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The primary plot of Much Ado About Nothing turns on the courtship and scandal involving young Hero and her suitor, Claudio, but the witty war of words between Claudio’s friend Benedick and Hero’s cousin Beatrice often takes center stage.
Set in Messina, the play begins as Don Pedro’s army returns after a victory. Benedick, a gentleman soldier, resumes a verbal duel with Beatrice, the niece of Messina’s governor, Leonato. Count Claudio is smitten by Leonato’s daughter, Hero. After Don Pedro woos her in disguise for Claudio, the two young lovers plan to marry in a week. To fill in the time until the wedding, Don Pedro and the others set about tricking Benedick and Beatrice into falling in love with each other. Meanwhile, Don Pedro’s disgruntled brother, Don John, plots to ruin Hero and halt her wedding. Claudio believes Don John’s deception, is convinced Hero has a lover, and, at the wedding, brutally rejects her.
With Hero in hiding and falsely reported dead, Beatrice persuades Benedick to fight Claudio. Tragedy is averted when the bumbling city watch, having discovered Don John’s treachery, arrives and clears Hero’s name. With Claudio forgiven, both couples are ready to get married.
ACT 1
Scene 1
and Beatrice his niece , with a Messenger .
Pedro of Aragon comes this night to Messina .
leagues off when I left him .
action ?
brings home full numbers . I find here that Don
Pedro hath bestowed much honor on a young
Florentine called Claudio .
remembered 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
bettered expectation than you must expect of me to
tell you how .
very much glad of it .
there appears much joy in him , even so much that
joy could not show itself modest enough without a
badge of bitterness .
[9]ACT 1. SC. 1
faces truer than those that are so washed . How
much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at
weeping !
from the wars or no ?
was none such in the army of any sort .
he was .
challenged Cupid at the flight , and my uncle’s Fool ,
reading the challenge , subscribed for Cupid and
challenged him at the bird-bolt . I pray you , how
many hath he killed and eaten in these wars ? But
how many hath he killed ? For indeed I promised to
eat all of his killing .
much , but he’ll be meet with you , I doubt it not .
wars .
eat it . He is a very valiant trencherman ; he hath an
excellent stomach .
to a lord ?
with all honorable virtues .
man , but for the stuffing — well , we are all mortal .
[11]ACT 1. SC. 1
a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and
her . They never meet but there’s a skirmish of wit
between them .
conflict , four of his five wits went halting off , and
now is the whole man governed 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 a reasonable creature . Who is his companion
now ? He hath every month a new sworn
brother .
as the fashion of his hat ; it ever changes with the
next block .
books .
I pray you , who is his companion ? Is there no
young squarer now that will make a voyage with
him to the devil ?
noble Claudio .
disease ! He is sooner caught than the pestilence ,
and the taker runs presently mad . God help the
noble Claudio ! If he have caught the Benedick , it
will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured .
[13]ACT 1. SC. 1
Benedick , Balthasar , and John the Bastard .
your trouble ? The fashion of the world is to avoid
cost , and you encounter it .
likeness of your Grace , for trouble being gone ,
comfort should remain , but when you depart from
me , sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave .
to Hero . I think this is your daughter .
child .
this what you are , being a man . Truly the lady
fathers herself . — Be happy , lady , for you are like
an honorable father .
not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina ,
as like him as she is .
Benedick , nobody marks you .
living ?
hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick ?
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if you come
in her presence .
I am loved of all ladies , only you excepted ; and
I would I could find in my heart that I had not a
hard heart , for truly I love none .
[15]ACT 1. SC. 1
else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor . I
thank God and my cold blood I am of your humor
for that . I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow
than a man swear he loves me .
so some gentleman or other shall ’scape a predestinate
scratched face .
’twere such a face as yours were .
yours .
tongue and so good a continuer , but keep your
way , i’ God’s name , I have done .
you of old .
Claudio and Signior Benedick , my dear friend
Leonato hath invited you all . I tell him we shall stay
here at the least a month , and he heartily prays
some occasion may detain us longer . I dare swear
he is no hypocrite , but prays from his heart .
forsworn .
my lord , being reconciled to the Prince your brother ,
I owe you all duty .
thank you .
Signior Leonato ?
[17]ACT 1. SC. 1
should do , for my simple true judgment ? Or would
you have me speak after my custom , as being a
professed tyrant to their sex ?
high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too
little for a great praise . Only this commendation I
can afford her , that were she other than she is , she
were unhandsome , and being no other but as she is ,
I do not like her .
me truly how thou lik’st her .
her ?
this with a sad brow ? Or do you play the flouting
jack , to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and
Vulcan a rare carpenter ? Come , in what key shall a
man take you to go in the song ?
