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2012-01-12T06:32:00.000-08:00

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Wolne w 2012

2011-12-29T04:46:00.000-08:00

W tym roku czeka nas sporo wolnege. Wprawdzie liczba dni pracujących jest dokładnie taka sama co rok temu, ponieważ zgodnie z kalendarzem gregoriańskim rok 2012 jest przestępny, a więc ma 366 dni zamiast 365.
Jednak razem z weekendami, czeka nas łącznie 114 dni wolnych, jest to o jeden dzień więcej, niż w kalendarzu na poprzedni rok.
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Rozkłąd jazdy PKS BUS

2011-09-23T07:40:00.001-07:00

Trasa: Lublin - Siedlce

Firma: Omegabus,

Przystanek końcowy w Siedlach przy dworcu PKP...

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Firma: Wimar,

SZCZECIN – PARYŻ przez NIEMCY, BELGIĘ...

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Trasa: Wrocław - Kraków

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śmieszne ciekawostki

2011-05-23T03:42:00.000-07:00

Co tam w sieci piszczy ? Zapraszamy do czytania ciekawostek i oglądania filmików.
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http://twitter.com/#!/FikSat
http://friendfeed.com/fiksat
Ciekawostki
Miłej lektury !

Mój blog

2011-03-07T05:37:00.000-08:00

Co tam w sieci piszczy ? Czasami jestem skołowany od samego szukania ważnych treści. Są takei dni że chciałoby się napisac o wszystkim, Ale jak wiadomo, lanie wody bez konkretnego przesłania nie ma sensu.
Zatem piszę, rzadziej niż bym chciał, ale stale nad tym pracuję.

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Zapraszam na mój blog

Rozliczanie PIT

2011-03-03T11:01:00.000-08:00

Zgodnie z nowymi przepisami o VAT firma, która prowadzi sprzedaż zwolnioną z VAT i opodatkowaną podatkiem, nie może odliczyć całego podatku naliczonego zawartego cenie kupowanych przez nią towarów czy usług.
Czytaj dalej...
Jak się rozliczyć ?

Ciekawostki

2009-05-26T04:57:00.000-07:00

"Latanie, zabijanie, glupie zakonczenie, zero plety, fabuly" właśnie opisałeś gatunek, jakim jest slasher, tak więc czego się spodziewałaś? :)
jako "fan" Jasona lubię latanie, zabijanie itd. i jak szukam filmu z puentą ( bo rozumiem, że "pleta" to miała być właśnie puenta)i z fabułą to oglądam zupełnie inne kino. co, mieli raptem w 12 części przygód Jasona zacząć ciekawostki zagłębiać się w psychikę jego, i jego ofiar, po czym uraczyć nas zakończeniem z głębokim przekazem?
Swoją drogą ciekawe jakby wyglądały wizje znanych reżyserów na temat Jasona.
szkoda, że Federico Fellini nie zdążył nakręcić "Ginger i Jason" :)
ale może chociaż Luc Besson nakręci wzruszający dramat "Jason zawodowiec"
:):):)
TheDayTheEarthStoodStill off line szukaj innych wypowiedzi tego użytkownika na tym forum 25 maja 2009 20:06 odpowiedz
" "Latanie, zabijanie, glupie zakonczenie, zero plety, fabuly" właśnie opisałeś gatunek, jakim jest slasher, tak więc czego się spodziewałaś? :)"

Bardzo dobrze jej to napisałeś!!! ;)
CHUDYx off line szukaj innych wypowiedzi tego użytkownika na tym forum 26 maja 2009 10:09 odpowiedz
oj ale z was dzentelmeni :D przeciez napisala ze nie widziala wczesniej zadnej czesci piatku 13-go. Domyslam sie tez ze tez nie jest fanka horrorow wiec chlopcy troche zrozumienia dla dziewczyny :)ale to z pleta hehe zabawnie brzmi :P Sczerze mowiac to piatek 13-go to jest nic w porownaniu do koszmaru z ulicy wiazow co tez robia remake :) az sie doczkac nie moge ale poki co czeka nas jeszcze halloween 2.

Entourage

2008-06-25T04:38:00.001-07:00

Piękne dziewczyny, alkohol i ciągła zabawa, to typowy dzień chłopaków z Entourage. Od czasu do czasu warto nakręcić nowy film, aby kasy na imprezy nie zabrakło. Dla wszystkich fanów świetna wiadomość - producenci planują kinową wersję kultowego serialu!

Vincent Chase i jego ekipa, wiedzą jak zaszpanować w Hollywood. Tym razem okazja będzie jeszcze większa, gdyż w przypadku wersji na duży ekran, scenarzyści zafundują nam jeszcze więcej zabawy. O przyszłych planach opowiada producent serii Mark Wahlberg:

kredyt kredyty

2008-06-15T17:03:00.000-07:00

Przyszłość.
Podchodzę do potężnych drzwi. Wykonane są ze stali, chociaż nie każdy o tym wie. W całym korytarzu panuje półmrok, więc muszę wymacać guzik po prawej stronie drzwi. Naciskam jego gumową powierzchnię, zastanawiając się co powiem, gdy głos ze środka zapyta mnie, kto przyszedł.
Niecierpliwię się, bo głos o nic nie pyta. Zamiast tego drzwi otwierają się z dźwiękiem przypominającym bezwładne siadanie na skórzanej kanapie... Takiej z przeszłości. Ile bym dał, żeby móc tam powrócić. Na dół, do przeszłości... Tu i Teraz brutalnie sprowadza mnie na ziemię. Słyszę rozmowę. Dziwne, ale nie boję się. Czy czuję satysfakcję? Nie... Ale na pewno chęć gry w okrutne szachy człowieka, który jest wewnątrz pomieszczenia.
3gp
AIG Bank Polska
Bank BGĄ
Bank BOŚ
Bank BPH
Bank Inteligo
Bank mBank
Bank Millennium
Bank Pocztowy

Wchodzę. Niewiele mogę zobaczyć. Mrok zdaje się być gęstszy niż w korytarzu. Czuję ciężar jaki rozsiewa, pomimo że daje mi komfort schronienia twarzy. Schronienia prawdziwych powodów przyjścia tutaj. Oczy powoli przyzwyczajają się do ciemności. Dookoła mnie monitory i przyciski, dziwne, niepojęte zwoje kabli. Nie znam się na tym. Po co mi to? Znam się na ludziach.
Mężczyzna siedzi wielkim, obrotowym krześle przede mną. Takim krześle jakie produkowano wiele lat temu

Bank Zachodni WBK
Białystok Kredyt Kredyty
Big Brather
BRE Bank
Citibank Handlowy
Częstochowa Kredyt Kredyty
Deutsche Bank
Fortis Bank
Free Midi
Nie! Zdecydowanie nie! Oni nam nie przeszkadzają... no tak... a po co nam ropa?! Zastanów się!- drze się do telefonu. Jest wielkim człowiekiem. Ale siedzi w cieniu. Najwięksi zawsze siadają w cieniu. Dlatego nigdy do końca ich nie poznamy. Ludzie są zbyt chciwi, by pozwolić światu żyć własnym życiem, nie bawiąc się nim, nie ingerując w sprawy które się w nim toczą. To wie każdy, ale prawie nikt się tym nie interesuje.
Gdynia Kredyt Kredyty
GE Money Bank
GETIN Bank
Gliwice Kredyt Kredyty
ING Bank Śląski
Karty kredytowe
Katowice Kredyt Kredyty
Kielce Kredyt Kredyty
Kraków Kredyt Kredyty
Kredyt Bank
Tak, bardzo śmieszne!... Muszę kończyć, przyszedł do mnie Czyściciel. Żegnam pana prezydenta!- mężczyzna odkłada słuchawkę telefonu ze starej epoki i spogląda na mnie. Teraz odchyla się w fotelu, demonstrując ogrom swojego obrzydliwie wielkiego brzucha. Ubrany w cienką, bawełnianą koszulkę i dresowe spodnie, wyjmuje z kieszeni paczkę papierosów. Wszędzie dookoła niego, piętrzą się w stosach opakowania po jedzeniu: kolorowe papierki po słodyczach i matowe kartoniki po mięsnych zestawach. Stara się podpalić zapalniczką papierosa. Nieporadnie, bo już drugi raz mały przedmiot wypada mu z jego tłustych palców... Tak wygląda jeden z PRAWDZIWYCH władców świata?
Kredyt Hipoteczny Mieszkaniowy Konto
Kredyty gotówkowe
Kredyty hipoteczne mieszkaniowe
Kredyty Samochodowe
Lublin Kredyt Kredyty
Michał Piróg
MultiBank
Najlepsze Konto i Kredyt
PKO Bank Polski
Poznań Kredyt Kredyty
Prawo Jazdy
PTF Bank
Palisz?- pyta mnie, wypluwając resztki pustego we wszelkie wartościowe składniki pokarmu. Czeka około sekundy na moją odpowiedź, nie zamykając ust. W okolicach lewego policzka zauważam u niego kawałki sałaty... –Nie proponuję ci fajki, tylko staram się dowiedzieć, czy potrafisz zapalić ten szajs?- tym razem uśmiecha się paskudnie. Wiem, że jest niesamowicie inteligentny, dlatego muszę się mieć na baczności.
Podnoszę zapalniczkę i jednym szybkim ruchem zapalam mu papierosa. Władca bucha dymem prosto w moją twarz.
Raiffeisen Bank
Sosnowiec Kredyt Kredyty
Szczecin Kredyt Kredyty
Toruń Kredyt Kredyty
Warszawa kredyt kredyty
Wrocław Kredyt Kredyty
Życzenia Marzenia
Łódź Kredyt Kredyty
Więc to ty jesteś Czyścicielem?- od „więc” nie zaczyna się zdania. Jak może być Władcą, skoro nie opanował prostych zwrotów językowych?... -Nie wyglądasz tak przerażająco, jak się spodziewałem...- złośliwy uśmiech nie spełza mu z twarzy. –Odezwiesz się wreszcie?... Powiedz mi więc, co takiego do tej pory zniszczyłeś...
-Pyta pan o Ziemię, czy inne planety?- rzucam bez zastanowienia. Chwilę zajmuje mi zreflektowanie się. Nie mogę popełnić błędu, a popełnię go, gdy Władca weźmie mnie za idiotę. –Sprawdza mnie pan? Przecież wie pan o mnie wszystko.
Grubas rozszerza swój uśmiech jeszcze bardziej. Czuję toksyczną woń pieniędzy, które rządzą jego życiem. W sumie to czyim nie rządzą?
-Według Informatorów, jesteś jednym z bardziej niebezpiecznych Czyścicieli... To ty zdetonowałeś Waszyngton w ostatniej wojnie... Co prawda nikogo tam nie było, ale to dosyć odważny czyn... Interesuje mnie, dla kogo pracowałeś?
-Doskonale pan wie.

