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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? 



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     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 



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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 for pity。 

     Beat。 I would not deny you; but; by this good day; I yield upon great 

persuasion;   and   partly   to   save   your   life;   for   I   was   told   you   were   in   a 

consumption。 

     Bene。 Peace! I will stop your mouth。 'Kisses her。' 

     Bene。 I'll tell thee what; Prince: a college of wit…crackers cannot flout 

me out of my humour。 Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? 

No。 If a man will be beaten with brains; 'a shall wear nothing handsome 

about him。 In brief; since I do purpose to marry; I will think nothing to any 

purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me 

for what I   have said   against it;   for man is   a giddy  thing; and this is   my 

conclusion。 For thy part; Claudio; I did think to have beaten thee; but in 

that thou art like to be my kinsman; live unbruis'd; and love my cousin。 

     Claud。   I   had   well   hop'd   thou   wouldst   have   denied   Beatrice;   that   I 

might   have   cudgell'd   thee   out   of   thy  single   life;   to   make   thee   a   double… 

dealer;   which     out   of  question   thou   wilt   be  if   my  cousin   do   not  look 

exceeding narrowly to thee。 

     Bene。   Come;   come;   we   are   friends。   Let's   have   a   dance   ere   we   are 



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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; thou art 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。' THE END 



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