I looked on .
no such matter . There’s her cousin , an she were not
possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in
beauty as the first of May doth the last of December .
But I hope you have no intent to turn husband , have
you ?
sworn the contrary , if Hero would be my wife .
world one man but he will wear his cap with
suspicion ? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore
[19] ACT 1. SC. 1 again ? Go to , i’ faith , an thou wilt needs thrust
thy neck into a yoke , wear the print of it , and sigh
away Sundays . Look , Don Pedro is returned to seek
you .
not to Leonato’s ?
tell .
a dumb man , I would have you think so , but on my
allegiance — mark you this , on my allegiance — he
is in love . With who ? Now , that is your Grace’s part .
Mark how short his answer is : with Hero , Leonato’s
short daughter .
’twas not so , but , indeed , God forbid it should be
so .’
it should be otherwise .
worthy .
spoke mine .
nor know how she should be worthy is the opinion
that fire cannot melt out of me . I will die in it at the
stake .
[21]ACT 1. SC. 1
despite of beauty .
force of his will .
that she brought me up , I likewise give her most
humble thanks . But that I will have a recheat
winded in my forehead or hang my bugle in an
invisible baldrick , all women shall pardon me .
Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust
any , I will do myself the right to trust none . And the
fine is , for the which I may go the finer , I will live a
bachelor .
my lord , not with love . Prove that ever I lose more
blood with love than I will get again with drinking ,
pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker’s pen and
hang me up at the door of a brothel house for the
sign of blind Cupid .
wilt prove a notable argument .
shoot at me , and he that hits me , let him be clapped
on the shoulder and called Adam .
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke .
Benedick bear 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 they write ‘Here is good
horse to hire’ let them signify under my sign ‘Here
you may see Benedick the married man .’
horn-mad .
[23]ACT 1. SC. 1
Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly .
meantime , good Signior Benedick , repair to Leonato’s .
Commend me to him , and tell him I will not
fail him at supper , for indeed he hath made great
preparation .
an embassage , and so I commit you —
it —
Benedick .
discourse is sometimes guarded with fragments ,
and the guards are but slightly basted on neither .
Ere you flout old ends any further , examine your
conscience . And so I leave you .
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard lesson that may do thee good .
Dost thou affect her , Claudio ?
When you went onward on this ended action ,
I looked upon her with a soldier’s eye ,
That liked , but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love .
But now I am returned and that war thoughts
[25] ACT 1. SC. 1 Have left their places vacant , in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires ,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is ,
Saying I liked her ere I went to wars .
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 . Was ’t not to this end
That thou began’st to twist so fine a story ?
That know love’s grief by his complexion !
But lest my liking might too sudden seem ,
I would have salved it with a longer treatise .
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 reveling tonight .
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 .
[27]ACT 1. SC. 2
Scene 2
Leonato .
son ? Hath he provided this music ?
brother , I can tell you strange news that you yet
dreamt not of .
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 much
overheard by a man of mine : the Prince discovered
to Claudio that he loved my niece your daughter and
meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance , and if
he found her accordant , he meant to take the
present time by the top and instantly break with you
of it .
for him , and question him yourself .
appear itself . But I will acquaint my daughter
withal , that she may be the better prepared for an
answer , if peradventure this be true . Go you and tell
her of it .
Cousins , you know what you have to do . — O , I cry
you mercy , friend . Go you with me and I will use
your skill . — Good cousin , have a care this busy
time .
[29]ACT 1. SC. 3
Scene 3
companion .
thus out of measure sad ?
breeds . Therefore the sadness is without limit .
brings it ?
sufferance .
art , born under Saturn , goest about to apply a moral
medicine to a mortifying mischief . I cannot hide
what I am . I must be sad when I have cause , and
smile at no man’s jests ; eat when I have stomach ,
and wait for no man’s leisure ; sleep when I am
drowsy , and tend on no man’s business ; laugh when
I am merry , and claw no man in his humor .
this till you may do it without controlment . You
have of late stood out against your brother , and he
hath ta’en you newly into his grace , where it is
impossible you should take true root but by the fair
weather that you make yourself . It is needful that
you frame the season for your own harvest .
rose in his grace , and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any . In this , though I cannot be said to be
a flattering honest man , it must not be denied but I
am a plain-dealing villain . I am trusted with a
muzzle and enfranchised with a clog ; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage . If I had my
[31] ACT 1. SC. 3 mouth , I would bite ; if I had my liberty , I would do
my liking . In the meantime , let me be that I am , and
seek not to alter me .
comes here ?