Glimmer Mp3

2007-02-24T11:01:00.000-08:00

1599
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
by William Shakespeare

Dramatis Personae
Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon. Don John, his bastard brother. Claudio, a young lord of Florence. Benedick, a Young lord of Padua. Leonato, Governor of Messina. Antonio, an old man, his brother. Balthasar, attendant on Don Pedro. Borachio, follower of Don John. Conrade, follower of Don John. Friar Francis. Dogberry, a Constable. Verges, a Headborough. A Sexton. A Boy.
Hero, daughter to Leonato. Beatrice, niece to Leonato. Margaret, waiting gentlewoman attending on Hero. Ursula, waiting gentlewoman attending on Hero.
Messengers, Watch, Attendants, etc.

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SCENE.--Messina.
ACT I. Scene I.An orchard before Leonato's house.
Enter Leonato (Governor of Messina), Hero (his Daughter),and Beatrice (his Niece), with a Messenger.
Leon. I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comesthis night to Messina. Mess. He is very near by this. He was not three leagues offwhen I left him. Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action? Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Leon. A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings homefull numbers. I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honouron a young Florentine called Claudio. Mess. Much deserv'd on his part, and equally rememb'red by Don Pedro. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age,doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed better bett'red expectation than you must expect of me totell you how. Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much gladof it. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appearsmuch joy in him; even so much that joy could not show itselfmodest enough without a badge of bitterness. Leon. Did he break out into tears? Mess. In great measure. Leon. A kind overflow of kindness. There are no faces truerthan those that are so wash'd. How much better is it to weep atjoy than to joy at weeping! Beat. I pray you, is Signior Mountanto return'd from the warsor no? Mess. I know none of that name, lady. There was none such inthe army of any sort. Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece? Hero. My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua. Mess. O, he's return'd, and as pleasant as ever he was. Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina and challeng'd Cupidat the flight, and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscrib'd for Cupid and challeng'd him at the burbolt. Ipray you, how many hath he kill'd and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he kill'd? For indeed I promised to eat all of his killing. Leon. Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; buthe'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these wars. Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it. He isa very valiant trencherman; he hath an excellent stomach. Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. Beat. And a good soldier to a lady; but what is he to a lord? Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuff'd with allhonourable virtues. Beat. It is so indeed. He is no less than a stuff'd man; butfor the stuffing--well, we are all mortal. Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind ofmerry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her. They never meet butthere's a skirmish of wit between them. Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that! In our last conflict fourof his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole mangovern'd with one; so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm,let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse;for it is all the wealth that he hath left to be known areasonable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother. Mess. Is't possible? Beat. Very easily possible. He wears his faith but as thefashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block. Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books. Beat. No. An he were, I would burn my study. But I pray you,who is his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil? Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio. Beat. O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease! He issooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad.God help the noble Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, itwill cost him a thousand pound ere 'a be cured. Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. Beat. Do, good friend. Leon. You will never run mad, niece. Beat. No, not till a hot January. Mess. Don Pedro is approach'd.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthasar, and John theBastard. Pedro. Good Signior Leonato, are you come to meet your trouble?The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of yourGrace; for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when youdepart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave. Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this isyour daughter. Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you ask'd her? Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a child. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick. We may guess by this whatyou are, being a man. Truly the lady fathers herself. Be happy,lady; for you are like an honourable father. Bene. If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have hishead on her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she is. Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, SigniorBenedick. Nobody marks you. Bene. What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beat. Is it possible Disdain should die while she hath suchmeet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself mustconvert to disdain if you come in her presence. Bene. Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am lovedof 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 none. Beat. A dear happiness to women! They would else have beentroubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I amof your humour 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 somegentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratch'd face. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse an 'twere such a faceas 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 tongue, and sogood a continuer. But keep your way, a God's name! I have done. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old. Pedro. That is the sum of all, Leonato. Signior Claudio andSignior Benedick, my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tellhim we shall stay here at the least a month, and he heartly prays
some occasion may detain us longer. I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart. Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be forsworn. [To Don John] Let me bid you welcome, my lord. Being reconciled tothe Prince your brother, I owe you all duty. John. I thank you. I am not of many words, but I thank you. Leon. Please it your Grace lead on? Pedro. Your hand, Leonato. We will go together. Exeunt. Manent Benedick and Claudio. Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of SigniorLeonato? Bene. I noted her not, but I look'd on her. Claud. Is she not a modest young lady? Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for mysimple true judgment? or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex? Claud. No. I pray thee speak in sober judgment. Bene. Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a greatpraise. Only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome, and being no other but asshe is, I do not like her. Claud. Thou thinkest I am in sport. I pray thee tell me trulyhow thou lik'st her. Bene. Would you buy her, that you enquire after her? Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this with asad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack, to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in whatkey shall a man take you to go in the song? Claud. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I look'don. Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no suchmatter. There's her cousin, an she were not possess'd with afury,exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you? Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. Bene. Is't come to this? In faith, hath not the world one manbut he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Go to, i' faith! An thou wiltneeds thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it and sighaway Sundays.
Enter Don Pedro.
Look! Don Pedro is returned to seek you. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that you followed not to Leonato's? Bene. I would your Grace would constrain me to tell. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. Bene. You hear, Count Claudio. I can be secret as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but, on my allegiance--mark youthis-on my allegiance! he is in love. With who? Now that is yourGrace's part. Mark how short his answer is: With Hero, Leonato'sshort daughter. Claud. If this were so, so were it utt'red. Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: 'It is not so, nor 'twas notso; but indeed, God forbid it should be so!' Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it shouldbe otherwise. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy. Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine. Claud. That I love her, I feel. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. Bene. That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know howshe should be worthy, is the opinion that fire cannot melt out ofme. I will die in it at the stake. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty. Claud. And never could maintain his part but in the force ofhis will. Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she broughtme up, I likewise give her most humble thanks; but that I willhave a rechate winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in aninvisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not dothem the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right totrust none; and the fine is (for the which I may go the finer), Iwill live a bachelor. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love. Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord; notwith love. Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I willget again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker'spen and hang me up at the door of a brothel house for the sign of blind Cupid. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot at me;and he that hits me, let him be clapp'd on the shoulder andcall'd Adam. Pedro. Well, as time shall try. 'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible Benedickbear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead,and let me be vilely painted, and in such great letters as theywrite 'Here is good horse to hire,' let them signify under my sign 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.' Claud. If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn-mad. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice,thou wilt quake for this shortly. Bene. I look for an earthquake too then. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the hours. In themeantime, good Signior Benedick, repair to Leonato's, commend me to himand tell him I will not fail him at supper; for indeed he hathmade great preparation. Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage;and so I commit you-- Claud. To the tuition of God. From my house--if I had it-- Pedro. The sixth of July. Your loving friend, Benedick. Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are butslightly 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 and with her father, And thou shalt have her. Wast not to this end That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? Claud. How sweetly you do 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? The fairest grant is the necessity. Look, what will serve is fit. 'Tis once, thou lovest, 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 room in Leonato's house.
Enter [at one door] Leonato and [at another door, Antonio] an oldman,brother to Leonato.
Leon. How now, brother? Where is my cousin your son? Hath he provided this music? Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can tell youstrange news that you yet dreamt not of. Leon. Are they good? Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have a good cover, they show well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in mine orchard, were thus muchoverheard by a man of mine: the Prince discovered to Claudio that he lovedmy niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night ina dance, and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top and instantly break with you of it. Leon. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this? Ant. A good sharp fellow. I will send for him, and question him yourself. Leon. No, no. We will hold it as a dream till it appear itself;but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be thebetter prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be true. Go youand tell her of it. [Exit Antonio.]
[Enter Antonio's Son with a Musician, and others.]
[To the Son] Cousin, you know what you have to do. --[To the Musician] O, I cry you mercy, friend. Go you withme, and I will use your skill.--Good cousin, have a care thisbusy time. Exeunt.

Scene III.Another room in Leonato's house.]
Enter Sir John the Bastard and Conrade, his companion.
Con. What the goodyear, my lord! Why are you thus out ofmeasure sad? John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds;therefore the sadness is without limit. Con. You should hear reason. John. And when I have heard it, what blessings brings it? Con. If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance. John. I wonder that thou (being, as thou say'st thou art, born under Saturn) goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sadwhen 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 amdrowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, andclaw no man in his humour. Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this till youmay 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 framethe season for your own harvest. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in hisgrace, and it better fits my blood to be disdain'd of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any. In this, though Icannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be deniedbut I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchis'd with a clog; therefore I have decreed not tosing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had myliberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime let me be that I am, andseek not to alter me. Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? John. I make all use of it, for I use it only.
Enter Borachio.
Who comes here? What news, Borachio? Bora. I came yonder from a great supper. The Prince yourbrother is royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give youintelligence 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? Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio? Bora. Even he. John. A proper squire! And who? and who? which way looks he? Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato. John. A very forward March-chick! How came you to this? Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was smoking amusty room, comes me the Prince and Claudio, hand in hand in sad conference. I whipt me behind the arras and there heard itagreed upon that the Prince should woo Hero for himself, and having obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio. John. 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 everyway. 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 greaterthat I am subdued. Would the cook were o' my mind! Shall we goprove what's to be done? Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. Exeunt.

