may do thee good.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord?

Pedro. No child but Hero; she's his only heir: Dost thou affect her, Claudio ? .

Claud. O my lord,

When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,
That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love:
But now I am return'd, and that war thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging, soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying I lik'd her, ere I went to wars.

Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,

And tire the hearer with a book of words:
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it,
And I will break with her.

Was't not to this end,

That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?
Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complexion!
But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.

Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the flood?

Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st;
And I will fit thee with the remedy.

I know we shall have revelling to-night;
I will assume thy part in some disguise,
And tell fair Hero, I am Claudio;
And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,
And take her hearing prisoner, with the force
And strong encounter of my amorous tale:
Then, after, to her father, will I break;
And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine;
In practice let us put it presently.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Hall, in LEONATO's House.

Enter DON JOHN and CONRAD.

Con. What the goujere, my lord! why are you thus out of measure sad?

John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit. Con. You should hear reason.

John. And when I have heard it, what blessing bringeth it?

Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient suffer

ance.

John. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, till you may do it without controlment. You have, of late, stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace: where, it is impossible you should take true root, but by the fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful, that you frame the season for your own harvest.

John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any in this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied, but I am a plain dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, and infranchised with a clog! therefore, I have decreed not to sing 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 seek not to alter me.

Con. Can you make use of your discontent?

John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here?

Enter BORACHIO.

What news, Borachio?

Bor. I came yonder, from a great supper; the prince, your brother, is royally entertained by Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he, for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness?

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Bor. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.

John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ?

Bor. Even he!

John. A proper squire! and who, and who? which way looks he?

Bor. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Le

onato.

John. A very forward March chick! Come, come; let us thither; this may prove food to my displeasure ; that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow: if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way. You are both sure, and will assist me? Con. To the death, my lord.

John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is the greater, that I am subdued. 'Would the cook were of my mind! [Exeunt.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

A Room in LEONATO's House.

Enter LEONATO and ANTONIG

Leon. How came you to this?

Ant. I tell you, the prince and Count Claudio, walking in the thick-pleached alley of the orchard,

were overheard by a man of mine. It was agreed upon, that the prince should, in a dance, woo Hero, as for himself, and, having obtained her, give her to Count Claudio.

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? Ant. A good sharp fellow. I will send for him, and you shall question him yourself.

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till it appear itself. But do you acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be better prepared for her answer, if, peradventure, this be true. Here she comes.

Enter HERO and BEATRICE.

Was not Count John here at supper?
Hero. I saw him not.

Beatr. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him, but I'm heart-burned an hour after, Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. Beatr. He were an excellent man, that were made just in the midway, between him and Benedick: the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling.

Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face

Beatr. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world—if he could get her good will.

Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be'st so shrewd of thy tongue!

Beatr. For the which blessing, I am at Heav'n upon my knees every morning and evening: Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woollen.

Leon. You may light upon a husband that hath no beard.

Beatr. What should I do with him? dress him in

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