What news , Borachio ?
Prince your brother is royally entertained by
Leonato , and I can give you intelligence of an
intended marriage .
on ? What is he for a fool that betroths himself to
unquietness ?
way looks he ?
Leonato .
to this ?
smoking a musty room , comes me the Prince and
Claudio , hand in hand , in sad conference . I
whipped me behind the arras , and there heard it
agreed upon that the Prince should woo Hero for
himself , and having obtained her , give her to Count
Claudio .
food to my displeasure . That young start-up hath
all the glory of my overthrow . If I can cross him any
[33] ACT 1. SC. 3 way , I bless myself every way . You are both sure , and
will assist me ?
greater that I am subdued . Would the cook were o’
my mind ! Shall we go prove what’s to be done ?
[37]
ACT 2
Scene 1
Beatrice his niece , with Ursula and Margaret .
can see him but I am heartburned an hour after .
just in the midway between him and Benedick . The
one is too like an image and says nothing , and the
other too like my lady’s eldest son , evermore
tattling .
Count John’s mouth , and half Count John’s melancholy
in Signior Benedick’s face —
money enough in his purse , such a man would win
any woman in the world if he could get her
goodwill .
husband if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue .
God’s sending that way , for it is said ‘God sends a
[39] ACT 2. SC. 1 curst cow short horns ,’ but to a cow too curst , he
sends none .
horns .
which blessing I am at Him upon my knees every
morning and evening . Lord , I could not endure a
husband with a beard on his face . I had rather lie in
the woolen !
beard .
apparel and make him my waiting gentlewoman ?
He that hath a beard is more than a youth , and he
that hath no beard is less than a man ; and he that is
more than a youth is not for me , and he that is less
than a man , I am not for him . Therefore I will even
take sixpence in earnest of the bearherd , and lead
his apes into hell .
meet me like an old cuckold with horns on his
head , and say ‘Get you to heaven , Beatrice , get you
to heaven ; here’s no place for you maids .’ So deliver
I up my apes and away to Saint Peter ; for the
heavens , he shows me where the bachelors sit , and
there live we as merry as the day is long .
will be ruled by your father .
curtsy and say ‘Father , as it please you .’ But yet for
all that , cousin , let him be a handsome fellow , or
else make another curtsy and say ‘Father , as it
please me .’
with a husband .
[41]ACT 2. SC. 1
than earth . Would it not grieve a woman to be
overmastered with a piece of valiant dust ? To make
an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl ?
No , uncle , I’ll none . Adam’s sons are my brethren ,
and truly I hold it a sin to match in my kindred .
you . If the Prince do solicit you in that kind , you
know your answer .
be not wooed in good time . If the Prince be too
important , tell him there is measure in everything ,
and so dance out the answer . For hear me , Hero ,
wooing , wedding , and repenting is as a Scotch jig , a
measure , and a cinquepace . The first suit is hot and
hasty like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the
wedding , mannerly modest as a measure , full of
state and ancientry ; and then comes repentance ,
and with his bad legs falls into the cinquepace faster
and faster till he sink into his grave .
by daylight .
good room .
Benedick , Signior Antonio , and Balthasar , all in
masks , with Borachio and Don John .
friend ?
nothing , I am yours for the walk , and especially
when I walk away .
[43]ACT 2. SC. 1
should be like the case .
is Jove .
many ill qualities .
‘Amen .’
dance is done . Answer , clerk .
Antonio .
were the very man . Here’s his dry hand up and
down . You are he , you are he .
by your excellent wit ? Can virtue hide itself ? Go to ,
[45] ACT 2. SC. 1 mum , you are he . Graces will appear , and there’s an
end .
good wit out of The Hundred Merry Tales ! Well , this
was Signior Benedick that said so .
fool ; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders .
None but libertines delight in him , and the commendation
is not in his wit but in his villainy , for he
both pleases men and angers them , and then they
laugh at him and beat him . I am sure he is in the
fleet . I would he had boarded me .
what you say .
on me , which peradventure not marked or not
laughed at strikes him into melancholy , and then
there’s a partridge wing saved , for the fool will eat
no supper that night . Music for the dance . We must
follow the leaders .
at the next turning .