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ACT II. Scene I.A hall in Leonato's house.
Enter Leonato, [Antonio] his Brother, Hero his Daughter,and Beatrice his Niece, and a Kinsman; [also Margaret andUrsula].
Leon. Was not Count John here at supper? Ant. I saw him not. Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him butI am heart-burn'd an hour after. Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. Beat. He were an excellent man that were made just in themidway between him and Benedick. The one is too like an image andsays nothing, and the other too like my lady's eldest son,evermore tattling. Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John'smouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face-- Beat. With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money enoughin his purse, such a man would win any woman in the world--if 'a could get her good will. Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. Ant. In faith, she's too curst. Beat. Too curst is more than curst. I shall lessen God'ssending that way, for it is said, 'God sends a curst cow shorthorns,' but to a cow too curst he sends none. Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you no horns. Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing Iam at him upon my knees every morning and evening. Lord, I couldnot endure a husband with a beard on his face. I had rather liein the woollen! Leon. You may light on a husband that hath no beard. Beat. What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel andmake him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more thana youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and hethat is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less thana man, I am not for him. Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the berrord and lead his apes into hell. Leon. Well then, go you into hell? Beat. No; but to the gate, and there will the devil meet melike an old cuckold with horns on his head, and say 'Get you toheaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven. Here's no place for you maids.'So deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter--for theheavens. He shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we asmerry as the day is long. Ant. [to Hero] Well, niece, I trust you will be rul'd by your father. Beat. Yes faith. It is my cousin's duty to make cursy and say, 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, lethim be a handsome fellow, or else make another cursy, and say, 'Father, as it please me.' Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with ahusband. Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal than earth.Would it not grieve a woman to be overmaster'd with a piece ofvaliant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of waywardmarl? No, uncle, I'll none. Adam's sons are my brethren, and trulyI hold it a sin to match in my kinred. Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you. If the Prince dosolicit you in that kind, you know your answer. Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be notwooed in good time. If the Prince be too important, tell him thereis measure in everything, and so dance out the answer. For, hearme, Hero: wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hastylike a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and thencomes Repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave. Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. Leon. The revellers are ent'ring, brother. Make good room. [Exit Antonio.]
Enter, [masked,] Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Balthasar. [With them enter Antonio, also masked. After them enter] Don John [and Borachio (without masks), who stand aside and look on during the dance].
Pedro. Lady, will you walk a bout with your friend? Hero. So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and especially when I walk away. Pedro. With me in your company? Hero. I may say so when I please. Pedro. And when please you to say so? Hero. When I like your favour, for God defend the lute shouldbe like the case! Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove. Hero. Why then, your visor should be thatch'd. Pedro. Speak low if you speak love. [Takes her aside.] Balth. Well, I would you did like me. Marg. So would not I for your own sake, for I have many ill qualities. Balth. Which is one? Marg. I say my prayers aloud. Balth. I love you the better. The hearers may cry Amen. Marg. God match me with a good dancer! Balth. Amen. Marg. And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done! Answer, clerk. Balth. No more words. The clerk is answered. [Takes her aside.] Urs. I know you well enough. You are Signior Antonio. Ant. At a word, I am not. Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. Urs. You could never do him so ill-well unless you were thevery man. Here's his dry hand up and down. You are he, you are he! Ant. At a word, I am not. Urs. Come, come, do you think I do not know you by yourexcellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum you are he. Graceswill appear, and there's an end. [ They step aside.] Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so? Bene. No, you shall pardon me. Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are? Bene. Not now. Beat. That I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit out ofthe 'Hundred Merry Tales.' Well, this was Signior Benedick thatsaid so. Bene. What's he? Beat. I am sure you know him well enough. Bene. Not I, believe me. Beat. Did he never make you laugh? Bene. I pray you, what is he? Beat. Why, he is the Prince's jester, a very dull fool. Onlyhis gift is in devising impossible slanders. None but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, butin his villany; for he both pleases men and angers them, andthen they laugh at him and beat him. I am sure he is in the fleet. I would he had boarded me. Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say. Beat. Do, do. He'll but break a comparison or two on me; which peradventure, not marked or not laugh'd at, strikes him into melancholy; and then there's a partridge wing saved, for thefool will eat no supper that night. [Music.] We must follow the leaders. Bene. In every good thing. Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at thenext turning. Dance. Exeunt (all but Don John, Borachio, and Claudio]. John. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it. The ladies follow her andbut one visor remains. Bora. And that is Claudio. I know him by his bearing. John. Are you not Signior Benedick? Claud. You know me well. I am he. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his love. He is enamour'd on Hero. I pray you dissuade him from her; she isno equal for his birth. You may do the part of an honest man init. Claud. How know you he loves her? John. I heard him swear his affection. Bora. So did I too, and he swore he would marry her tonight. John. Come, let us to the banquet. Exeunt. Manet Claudio. Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. [Unmasks.] 'Tis certain so. The Prince wooes for himself. Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not. Farewell therefore Hero!
Enter Benedick [unmasked].
Bene. Count Claudio? Claud. Yea, the same. Bene. Come, will you go with me? Claud. Whither? Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own business, County.What fashion will you wear the garland of? about your neck, likean usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf?You must wear it one way, for the Prince hath got your Hero. Claud. I wish him joy of her. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell bullocks. But did you think the Prince would have served you thus? Claud. I pray you leave me. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man! 'Twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. Exit. Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! now will he creep into sedges. But, that my Lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me! The Prince's fool! Ha! it may be I go under that title because Iam merry. Yea, but so I am apt to do myself wrong. I am not so reputed. It is the base (though bitter) disposition ofBeatrice that puts the world into her person and so gives me out.Well, I'll be revenged as I may.
Enter Don Pedro.
Pedro. Now, signior, where's the Count? Did you see him? Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame, Ifound him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren. I told him,and I think I told him true, that your Grace had got the good willof this young lady, and I off'red him my company to a willowtree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bindhim up a rod, as being worthy to be whipt. Pedro. To be whipt? What's his fault? Bene. The flat transgression of a schoolboy who, beingoverjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows it his companion, and hesteals it. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? Thetransgression is in the stealer. Bene. Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made, and the garland too; for the garland he might have worn himself, andthe rod he might have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, havestol'n his bird's nest. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing and restore them to theowner. Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my faith you say honestly. Pedro. The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you. The gentlemanthat danc'd with her told her she is much wrong'd by you. Bene. O, she misus'd me past the endurance of a block! An oakbut with one green leaf on it would have answered her; my veryvisor began to assume life and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the Prince's jester,that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest withsuch impossible conveyance upon me that I stood like a man at amark, with a whole army shooting at me. She speaks poniards, andevery word stabs. If her breath were as terrible as herterminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the North Star. I would not marry her though she were endowed with allthat Adam had left him before he transgress'd. She would have made Hercules have turn'd spit, yea, and have cleft his club tomake the fire too. Come, talk not of her. You shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholarwould conjure her, for certainly, while she is here, a man may liveas quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither; so indeed all disquiet,horror, and perturbation follows her.
Enter Claudio and Beatrice, Leonato, Hero.
Pedro. Look, here she comes. Bene. Will your Grace command me any service to the world'send? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes that youcan devise to send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now fromthe furthest inch of Asia; bring you the length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard; do you any embassage to the Pygmies--rather than hold three words' conference with this harpy. You have no employment for me? Pedro. None, but to desire your good company. Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not! I cannot endure myLady Tongue. [Exit.] Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile, and I gave him usefor it--a double heart for his single one. Marry, once before hewon it of me with false dice; therefore your Grace may well say I have lost it. Pedro. You have put him down, lady; you have put him down. Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I shouldprove the mother of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom yousent me to seek. Pedro. Why, how now, Count? Wherefore are you sad? Claud. Not sad, my lord. Pedro. How then? sick? Claud. Neither, my lord. Beat. The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well;but civil count--civil as an orange, and something of thatjealous complexion. Pedro. I' faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; thoughI'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won. I have brokewith her father, and his good will obtained. Name the day ofmarriage, and God give thee joy! Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes.His Grace hath made the match, and all grace say Amen to it! Beat. Speak, Count, 'tis your cue. Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were butlittle happy if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I amyours. I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange. Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth with akiss and let not him speak neither. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on thewindy side of care. My cousin tells him in his ear that he is inher heart. Claud. And so she doth, cousin. Beat. Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the worldbut I, and I am sunburnt. I may sit in a corner and cry 'Heigh-hofor a husband!' Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. Beat. I would rather have one of your father's getting. Hathyour Grace ne'er a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them. Pedro. Will you have me, lady? Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another for workingdays: your Grace is too costly to wear every day. But I beseechyour Grace pardon me. I was born to speak all mirth and no matter. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to be merry bestbecomes you, for out o' question you were born in a merry hour. Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was astar danc'd, and under that was I born. Cousins, God give you joy! Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told you of? Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle, By your Grace's pardon. Exit. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord.She is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; forI have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt ofunhappiness and wak'd herself with laughing. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. Leon. O, by no means! She mocks all her wooers out of suit. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. Leon. O Lord, my lord! if they were but a week married, theywould talk themselves mad. Pedro. County Claudio, when mean you to go to church? Claud. To-morrow, my lord. Time goes on crutches till love haveall his rites. Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just sevennight; and a time too brief too, to have all thingsanswer my mind. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing; but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go dully byus. I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules' labours,which is, to bring Signior Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection th' one with th' other. I would fainhave it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it if you threewill but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction. Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights' watchings. Claud. And I, my lord. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousinto a good husband. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that Iknow. Thus far can I praise him: he is of a noble strain, ofapproved valour, and confirm'd honesty. I will teach you how to humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with Benedick; andI, [to Leonato and Claudio] with your two helps, will sopractise on Benedick that, in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can dothis, Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for weare the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you mydrift. Exeunt.

