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Beat. No, not rill a hot January.
Enter Don Pedro, attended by BALTHAZAR and others; Don JOHN, CLAUDIO, and BENEDICK.
D. Pedro. Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble : the fashion of the world is 10 avoid cost, and yon encouuier it.
Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace : for trouble being goue, comfort should remain; but, when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.
D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too will. ingly. I think, this is your daughter.
Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. Dene. Were you in doubt, Sir, that you ask'd her?
Leon. Signior Benedick, no, for then were you a child.
D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, the lady fathers herself : Be happy, Lady! for yoil are like an honourable father.
Bene. If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders, for all Messini, as like him as she is.
Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick; no body marks you.
Bene, Wlaat, my dear Lady Disdain ! are you yet living ?
Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while she hath such meet food to feed it, as Signior Benediek ? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence. bence. Then is courtesy a turn - coat:
But it is certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart
that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I 'love
Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your homour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Bene. God keep your Ladyship still in that mind! so somne gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.
Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, ' an 'were such a face as yours were.
Bene, Well, you are a rare parrot - teacher.'
Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast of yours.
Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your tongne ; and so good a continuer: Bult keep your way o'God's name; I have done.
Beat. You always end with a Jade's trick; I know you of old.
D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato, Signior Claudio, and Signior Benedick, friend Leonato, hath invited you all. I tell him, we shall stay here at the least a month; and he 'heartily prays, some occasion may detain us long.
I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.
Leon. If you swear, my Lord, you shall not be forsworn. Let me bid you welcome, my Lord: being reconciled to the Prince your brother, I owe you all duty. D. John,
I am not of many m'ords, but I thank you.
Leon. Please it your Grace lead on?
D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go to: gether. [Lxeunt all but BENEDICK and Claudio.
I thank you:
Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the danghter of Signior Leonato ?
Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her.,
Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgement? or would you have me speak a ter mny custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex?
Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in .sober judge. ment.
Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for a high praise : too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise : only this commendation I can afford her; that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her.
Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport; I pray thet, tell me truly how thou likest her.
Bene. Would you buy, her, ihat you inquire after her?
Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak yori this with a sad brow? or do you play the fouting Jack; to tell us Cripid is a good hare finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall a man take you,
to go in the song ?
Claud. In mine 'eye, she is the sweetest*lady that ever I looked on.
Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter : there's her cousin,
an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty, as the first of May doth the last of December, But I hope, you have no intent to iru husband; have you?
Claud. I would scarce trust myself, thongh I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.
Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not the - world one man, but he will wear his cap with siuspicion? Shall I never see a barchelor of three. score again?. Go to, i'faith; an thon wilt nсeds thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. Loolt, Don Pedro is returned to seek yoil.
Re-enter Don PEDRO. D. Pedro. what secret hath held you here, that you followed not to Leonato's ?
Bene. I would, your Grace would constrain me to tell.
D. Pedro. I charge thed on thy allegiance. Bene. You hear, Count Claudio : I cau be secret a drumb man,'
I would have yon think so; but on my allegiance, '- mark you this, on my allegiance: He is in love. With who? now that is your Grace's part. Mark, how short his answer is: With Hero, Leonato's short daughter.
Claud. If this were so, so, were' it utter'd.
Bene. Like the old tale, my Lord : it is not so, nor 'twas not so;' but, indeed, God forbid it shonld be so.
Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.
D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy.
Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my Lord.
D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought.
Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my Lord, I spoke mine.
Clard. That I love her, I feel.
Bene. That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is thè apinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the stake!
D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretick in the despite of beauty.
"Cland. And never could maintain his part, but in the force of his will.
Bere. That a woman conceived me, I thank her ; that she brought me up, I likewise give her
humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon mé;
Because I will' not do them the wrong to mistrust any,
I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine'is, (for the which I may go the fiuer,) I will live a bachelor.
D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hun. ger, my Lord; not with love: prove, that ever I lose more blood with love, than I will get again with drinking, pick out my cyes with a balladmaker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel. house, for the sign of Lliud Cupid.
D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.
Bene. If I do, hang me in a Louile like a cat, and shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder, and call'a Adam..
D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try: In time the sarage bull doch bear the yoke.,