Don John , Borachio , and Claudio .
[47]ACT 2. SC. 1
on Hero , and hath withdrawn her father to break
with him about it . The ladies follow her , and but one
visor remains .
bearing .
love . He is enamored on Hero . I pray you dissuade
him from her . She is no equal for his birth . You
may do the part of an honest man in it .
her tonight .
But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio .
’Tis certain so . The Prince woos 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 .
[49]ACT 2. SC. 1
business , county . What fashion will you wear the
garland of ? About your neck like an 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 .
they sell bullocks . But did you think the Prince
would have served you thus ?
’Twas the boy that stole your meat , and you’ll beat
the post .
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 I am merry . Yea , but
so I am apt to do myself wrong . I am not so reputed !
It is the base , though bitter , disposition of Beatrice
that puts the world into her person and so gives me
out . Well , I’ll be revenged as I may .
him ?
Lady Fame . I found 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 goodwill of this
young lady , and I offered him my company to a
willow tree , either to make him a garland , as being
forsaken , or to bind him up a rod , as being worthy to
be whipped .
[51]ACT 2. SC. 1
being overjoyed with finding a bird’s nest , shows it
his companion , and he steals it .
transgression is in the stealer .
made , and the garland too , for the garland he
might have worn himself , and the rod he might
have bestowed on you , who , as I take it , have stolen
his bird’s nest .
to the owner .
faith , you say honestly .
gentleman that danced with her told her she is
much wronged by you .
block ! An oak but with one green leaf on it would
have answered her . My very visor 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
with such impossible conveyance upon me that I
stood like a man at a mark with a whole army
shooting at me . She speaks poniards , and every
word stabs . If her breath were as terrible as her
terminations , there were no living near her ; she
would infect to the North Star . I would not marry
her though she were endowed with all that Adam
had left him before he transgressed . She would have
made Hercules have turned spit , yea , and have cleft
his club to make the fire , too . Come , talk not of her .
You shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel . I
would to God some scholar would conjure her , for
certainly , while she is here , a man may live as quiet
[53] ACT 2. SC. 1 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 .
to the world’s end ? I will go on the slightest errand
now to the Antipodes that you can devise to send
me on . I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the
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 ?
endure my Lady Tongue .
the heart of Signior Benedick .
gave him use for it , a double heart for his single
one . Marry , once before he won it of me with false
dice . Therefore your Grace may well say I have lost
it .
him down .
lest I should prove the mother of fools . I have
brought Count Claudio , whom you sent me to seek .
[55] ACT 2. SC. 1 nor well , but civil count , civil as an orange , and
something of that jealous complexion .
though I’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 broke with her father
and his goodwill obtained . Name the day of marriage ,
and God give thee joy .
my fortunes . His Grace hath made the match , and
all grace say ‘Amen’ to it .
but little happy if I could say how much . — Lady , as
you are mine , I am yours . I give away myself for you
and dote upon the exchange .
mouth with a kiss and let not him speak neither .
the windy side of care . My cousin tells him in his ear
that he is in her heart .
to the world but I , and I am sunburnt . I may sit in a
corner and cry ‘Heigh-ho for a husband !’
getting . Hath your Grace ne’er a brother like you ?
Your father got excellent husbands , if a maid could
come by them .
working days . Your Grace is too costly to wear
every day . But I beseech your Grace pardon me . I
was born to speak all mirth and no matter .
[57]ACT 2. SC. 1
best becomes you , for out o’ question you were
born in a merry hour .
there was a star danced , and under that was I
born . — Cousins , God give you joy !
you of ?
pardon .
her , my lord . She is never sad but when she sleeps ,
and not ever sad then , for I have heard my daughter
say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and
waked herself with laughing .
out of suit .
married , they would talk themselves mad .
church ?
till love have all his rites .
a just sevennight , and a time too brief , too , to have
all things answer my mind .
long a breathing , but I warrant thee , Claudio , the
time shall not go dully by us . I will in the interim
undertake one of Hercules’ labors , which is to bring
Signior Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a
mountain of affection , th’ one with th’ other . I
would fain have it a match , and I doubt not but to
[59] ACT 2. SC. 2 fashion it , if you three will but minister such
assistance as I shall give you direction .
nights’ watchings .
cousin to a good husband .
that I know . Thus far can I praise him : he is of
a noble strain , of approved valor , and confirmed
honesty . I will teach you how to humor your
cousin that she shall fall in love with Benedick . —
And I , with your two helps , will so practice on
Benedick that , in despite of his quick wit and his
queasy stomach , he shall fall in love with Beatrice .