Scene II.A hall in Leonato's house.
Enter [Don] John and Borachio.
John. It is so. The Count Claudio shall marry the daughter of Leonato. Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be med'cinable tome. I am sick in displeasure to him, and whatsoever comes athwarthis affection ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage? Bora. Not honestly, my lord, but so covertly that no dishonesty shall appear in me. John. Show me briefly how. Bora. I think I told your lordship, a year since, how much I amin the favour of Margaret, the waiting gentlewoman to Hero. John. I remember. Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night, appointher to look out at her lady's chamber window. John. What life is in that to be the death of this marriage? Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to the Prince your brother; spare not to tell him that he hathwronged his honour in marrying the renowned Claudio (whose estimationdo you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such a one as Hero. John. What proof shall I make of that? Bora. Proof enough to misuse the Prince, to vex Claudio, toundo Hero, and kill Leonato. Look you for any other issue? John. Only to despite them I will endeavour anything. Bora. Go then; find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and theCount Claudio alone; tell them that you know that Hero loves me;intend a kind of zeal both to the Prince and Claudio, as--in love of your brother's honour, who hath made this match, and hisfriend's reputation, who is thus like to be cozen'd with the semblanceof a maid--that you have discover'd thus. They will scarcelybelieve this without trial. Offer them instances; which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me at her chamber window, hear me call Margaret Hero, hear Margaret term me Claudio; and bringthem to see this the very night before the intended wedding (forin the meantime I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent) and there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty that jealousy shall be call'd assurance and allthe preparation overthrown. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will put it in practice. Be cunning in the working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my cunning shallnot shame me. John. I will presently go learn their day of marriage. Exeunt.

Scene III.Leonato's orchard.
Enter Benedick alone.
Bene. Boy!
[Enter Boy.]
Boy. Signior? Bene. In my chamber window lies a book. Bring it hither to mein the orchard. Boy. I am here already, sir. Bene. I know that, but I would have thee hence and here again. (Exit Boy.) I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours tolove, will, after he hath laugh'd at such shallow follies inothers, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love; andsuch a man is Claudio. I have known when there was no music withhim but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear thetabor and the pipe. I have known when he would have walk'd ten mile afoot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nightsawake carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speakplain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and nowis he turn'd orthography; his words are a very fantasticalbanquet-- just so many strange dishes. May I be so converted and seewith these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not. I will not be swornbut love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath onit, till he have made an oyster of me he shall never make me sucha fool. One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yetI am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces bein one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich sheshall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'llnever cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or comenot near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha, the Prince and Monsieur Love! I will hide mein the arbour. [Hides.]
Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, Claudio. Music [within]. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music? Claud. Yea, my good lord. How still the evening is, As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony! Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid himself? Claud. O, very well, my lord. The music ended, We'll fit the kid-fox with a pennyworth.
Enter Balthasar with Music.
Pedro. Come, Balthasar, we'll hear that song again. Balth. O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency To put a strange face on his own perfection. I pray thee sing, and let me woo no more. Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing, Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes, Yet will he swear he loves. Pedro. Nay, pray thee come; Or if thou wilt hold longer argument, Do it in notes. Balth. Note this before my notes: There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. Pedro. Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks! Note notes, forsooth, and nothing! [Music.] Bene. [aside] Now divine air! Now is his soul ravish'd! Is itnot strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men'sbodies? Well, a horn for my money, when all's done. [Balthasar sings.] The Song.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more! Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, Of dumps so dull and heavy! The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy. Then sigh not so, &c.
Pedro. By my troth, a good song. Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. Pedro. Ha, no, no, faith! Thou sing'st well enough for a shift. Bene. [aside] An he had been a dog that should have howl'dthus, they would have hang'd him; and I pray God his bad voice bodeno mischief. I had as live have heard the night raven, come what plague could have come after it. Pedro. Yea, marry. Dost thou hear, Balthasar? I pray thee getus some excellent music; for to-morrow night we would have it atthe Lady Hero's chamber window. Balth. The best I can, my lord. Pedro. Do so. Farewell. Exit Balthasar [with Musicians]. Come hither, Leonato. What was it you told me of to-day? that your niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick? Claud. O, ay!-[Aside to Pedro] Stalk on, stalk on; the fowlsits. --I did never think that lady would have loved any man. Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful that she should sodote on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seem'd ever to abhor. Bene. [aside] Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner? Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it,but that she loves him with an enraged affection. It is past the infinite of thought. Pedro. May be she doth but counterfeit. Claud. Faith, like enough. Leon. O God, counterfeit? There was never counterfeit ofpassion came so near the life of passion as she discovers it. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? Claud. [aside] Bait the hook well! This fish will bite. Leon. What effects, my lord? She will sit you--you heard my daughter tell you how. Claud. She did indeed. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze me. I would have thoughther spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection. Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord--especially against Benedick. Bene. [aside] I should think this a gull but that thewhite-bearded fellow speaks it. Knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence. Claud. [aside] He hath ta'en th' infection. Hold it up. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to Benedick? Leon. No, and swears she never will. That's her torment. Claud. 'Tis true indeed. So your daughter says. 'Shall I,' says she, 'that have so oft encount'red him with scorn, write tohim that I love him?'" Leon. This says she now when she is beginning to write to him;for she'll be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit inher smock till she have writ a sheet of paper. My daughter tellsus all. Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a prettyjest your daughter told us of. Leon. O, when she had writ it, and was reading it over, shefound 'Benedick' and 'Beatrice' between the sheet? Claud. That. Leon. O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence, rail'dat herself that she should be so immodest to write to one thatshe knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him if he writ to me. Yea, thoughI love him, I should.' Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beatsher heart, tears her hair, prays, curses--'O sweet Benedick! Godgive me patience!' Leon. She doth indeed; my daughter says so. And the ecstasyhath so much overborne her that my daughter is sometime afeard shewill do a desperate outrage to herself. It is very true. Pedro. It were good that Benedick knew of it by some other, ifshe will not discover it. Claud. To what end? He would make but a sport of it and tormentthe poor lady worse. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang him! She's an excellent sweet lady, and (out of all suspicion) she isvirtuous. Claud. And she is exceeding wise. Pedro. In everything but in loving Benedick. Leon. O, my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender abody, we have ten proofs to one that blood hath the victory. I amsorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and herguardian. Pedro. I would she had bestowed this dotage on me. I would have daff'd all other respects and made her half myself. I prayyou tell Benedick of it and hear what 'a will say. Leon. Were it good, think you? Claud. Hero thinks surely she will die; for she says she willdie if he love her not, and she will die ere she make her loveknown, and she will die, if he woo her, rather than she will bateone breath of her accustomed crossness. Pedro. She doth well. If she should make tender of her love,'tis very possible he'll scorn it; for the man (as you know all)hath a contemptible spirit. Claud. He is a very proper man. Pedro. He hath indeed a good outward happiness. Claud. Before God! and in my mind, very wise. Pedro. He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit. Claud. And I take him to be valiant. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you; and in the managing of quarrelsyou may say he is wise, for either he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes them with a most Christianlikefear. Leon. If he do fear God, 'a must necessarily keep peace. If he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fearand trembling. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoeverit seems not in him by some large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your niece. Shall we go seek Benedick and tell himof her love? Claud. Never tell him, my lord. Let her wear it out with good counsel. Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her heart out first. Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter. Letit cool the while. I love Benedick well, and I could wish hewould modestly examine himself to see how much he is unworthy sogood a lady. Leon. My lord, will you .walk? Dinner is ready. [They walk away.] Claud. If he dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her, and that mustyour daughter and her gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, whenthey hold one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter. That's the scene that I would see, which will be merely adumb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner. Exeunt [Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato].
[Benedick advances from the arbour.]
Bene. This can be no trick. The conference was sadly borne;they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady. It seems her affections have their full bent. Love me? Why,it must be requited. I hear how I am censur'd. They say I willbear myself proudly if I perceive the love come from her. They saytoo that she will rather die than give any sign of affection. Idid never think to marry. I must not seem proud. Happy are theythat hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They saythe lady is fair--'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; andvirtuous --'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for lovingme--by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argumentof her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I maychance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me becauseI have railed so long against marriage. But doth not theappetite alters? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannotendure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bulletsof the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, theworld must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I didnot think I should live till I were married.
Enter Beatrice.
Here comes Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair lady! I do spy some marks of love in her. Beat. Against my will I am sent to bid You come in to dinner. Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks than you take painsto 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 knives point,and choke a daw withal. You have no stomach, signior. Fare youwell.Exit. Bene. Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in todinner.' There's a double meaning in that. 'I took no more pains forthose thanks than you took pains to thank me.' That's as much as to say, 'Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks.' IfI do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not loveher, I am a Jew. I will go get her picture. Exit.