If we can do this , Cupid is no longer an archer ; his
glory shall be ours , for we are the only love gods . Go
in with me , and I will tell you my drift .
Scene 2
daughter of Leonato .
med’cinable to me . I am sick in displeasure to him ,
and whatsoever comes athwart his affection ranges
evenly with mine . How canst thou cross this
marriage ?
no dishonesty shall appear in me .
[61]ACT 2. SC. 2
how much I am in the favor of Margaret , the
waiting gentlewoman to Hero .
night , appoint her to look out at her lady’s chamber
window .
marriage ?
you to the Prince your brother ; spare not to tell
him that he hath wronged his honor in marrying
the renowned Claudio , whose estimation do you
mightily hold up , to a contaminated stale , such a
one as Hero .
Claudio , to undo Hero , and kill Leonato . Look you
for any other issue ?
anything .
Pedro and the Count 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 honor , who hath made this match , and his
friend’s reputation , who is thus like to be cozened
with the semblance of a maid , that you have discovered
thus . They will scarcely believe 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 bring them to see this the very
night before the intended wedding , for in the meantime
I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be
absent , and there shall appear such seeming truth
[63] ACT 2. SC. 3 of Hero’s disloyalty that jealousy shall be called
assurance and all the preparation overthrown .
put it in practice . Be cunning in the working this ,
and thy fee is a thousand ducats .
cunning shall not shame me .
marriage .
Scene 3
hither to me in the orchard .
and here again .
I do much wonder that one man , seeing how much
another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviors
to love , will , after he hath laughed at such
shallow follies in others , become the argument of
his own scorn by falling in love — and such a man is
Claudio . I have known when there was no music
with him but the drum and the fife , and now had he
rather hear the tabor and the pipe ; I have known
when he would have walked ten mile afoot to see a
good armor , and now will he lie ten nights awake
carving the fashion of a new doublet . He was wont
to speak plain and to the purpose , like an honest
[65] ACT 2. SC. 3 man and a soldier , and now is he turned orthography ;
his words are a very fantastical banquet , just so
many strange dishes . May I be so converted and see
with these eyes ? I cannot tell ; I think not . I will not
be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster ,
but I’ll take my oath on it , till he have made an
oyster of me , he shall never make me such a fool .
One woman is fair , yet I am well ; another is wise , yet
I am well ; another virtuous , yet I am well ; but till all
graces be in one woman , one woman shall not
come in my grace . Rich she shall be , that’s certain ;
wise , or I’ll none ; virtuous , or I’ll never cheapen
her ; fair , or I’ll never look on her ; mild , or come not
near me ; noble , or not I for an angel ; of good
discourse , an excellent musician , and her hair shall
be of what color it please God . Ha ! The Prince and
Monsieur Love ! I will hide me in the arbor .
with music .
As hushed on purpose to grace harmony !
We’ll fit the kid-fox with a pennyworth .
To slander music any more than once .
[67]ACT 2. SC. 3
To put a strange face on his own perfection .
I pray thee , sing , and let me woo no more .
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy , yet he woos ,
Yet will he swear he loves .
Or if thou wilt hold longer argument ,
Do it in notes .
There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting .
Note notes , forsooth , and nothing .
ravished . Is it not strange that sheeps’ guts should
hale souls out of men’s bodies ? Well , a horn for my
money , when all’s done .
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 mo ,
Of dumps so dull and heavy .
The fraud of men was ever so ,
Since summer first was leavy .
[69] ACT 2. SC. 3 Then sigh not so , but let them go ,
And be you blithe and bonny ,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey , nonny nonny .
shift .
have howled thus , they would have hanged him . And
I pray God his bad voice bode no mischief . I had as
lief have heard the night raven , come what plague
could have come after it .
thee get us some excellent music , for tomorrow
night we would have it at the Lady Hero’s chamber
window .
Come hither , Leonato . What was it you told me of
today , that your niece Beatrice was in love with
Signior Benedick ?
fowl sits . — I did never think that lady would have
loved any man .
she should so dote on Signior Benedick , whom she
hath in all outward behaviors seemed ever to
abhor .
corner ?
think of it , but that she loves him with an enraged
affection , it is past the infinite of thought .
[71]ACT 2. SC. 3
of passion came so near the life of passion as
she discovers it .
will bite .
heard my daughter tell you how .
have thought her spirit had been invincible against
all assaults of affection .
against Benedick .
white-bearded fellow speaks it . Knavery cannot ,
sure , hide himself in such reverence .