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ACT III. Scene I.Leonato's orchard.
Enter Hero and two Gentlewomen, Margaret and Ursula.
Hero. Good Margaret, run thee to the parlour. There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice Proposing with the Prince and Claudio. Whisper her ear and tell her, I and Ursley Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her. Say that thou overheard'st us; And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter--like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her To listen our propose. This is thy office. Bear thee well in it and leave us alone. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently. [Exit.] Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley up and down, Our talk must only be of Benedick. When I do name him, let it be thy part To praise him more than ever man did merit. My talk to thee must be how Benedick Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay.
[Enter Beatrice.]
Now begin; For look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
[Beatrice hides in the arbour].
Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait. So angle we for Beatrice, who even now Is couched in the woodbine coverture. Fear you not my part of the dialogue. Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it. [They approach the arbour.] No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful. I know her spirits are as coy and wild As haggards of the rock. Urs. But are you sure That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely? Hero. So says the Prince, and my new-trothed lord. Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam? Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it; But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, To wish him wrestle with affection And never to let Beatrice know of it. Urs. Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed As ever Beatrice shall couch upon? Hero. O god of love! I know he doth deserve As much as may be yielded to a man: But Nature never fram'd a woman's heart Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Misprizing what they look on; and her wit Values itself so highly that to her All matter else seems weak. She cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, She is so self-endeared. Urs. Sure I think so; And therefore certainly it were not good She knew his love, lest she'll make sport at it. Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man, How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, But she would spell him backward. If fair-fac'd, She would swear the gentleman should be her sister; If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic, Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed; If low, an agate very vilely cut; If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; If silent, why, a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out And never gives to truth and virtue that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth. Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. Hero. No, not to be so odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable. But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit! Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly. It were a better death than die with mocks, Which is as bad as die with tickling. Urs. Yet tell her of it. Hear what she will say. Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick And counsel him to fight against his passion. And truly, I'll devise some honest slanders To stain my cousin with. One doth not know How much an ill word may empoison liking. Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong! She cannot be so much without true judgment (Having so swift and excellent a wit As she is priz'd to have) as to refuse So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick. Hero. He is the only man of Italy, Always excepted my dear Claudio. Urs. I pray you be not angry with me, 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. Urs. His excellence did earn it ere he had it. When are you married, madam? Hero. Why, every day to-morrow! Come, go in. I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow. [They walk away.] Urs. She's lim'd, I warrant you! We have caught her, madam. Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Exeunt [Hero and Ursula].
[Beatrice advances from the arbour.]
Beat. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! 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, my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band; For others say thou dost deserve, and I Believe it better than reportingly. Exit.

Scene II.A room in Leonato's house.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato.
Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be consummate, and thengo I toward Arragon. Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe me. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new gloss ofyour marriage as to show a child his new coat and forbid him towear it. I will only be bold with Benedick for his company; for,from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is allmirth. He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him. He hath a heart as sound as a bell; and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heartthinks, his tongue speaks. Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. Leon. So say I. Methinks you are sadder. Claud. I hope he be in love. Pedro. Hang him, truant! There's no true drop of blood in himto be truly touch'd with love. If he be sad, he wants money. Bene. I have the toothache. Pedro. Draw it. Bene. Hang it! Claud. You must hang it first and draw it afterwards. Pedro. What? sigh for the toothache? Leon. Where is but a humour or a worm. Bene. Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it. Claud. Yet say I he is in love. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be afancy that he hath to strange disguises; as to be a Dutchmanto-day, a Frenchman to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries atonce, as a German from the waist downward, all slops, and a Spaniardfrom the hip upward, no doublet. Unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, asyou would have it appear he is. Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, there is nobelieving old signs. 'A brushes his hat o' mornings. What should thatbode? Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's? Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him, andthe old ornament of his cheek hath already stuff'd tennis balls. Leon. Indeed he looks younger than he did, by the loss of abeard. Pedro. Nay, 'a rubs himself with civet. Can you smell him outby that? Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet youth's in love. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy. Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which I hear what theysay of him. Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit, which is new-crept into a lutestring, and now govern'd by stops. Pedro. Indeed that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude,conclude, he is in love. Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him. Pedro. That would I know too. I warrant, one that knows himnot. Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and in despite of all, diesfor him. Pedro. She shall be buried with her face upwards. Bene. Yet is this no charm for the toothache. Old signior, walk aside with me. I have studied eight or nine wise words tospeak to you, which these hobby-horses must not hear. [Exeunt Benedick and Leonato.] Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Beatrice! Claud. 'Tis even so. Hero and Margaret have by this playedtheir parts with Beatrice, and then the two bears will not bite one another when they meet.
Enter John the Bastard.
John. My lord and brother, God save you. Pedro. Good den, brother. John. If your leisure serv'd, I would speak with you. Pedro. In private? John. If it please you. Yet Count Claudio may hear, for what I would speak of concerns him. Pedro. What's the matter? John. [to Claudio] Means your lordship to be married tomorrow? Pedro. You know he does. John. I know not that, when he knows what I know. Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you discover it. John. You may think I love you not. Let that appear hereafter,and aim better at me by that I now will manifest. For my brother,I think he holds you well and in dearness of heart hath holp to effect your ensuing marriage--surely suit ill spent andlabour ill bestowed! Pedro. Why, what's the matter? John. I came hither to tell you, and, circumstances short'ned(for she has been too long a-talking of), the lady is disloyal. Claud. Who? Hero? John. Even she--Leonato's Hero, your Hero, every man's Hero. Claud. Disloyal? John. The word is too good to paint out her wickedness. I couldsay she were worse; think you of a worse title, and I will fither to it. Wonder not till further warrant. Go but with me to-night,you shall see her chamber window ent'red, even the night beforeher wedding day. If you love her then, to-morrow wed her. But it would better fit your honour to change your mind. Claud. May this be so? Pedro. I will not think it. John. If you dare not trust that you see, confess not that you know. If you will follow me, I will show you enough; and whenyou have seen more and heard more, proceed accordingly. Claud. If I see anything to-night why I should not marry her to-morrow, in the congregation where I should wed, there willI shame her. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I will join with thee to disgrace her. John. I will disparage her no farther till you are mywitnesses. Bear it coldly but till midnight, and let the issue showitself. Pedro. O day untowardly turned! Claud. O mischief strangely thwarting! John. O plague right well prevented! So will you say when you have seen the Sequel. Exeunt.

Scene III.A street.
Enter Dogberry and his compartner [Verges], with the Watch.
Dog. Are you good men and true? Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffersalvation, body and soul. Dog. Nay, that were a punishment too good for them if theyshould have any allegiance in them, being chosen for the Prince'swatch. Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour Dogberry. Dog. First, who think you the most desartless man to beconstable? 1. Watch. Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; for they canwrite and read. Dog. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal. God hath bless'd you witha good name. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune,but to write and read comes by nature. 2. Watch. Both which, Master Constable-- Dog. You have. I knew it would be your answer. Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks and make no boast of it;and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there isno need of such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch.Therefore bear you the lanthorn. This is your charge: you shallcomprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the Prince's name. 2. Watch. How if 'a will not stand? Dog. Why then, take no note of him, but let him go, andpresently call the rest of the watch together and thank God you are ridof a knave. Verg. If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is none of the Prince's subjects. Dog. True, and they are to meddle with none but the Prince's subjects. You shall also make no noise in the streets; forfor the watch to babble and to talk is most tolerable, and not tobe endured. 2. Watch. We will rather sleep than talk. We know what belongsto a watch. Dog. Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman,for I cannot see how sleeping should offend. Only have a care thatyour bills be not stol'n. Well, you are to call at all thealehouses and bid those that are drunk get them to bed. 2. Watch. How if they will not? Dog. Why then, let them alone till they are sober. If they makeyou not then the better answer, You may say they are not the menyou took them for. 2. Watch. Well, sir. Dog. If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by virtue ofyour office, to be no true man; and for such kind of men, the lessyou meddle or make with them, why, the more your honesty. 2. Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we not lay handson him? Dog. Truly, by your office you may; but I think they that touch pitch will be defil'd. The most peaceable way for you, if youdo take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is, andsteal out of your company. Verg. You have been always called a merciful man, partner. Dog. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a manwho hath any honesty in him. Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call tothe nurse and bid her still it. 2. Watch. How if the nurse be asleep and will not hear us? Dog. Why then, depart in peace and let the child wake her with crying; for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baeswill never answer a calf when he bleats. Verg. 'Tis very true. Dog. This is the end of the charge: you, constable, are topresent the Prince's own person. If you meet the Prince in the night, you may stay him. Verg. Nay, by'r lady, that I think 'a cannot. Dog. Five shillings to one on't with any man that knows the statutes, he may stay him! Marry, not without the Prince be willing; for indeed the watch ought to offend no man, and itis an offence to stay a man against his will. Verg. By'r lady, I think it be so. Dog. Ha, ah, ha! Well, masters, good night. An there be anymatter of weight chances, call up me. Keep your fellows' counselsand your own, and good night. Come, neighbour. 2. Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge. Let us go sit here upon the church bench till two, and then all to bed. Dog. One word more, honest neighbours. I pray you watch about Signior Leonato's door; for the wedding being there tomorrow,
there is a great coil to-night. Adieu. Be vigitant, I beseech you. Exeunt [Dogberry and Verges].
Enter Borachio and Conrade.
Bora. What, Conrade! 2. Watch. [aside] Peace! stir not! Bora. Conrade, I say! Con. Here, man. I am at thy elbow. Bora. Mass, and my elbow itch'd! I thought there would a scab follow. Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and now forward withthy tale. Bora. Stand thee close then under this penthouse, for itdrizzles rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee. 2. Watch. [aside] Some treason, masters. Yet stand close. Bora. Therefore know I have earned of Don John a thousandducats. Con. Is it possible that any villany should be so dear? Bora. Thou shouldst rather ask if it were possible any villany should be so rich; for when rich villains have need of poorones, poor ones may make what price they will. Con. I wonder at it. Bora. That shows thou art unconfirm'd. Thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a cloak, is nothing to aman. Con. Yes, it is apparel. Bora. I mean the fashion. Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion. Bora. Tush! I may as well say the fool's the fool. But seestthou not what a deformed thief this fashion is? 2. Watch. [aside] I know that Deformed. 'A bas been a vilethief this seven year; 'a goes up and down like a gentleman. Iremember his name. Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody? Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house. Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashionis? how giddily 'a turns about all the hot-bloods betweenfourteen and five-and-thirty? sometimes fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the reechy painting, sometime like god Bel'spriests in the old church window, sometime like the shaven Herculesin the smirch'd worm-eaten tapestry, where his codpiece seems as
massy as his club? Con. All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. But art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale intotelling me of the fashion? Bora. Not so neither. But know that I have to-night wooedMargaret, the Lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the name of Hero. She leansme out at her mistress' chamber window, bids me a thousand times good night--I tell this tale vilely; I should first tell theehow the Prince, Claudio and my master, planted and placed and possessed by my master Don John, saw afar off in the orchardthis amiable encounter. Con. And thought they Margaret was Hero? Bora. Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio; but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first possess'd them, partly by the dark night, which diddeceive them, but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm anyslander that Don John had made, away went Claudio enrag'd; swore hewould meet her, as he was appointed, next morning at the temple,and there, before the whole congregation, shame her with what hesaw o'ernight and send her home again without a husband. 2. Watch. We charge you in the Prince's name stand! 1. Watch. Call up the right Master Constable. We have here recover'd the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever wasknown in the commonwealth. 2. Watch. And one Deformed is one of them. I know him; 'a wearsa lock. Con. Masters, masters-- 1. Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I warrant you. Con. Masters-- 2. Watch. Never speak, we charge you. Let us obey you to gowith us. Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, being taken upof these men's bills. Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Come, we'll obeyyou. Exeunt.

Scene IV.A Room in Leonato's house.
Enter Hero, and Margaret and Ursula.
Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice and desire her torise. Urs. I will, lady. Hero. And bid her come hither. Urs. Well. [Exit.] Marg. Troth, I think your other rebato were better. Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. Marg. By my troth, 's not so good, and I warrant your cousinwill say so. Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another. I'll wear nonebut this. Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair werea thought browner; and your gown's a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the Duchess of Milan's gown that they praise so. Hero. O, that exceeds, they say. Marg. By my troth, 's but a nightgown in respect of yours-- cloth-o'-gold and cuts, and lac'd with silver, set withpearls down sleeves, side-sleeves, and skirts, round underborne with
a blush tinsel. But for a fine, quaint, graceful, andexcellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. Hero. God give me joy to wear it! for my heart is exceedingheavy. Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man. Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed? Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? I think you would have me say, 'saving yourreverence, a husband.' An bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend nobody. Is there any harm in 'the heavier for ahusband'? None, I think, an it be the right husband and the right wife. Otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy. Ask my Lady Beatriceelse. Here she comes.
Enter Beatrice.
Hero. Good morrow, coz. Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero. Hero. Why, how now? Do you speak in the sick tune? Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. Marg. Clap's into 'Light o' love.' That goes without a burden.Do you sing it, and I'll dance it. Beat. Yea, 'Light o' love' with your heels! then, if yourhusband have stables enough, you'll see he shall lack no barnes. Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels. Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time you wereready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill. Hey-ho! Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. Marg. Well, an you be not turn'd Turk, there's no more sailingby the star. Beat. What means the fool, trow? Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one their heart's desire! Hero. These gloves the Count sent me, they are an excellent perfume. Beat. I am stuff'd, cousin; I cannot smell. Marg. A maid, and stuff'd! There's goodly catching of cold. Beat. O, God help me! God help me! How long have you profess'd apprehension? Marg. Ever since you left it. Doth not my wit become me rarely?
Beat. It is not seen enough. You should wear it in your cap. Bymy troth, I am sick. Marg. Get you some of this distill'd carduus benedictus and layit to your heart. It is the only thing for a qualm. Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. Beat. Benedictus? why benedictus? You have some moral in this 'benedictus.' Marg. Moral? No, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant plain holy thistle. You may think perchance that I think youare in love. Nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor indeed I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that youare in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be inlove. Yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man. He swore he would never marry; and yet now in despite of hisheart he eats his meat without grudging; and how you may beconverted I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other womendo. Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps? Marg. Not a false gallop. Enter Ursula.
Urs. Madam, withdraw. The Prince, the Count, Signior Benedick,Don John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch youto church. Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula. [Exeunt.]

Scene V.The hall in Leonato's house.
Enter Leonato and the Constable [Dogberry] and the Headborough[verges].
Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour? Dog. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you thatdecerns you nearly. Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see it is a busy time with me. Dog. Marry, this it is, sir. Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. Leon. What is it, my good friends? Dog. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter--anold man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin betweenhis brows. Verg. Yes, I thank God I am as honest as any man living that isan old man and no honester than I. Dog. Comparisons are odorous. Palabras, neighbour Verges. Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. Dog. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poorDuke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tediousas a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of yourworship. Leon. All thy tediousness on me, ah? Dog. Yea, in 'twere a thousand pound more than 'tis; for I hearas good exclamation on your worship as of any man in the city;and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it. Verg. And so am I. Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your worship's presence, ha' ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina. Dog. A good old man, sir; he will be talking. As they say,'When the age is in, the wit is out.' God help us! it is a world to see! Well said, i' faith, neighbour Verges. Well, God's agood man. An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind. Anhonest soul, i' faith, sir, by my troth he is, as ever broke bread;but God is to be worshipp'd; all men are not alike, alas, good neighbour! Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you. Dog. Gifts that God gives. Leon. I must leave you. Dog. One word, sir. Our watch, sir, have indeed comprehendedtwo aspicious persons, and we would have them this morningexamined before your worship. Leon. Take their examination yourself and bring it me. I am nowin great haste, as it may appear unto you. Dog. It shall be suffigance. Leon. Drink some wine ere you go. Fare you well.
[Enter a Messenger.]
Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband. Leon. I'll wait upon them. I am ready. [Exeunt Leonato and Messenger.] Dog. Go, good partner, go get you to Francis Seacoal; bid himbring his pen and inkhorn to the jail. We are now to examinationthese men. Verg. And we must do it wisely. Dog. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you. Here's that shall
drive some of them to a non-come. Only get the learned writerto set down our excommunication, and meet me at the jail. [Exeunt.]

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ACT IV. Scene I.A church.
Enter Don Pedro, [John the] Bastard, Leonato, Friar [Francis],Claudio,Benedick, Hero, Beatrice, [and Attendants].
Leon. Come, Friar Francis, be brief. Only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards. Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady? Claud. No. Leon. To be married to her. Friar, you come to marry her. Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this count? Hero. I do. Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment why youshould not be conjoined, I charge you on your souls to utter it. Claud. Know you any, Hero? Hero. None, my lord. Friar. Know you any, Count? Leon. I dare make his answer--none. Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do,not knowing what they do! Bene. How now? interjections? Why then, some be of laughing,as, ah, ha, he! Claud. Stand thee by, friar. Father, by your leave: Will you with free and unconstrained soul Give me this maid your daughter? Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Claud. And what have I to give you back whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Claud. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness. There, Leonato, take her back again. Give not this rotten orange to your friend. She's but the sign and semblance of her honour. Behold how like a maid she blushes here! O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Comes not that blood as modest evidence To witness simple virtue, Would you not swear, All you that see her, that she were a maid By these exterior shows? But she is none: She knows the heat of a luxurious bed; Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. Leon. What do you mean, my lord? Claud. Not to be married, Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton. Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof, Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth And made defeat of her virginity-- Claud. I know what you would say. If I have known her, You will say she did embrace me as a husband, And so extenuate the forehand sin. No, Leonato, I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Claud. Out on the seeming! I will write against it. You seem to me as Dian in her orb, As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; But you are more intemperate in your blood Than Venus, or those pamp'red animals That rage in savage sensuality. Hero. Is my lord well that he doth speak so wide? Leon. Sweet Prince, why speak not you? Pedro. What should I speak? I stand dishonour'd that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale. Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream? John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Hero. 'True!' O God! Claud. Leonato, stand I here? Is this the Prince, Is this the Prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord? Claud. Let me but move one question to your daughter, And by that fatherly and kindly power That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Hero. O, God defend me! How am I beset! What kind of catechising call you this? Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name With any just reproach? Claud. Marry, that can Hero! Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. What man was he talk'd with you yesternight, Out at your window betwixt twelve and one? Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Leonato, I am sorry you must hear. Upon my honour, Myself, my brother, and this grieved Count Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window, Who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain, Confess'd the vile encounters they have had A thousand times in secret. John. Fie, fie! they are not to be nam'd, my lord-- Not to be spoke of; There is not chastity, enough in language Without offence to utter them. Thus, pretty lady, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been If half thy outward graces had been plac'd About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart! But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! Farewell, Thou pure impiety and impious purity! For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, And never shall it more be gracious. Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? [Hero swoons.] Beat. Why, how now, cousin? Wherefore sink you down? John. Come let us go. These things, come thus to light, Smother her spirits up. [Exeunt Don Pedro, Don Juan, and Claudio.] Bene. How doth the lady? Beat. Dead, I think. Help, uncle! Hero! why, Hero! Uncle! Signior Benedick! Friar! Leon. O Fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Death is the fairest cover for her shame That may be wish'd for. Beat. How now, cousin Hero? Friar. Have comfort, lady. Leon. Dost thou look up? Friar. Yea, wherefore should she not? Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes; For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Myself would on the rearward of reproaches Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one? Child I for that at frugal nature's frame? O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes? Why had I not with charitable hand Took up a beggar's issue at my gates, Who smirched thus and mir'd with infamy, I might have said, 'No part of it is mine; This shame derives itself from unknown loins'? But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, And mine that I was proud on--mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her--why, she, O, she is fall'n Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh! Bene. Sir, sir, be patient. For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, I know not what to say. Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last night, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron! Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie, Who lov'd her so that, speaking of her foulness, Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her! let her die. Friar. Hear me a little; For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, By noting of the lady. I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes, And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire To burn the errors that these princes hold Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool; Trust not my reading nor my observation, Which with experimental seal doth warrant The tenure of my book; trust not my age, My reverence, calling, nor divinity, If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here Under some biting error. Leon. Friar, it cannot be. Thou seest that all the grace that she hath left Is that she will not add to her damnation A sin of perjury: she not denies it. Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse That which appears in proper nakedness? Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know none. If I know more of any man alive Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Let all my sins lack mercy! O my father, Prove you that any man with me convers'd At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death! Friar. There is some strange misprision in the princes. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. Leon. I know not. If they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her. If they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, But they shall find awak'd in such a kind Both strength of limb and policy of mind, Ability in means, and choice of friends, To quit me of them throughly. Friar. Pause awhile And let my counsel sway you in this case. Your daughter here the princes left for dead, Let her awhile be secretly kept in, And publish it that she is dead indeed; Maintain a mourning ostentation, And on your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites That appertain unto a burial. Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? Friar. Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf Change slander to remorse. That is some good. But not for that dream I on this strange course, But on this travail look for greater birth. She dying, as it must be so maintain'd, Upon the instant that she was accus'd, Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio. When he shall hear she died upon his words, Th' idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she liv'd indeed. Then shall he mourn (If ever love had interest in his liver) And wish he had not so accused her-- No, though be thought his accusation true. Let this be so, and doubt not but success Will fashion the event in better shape Than I can lay it down in likelihood. But if all aim but this be levell'd false, The supposition of the lady's death Will quench the wonder of her infamy. And if it sort not well, you may conceal her, As best befits her wounded reputation, In some reclusive and religious life, Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you; And though you know my inwardness and love Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this As secretly and justly as your soul Should with your body. Leon. Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. Friar. 'Tis well consented. Presently away; For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure. Come, lady, die to live. This wedding day Perhaps is but prolong'd. Have patience and endure. Exeunt [all but Benedick and Beatrice]. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. I will not desire that. Beat. You have no reason. I do it freely. Bene. Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Bene. May a man do it? Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is notthat strange? Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possiblefor me to say I loved nothing so well as you. But believe me not;and yet I lie not. I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I amsorry for my cousin. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear, and eat it. Bene. I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make himeat it that says I love not you. Beat. Will you not eat your word? Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? Beat. You have stayed me in a happy hour. I was about toprotest I loved you. Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Beat. I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest. Bene. Come, bid me do anything for thee. Beat. Kill Claudio. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world! Beat. You kill me to deny it. Farewell. Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Beat. I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you.Nay, I pray you let me go. Bene. Beatrice-- Beat. In faith, I will go. Bene. We'll be friends first. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Beat. Is 'a not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What? bear her in hand until they come to take hands,and then with public accusation, uncover'd slander, unmitigated rancour--O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart inthe market place. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice! Beat. Talk with a man out at a window!-a proper saying! Bene. Nay but Beatrice-- Beat. Sweet Hero! she is wrong'd, she is sland'red, she isundone. Bene. Beat-- Beat. Princes and Counties! Surely a princely testimony, agoodly count, Count Comfect, a sweet gallant surely! O that I were aman for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into cursies, valour intocompliment, and men are only turn'd into tongue, and trim ones too. He isnow as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie,and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing; therefore I will die a womanwith grieving. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee. Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Bene. Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wrong'dHero? Beat. Yea, as sure is I have a thought or a soul. Bene. Enough, I am engag'd, I will challenge him. I will kissyour hand, and so I leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall renderme a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go comfortyour cousin. I must say she is dead-and so farewell. [Exeunt.]

Scene II.A prison.
Enter the Constables [Dogberry and Verges] and the Sexton, ingowns,[and the Watch, with Conrade and] Borachio.
Dog. Is our whole dissembly appear'd? Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton. Sex. Which be the malefactors? Dog. Marry, that am I and my partner. Verg. Nay, that's certain. We have the exhibition to examine. Sex. But which are the offenders that are to be examined? letthem come before Master Constable. Dog. Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name, friend? Bor. Borachio. Dog. Pray write down Borachio. Yours, sirrah? Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. Dog. Write down Master Gentleman Conrade. Masters, do you serve God? Both. Yea, sir, we hope. Dog. Write down that they hope they serve God; and write Godfirst, for God defend but God should go before such villains!Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves, and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Howanswer you for yourselves? Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Dog. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will goabout with him. Come you hither, sirrah. A word in your ear. Sir, Isay to you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I say to you we are none. Dog. Well, stand aside. Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have you writ down that they are none? Sex. Master Constable, you go not the way to examine. You mustcall forth the watch that are their accusers. Dog. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch comeforth. Masters, I charge you in the Prince's name accuse these men. 1. Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John the Prince'sbrother was a villain. Dog. Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flatperjury, to call a prince's brother villain. Bora. Master Constable-- Dog. Pray thee, fellow, peace. I do not like thy look, Ipromise thee. Sex. What heard you him say else? 2. Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of DonJohn for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully. Dog. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Verg. Yea, by th' mass, that it is. Sex. What else, fellow? 1. Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. Dog. O villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into everlastingredemption for this. Sex. What else? Watchmen. This is all. Sex. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince Johnis this morning secretly stol'n away. Hero was in this manner accus'd, in this manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this suddenly died. Master Constable, let these men be bound and brought to Leonato's. I will go before and show him their examination. [Exit.] Dog. Come, let them be opinion'd. Verg. Let them be in the hands-- Con. Off, coxcomb! Dog. God's my life, where's the sexton? Let him write down the Prince's officer coxcomb. Come, bind them.--Thou naughtyvarlet! Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dog. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But,masters, remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art fullof piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness. I am awise fellow; and which is more, an officer; and which is more, a householder; and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh asany is in Messina, and one that knows the law, go to! and a rich fellow enough, go to! and a fellow that hath had losses; andone that hath two gowns and everything handsome about him. Bringhim away. O that I had been writ down an ass! Exeunt.

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ACT V. Scene I.The street, near Leonato's house.
Enter Leonato and his brother [ Antonio].
Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself, And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief Against yourself. Leon. I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak to me of patience. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every strain for strain, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form. If such a one will smile and stroke his beard, Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem' when he should groan, Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk With candle-wasters--bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience. But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words. No, no! 'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel. My griefs cry louder than advertisement. Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. Leon. I pray thee peace. I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance. Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself. Make those that do offend you suffer too. Leon. There thou speak'st reason. Nay, I will do so. My soul doth tell me Hero is belied; And that shall Claudio know; so shall the Prince, And all of them that thus dishonour her.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.
Ant. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. Pedro. Good den, Good den. Claud. Good day to both of you. Leon. Hear you, my lords! Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. Leon. Some haste, my lord! well, fare you well, my lord. Are you so hasty now? Well, all is one. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Some of us would lie low. Claud. Who wrongs him? Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou! Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; I fear thee not. Claud. Mary, beshrew my hand If it should give your age such cause of fear. In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me I speak not like a dotard nor a fool, As under privilege of age to brag What I have done being young, or what would do, Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. I say thou hast belied mine innocent child; Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, And she lied buried with her ancestors- O, in a tomb where never scandal slept, Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany! Claud. My villany? Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say. Pedro. You say not right, old man Leon. My lord, my lord, I'll prove it on his body if he dare, Despite his nice fence and his active practice, His May of youth and bloom of lustihood. Claud. Away! I will not have to do with you. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd my child. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. And. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed But that's no matter; let him kill one first. Win me and wear me! Let him answer me. Come, follow me, boy,. Come, sir boy, come follow me. Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence! Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. Leon. Brother-- Ant. Content yourself. God knows I lov'd my niece, And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man indeed As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops! Leon. Brother Anthony-- Ant. Hold you content. What, man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple, Scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, That lie and cog and flout, deprave and slander, Go anticly, show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dang'rous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst; And this is all. Leon. But, brother Anthony-- Ant. Come, 'tis no matter. Do not you meddle; let me deal in this. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. My lord, my lord-- Pedro. I will not hear you. Leon. No? Come, brother, away!--I will be heard. Ant. And shall, or some of us will smart for it. Exeunt ambo.
Enter Benedick.
Pedro. See, see! Here comes the man we went to seek. Claud. Now, signior, what news? Bene. Good day, my lord. Pedro. Welcome, signior. You are almost come to part almost afray. Claud. We had lik'd to have had our two noses snapp'd off withtwo old men without teeth. Pedro. Leonato and his brother. What think'st thou? Had wefought, I doubt we should have been too young for them. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came toseek you both. Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we arehigh-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away. Wilt thou usethy wit? Bene. It is in my scabbard. Shall I draw it? Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been besidetheir wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrel--draw to pleasure us. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale. Art thou sick or angry? Claud. What, courage, man! What though care kill'd a cat, thouhast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career an you charge it against me. I pray you choose another subject. Claud. Nay then, give him another staff; this last was brokecross. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more. I think he beangry indeed. Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Bene. [aside to Claudio] You are a villain. I jest not; I willmake it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare.Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have kill'd a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let mehear from you. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer. Pedro. What, a feast, a feast? Claud. I' faith, I thank him, he hath bid me to a calve's headand a capon, the which if I do not carve most curiously, say my knife's naught. Shall I not find a woodcock too? Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice prais'd thy wit the otherday. I said thou hadst a fine wit: 'True,' said she, 'a fine little one.' 'No,' said I, 'a great wit.' 'Right,' says she, 'agreat gross one.' 'Nay,' said I, 'a good wit.' 'Just,' said she,'it hurts nobody.' 'Nay,' said I, 'the gentleman is wise.''Certain,' said she, a wise gentleman.' 'Nay,' said I, 'he hath the tongues.' 'That I believe' said she, 'for he swore a thing tome on Monday night which he forswore on Tuesday morning. There'sa double tongue; there's two tongues.' Thus did she an hour together transshape thy particular virtues. Yet at last she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the proper'st man in Italy. Claud. For the which she wept heartily and said she cared not. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an if she didnot hate him deadly, she would love him dearly. The old man's daughter told us all. Claud. All, all! and moreover, God saw him when he was hid inthe garden. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head? Claud. Yea, and text underneath, 'Here dwells Benedick, themarried man'? Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind. I will leave younow to your gossiplike humour. You break jests as braggards do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you. I must discontinue your company. Your brother the bastard is fled from Messina. You have among you kill'd a sweet and innocent lady. For my Lord Lackbeardthere, he and I shall meet; and till then peace be with him. [Exit.] Pedro. He is in earnest. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warrant you, for the
love of Beatrice. Pedro. And hath challeng'd thee. Claud. Most sincerely. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doubletand hose and leaves off his wit!
Enter Constables [Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch, leading] Conrade and Borachio.
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape; but then is an ape adoctor to such a man. Pedro. But, soft you, let me be! Pluck up, my heart, and besad! Did he not say my brother was fled? Dog. Come you, sir. If justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance. Nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be look'd to. Pedro. How now? two of my brother's men bound? Borachio one. Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done? Dog. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover,they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixthand lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and to conclude, they are lying knaves. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I askthee what's their offence; sixth and lastly, why they arecommitted; and to conclude, what you lay to their charge. Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; and by mytroth there's one meaning well suited. Pedro. Who have you offended, masters, that you are thus boundto your answer? This learned constable is too cunning to be understood. What's your offence? Bora. Sweet Prince, let me go no farther to mine answer. Do you hear me, and let this Count kill me. I have deceived evenyour very eyes. What your wisdoms could not discover, theseshallow fools have brought to light, who in the night overheard me confessing to this man, how Don John your brother incensed meto slander the Lady Hero; how you were brought into the orchardand saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgrac'dher when you should marry her. My villany they have upon record, which I had rather seal with my death than repeat over to my shame. The lady is dead upon mine and my master's false accusation; and briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery, And fled he is upon this villany. Claud. Sweet Hero, now thy image doth appear In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. Dog. Come, bring away the plaintiffs. By this time our sextonhath reformed Signior Leonato of the matter. And, masters, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I aman ass. Verg. Here, here comes Master Signior Leonato, and the sextontoo.
Enter Leonato, his brother [Antonio], and the Sexton.
Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes, That, when I note another man like him, I may avoid him. Which of these is he? Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on me. Leon. Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast kill'd Mine innocent child? Bora. Yea, even I alone. Leon. No, not so, villain! thou beliest thyself. Here stand a pair of honourable men-- A third is fled--that had a hand in it. I thank you princes for my daughter's death. Record it with your high and worthy deeds. 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Claud. I know not how to pray your patience; Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself; Impose me to what penance your invention Can lay upon my sin. Yet sinn'd I not But in mistaking. Pedro. By my soul, nor I! And yet, to satisfy this good old man, I would bend under any heavy weight That he'll enjoin me to. Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live- That were impossible; but I pray you both, Possess the people in Messina here How innocent she died; and if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, And sing it to her bones--sing it to-night. To-morrow morning come you to my house, And since you could not be my son-in-law, Be yet my nephew. My brother hath a daughter, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, And she alone is heir to both of us. Give her the right you should have giv'n her cousin, And so dies my revenge. Claud. O noble sir! Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me. I do embrace your offer; and dispose For henceforth of poor Claudio. Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming; To-night I take my leave. This naughty man Shall fact to face be brought to Margaret, Who I believe was pack'd in all this wrong, Hir'd to it by your brother. Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me; But always hath been just and virtuous In anything that I do know by her. Dog. Moreover, sir, which indeed is not under white and black,this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass. I beseech youlet it be rememb'red in his punishment. And also the watch heardthem talk of one Deformed. They say he wears a key in his ear, anda lock hanging by it, and borrows money in God's name, thewhich he hath us'd so long and never paid that now men growhard-hearted and will lend nothing for God's sake. Pray you examine himupon that point. Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Dog. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverentyouth, and I praise God for you. Leon. There's for thy pains. [Gives money.] Dog. God save the foundation! Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. Dog. I leave an arrant knave with your worship, which I beseech your worship to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your worship! I wish your worship well. God restoreyou to health! I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wish'd, God prohibit it! Come, neighbour. Exeunt [Dogberry and Verges]. Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Ant. Farewell, my lords. We look for you to-morrow. Pedro. We will not fall. Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. [Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio.] Leon. [to the Watch] Bring you these fellows on.--We'll talkwith Margaret, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. Exeunt.

Scene II.Leonato's orchard.
Enter Benedick and Margaret [meeting].
Bene. Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at myhands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty? Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shallcome over it; for in most comely truth thou deservest it. Marg. To have no man come over me? Why, shall I always keepbelow stairs? Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth--it catches. Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit buthurt 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. Marg. Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own. Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes witha vice, and they are dangerous weapons for maids. 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 book fullof these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly inthe even road of a blank verse--why, they were never so trulyturn'd over and over as my poor self in love. Marry, I cannot showit 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 cannot woo infestival terms.
Enter Beatrice.
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I call'd thee? Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Bene. O, stay but till then! Beat. 'Then' is spoken. Fare you well now. And yet, ere I go,let me go with that I came for, 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. Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear fromhim or I will subscribe him a coward. And I pray thee now tellme, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love withme? Beat. For them all together, which maintain'd so politic astate of evil that they will not admit any good part to interminglewith them. But for which of my good parts did you first sufferlove for me? Bene. Suffer love!--a good epithet. I do suffer love indeed,for I love thee against my will. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I willnever love that which my friend hates. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Beat. It appears not in this confession. There's not one wiseman among twenty, that will praise himself. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that liv'd in the timeof good neighbours. If a man do not erect in this age his owntomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than thebell rings 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 is it most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be thetrumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for praising myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseworthy. Andnow tell me, how doth your cousin? Beat. Very ill. Bene. And how do you? Beat. Very ill too. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend. There will I leave you too,for here comes one in haste.
Enter Ursula.
Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's old coil athome. It is proved my Lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd, thePrince and Claudio mightily abus'd, and Don John is the author ofall, who is fled and gone. Will you come presently? Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buriedthy eyes; and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's. Exeunt.

Scene III.A churchyard.
Enter Claudio, Don Pedro, and three or four with tapers,[followed by Musicians].
Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? Lord. It is, my lord. Claud. [reads from a scroll]
Epitaph.
Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies. Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, Gives her fame which never dies. So the life that died with shame Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Hangs up the scroll.] Praising her when I am dumb. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
Song.
Pardon, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of woe, Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan, Help us to sigh and groan Heavily, heavily, Graves, yawn and yield your dead, Till death be uttered Heavily, heavily.
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this rite. Pedro. Good morrow, masters. Put your torches out. The wolves have prey'd, and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy 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 speeds Than this for whom we rend'red up this woe. Exeunt.

Scene IVThe hall in Leonato's house.
Enter Leonato, Benedick, [Beatrice,] Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,Friar [Francis], Hero.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Leon. So are the Prince and Claudio, who accus'd her Upon the error that you heard debated. But Margaret was in some fault for this, Although against her will, as it appears In the true course of all the question. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort 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. Exeunt Ladies. The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour To visit me. You know your office, brother: You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must entreat 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 niece 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 sight whereof I think you had from me, From Claudio, and the Prince; but what's your will? Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical; But, for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd In the state of honourable marriage; In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Leon. My heart is with your liking. Friar. And my help.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio and two or three other.
Here comes the Prince and Claudio. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Leon. Good morrow, Prince; good morrow, 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 ready. [Exit Antonio.] 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, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee, 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 And got a calf in that same noble feat Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Enter [Leonato's] brother [Antonio], Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula, [the ladies wearing masks].
Claud. For this I owe you. Here comes other reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon? Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why then, she's mine. Sweet, let me see your face. Leon. No, that you shall not till you take her hand Before this friar and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar. I am your husband if you like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd I was your other wife; [Unmasks.] And when you lov'd you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero! Hero. Nothing certainer. One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, And surely as I live, I am a maid. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander liv'd. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify, When, after that the holy rites are ended, I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death. Meantime let wonder seem familiar, And to the chapel let us presently. Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? Beat. [unmasks] I answer to that name. What is your 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 deceived; for they swore you did. Beat. Do not you love me? Bene. Troth, no; no more than reason. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. Bene. 'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't that he loves her; For here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashion'd to Beatrice. Hero. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stol'n from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. Bene. A miracle! Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee forpity. Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I wastold you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace! I will stop your mouth. [Kisses her.] Beat. I'll tell thee what, Prince: a college of wit-crackerscannot flout me out of my humour. Dost thou think I care for asatire or an epigram? No. If a man will be beaten with brains, 'a shall wear nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do purposeto marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world cansay against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I havesaid against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is myconclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; butin that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis'd, and lovemy cousin. Claud. I had well hop'd thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, thatI might have cudgell'd thee out of thy single life, to makethee a double-dealer, which out of question thou wilt be if mycousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends. Let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives'heels. Leon. We'll have dancing afterward. Bene. First, of my word! Therefore play, music. Prince, thouart sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife! There is no staff more reverent than one tipp'd with horn.
Enter Messenger.
Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina. Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow. I'll devise thee brave punishments for him. Strike up, pipers! Dance. [Exeunt.]
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