Hold it up .
Benedick ?
torment .
I ,’ says she , ‘that have so oft encountered him with
scorn , write to him that I love him ?’
write to him , for she’ll be up twenty times a night ,
and there will she sit in her smock till she have writ
a sheet of paper . My daughter tells us all .
a pretty jest your daughter told us of .
over , she found ‘Benedick’ and ‘Beatrice’ between
the sheet ?
[73]ACT 2. SC. 3
railed at herself that she should be so
immodest to write to one that she knew would flout
her . ‘I measure him ,’ says she , ‘by my own spirit ,
for I should flout him if he writ to me , yea , though I
love him , I should .’
sobs , beats her heart , tears her hair , prays , curses :
‘O sweet Benedick , God give me patience !’
the ecstasy hath so much overborne her that my
daughter is sometimes afeared she will do a desperate
outrage to herself . It is very true .
other , if she will not discover it .
and torment the poor lady worse .
She’s an excellent sweet lady , and , out of all suspicion ,
she is virtuous .
so tender a body , we have ten proofs to one that
blood hath the victory . I am sorry for her , as I have
just cause , being her uncle and her guardian .
would have daffed all other respects and made her
half myself . I pray you tell Benedick of it , and hear
what he will say .
she will die if he love her not , and she will die ere
she make her love known , and she will die if he woo
her rather than she will bate one breath of her
accustomed crossness .
[75]ACT 2. SC. 3
her love , ’tis very possible he’ll scorn it , for the man ,
as you know all , hath a contemptible spirit .
wit .
of quarrels you may say he is wise , for either he
avoids them with great discretion or undertakes
them with a most Christianlike fear .
peace . If he break the peace , he ought to enter into
a quarrel with fear and trembling .
howsoever it 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 him of her love ?
with good counsel .
heart out first .
Let it cool the while . I love Benedick well , and I
could wish he would modestly examine himself to
see how much he is unworthy so good a lady .
dote on her upon this , I will never trust my
expectation .
spread for her , and that must your daughter and her
gentlewomen carry . The sport will be when they
[77] ACT 2. SC. 3 hold one an opinion of another’s dotage , and no
such matter . That’s the scene that I would see ,
which will be merely a dumb show . Let us send her
to call him in to dinner .
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 censured . They
say I will bear myself proudly if I perceive the love
come from her . They say , too , that she will rather
die than give any sign of affection . I did never think
to marry . I must not seem proud . Happy are they
that hear their detractions and can put them to
mending . They say the lady is fair ; ’tis a truth , I can
bear them witness . And virtuous ; ’tis so , I cannot
reprove it . And wise , but for loving me ; by my troth ,
it is no addition to her wit , nor no great argument of
her folly , for I will be horribly in love with her ! I
may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of
wit broken on me because I have railed so long
against marriage , but doth not the appetite alter ? A
man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot
endure in his age . Shall quips and sentences and
these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the
career of his humor ? No ! The world must be peopled .
When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not
think I should live till I were married . Here comes
Beatrice . By this day , she’s a fair lady . I do spy some
marks of love in her .
in to dinner .
[79]ACT 2. SC. 3
you take pains to thank me . If it had been painful , I
would not have come .
knife’s point and choke a daw withal . You have no
stomach , signior . Fare you well .
come in to dinner .’ There’s a double meaning in
that . ‘I took no more pains for those 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 .’ If I do not take pity of her , I am a villain ; if I
do not love her , I am a Jew . I will go get her picture .
[83]
ACT 3
Scene 1
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio .
Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard , and our whole discourse
Is all of her . Say that thou overheardst us ,
And bid her steal into the pleachèd bower
Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter , like favorites ,
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 .
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 .
[85] ACT 3. SC. 1 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 . Now begin ,
For look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground , to hear our conference .
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream
And greedily devour the treacherous bait .
So angle we for Beatrice , who even now
Is couchèd in the woodbine coverture .
Fear you not my part of the dialogue .
Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it . —
No , truly , Ursula , she is too disdainful .
I know her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock .
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?
But I persuaded them , if they loved Benedick ,
To wish him wrestle with affection
And never to let Beatrice know of it .
[87] ACT 3. SC. 1 Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?
As much as may be yielded to a man ,
But Nature never framed 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 .
And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love , lest she’ll make sport at it .
How wise , how noble , young , how rarely featured ,
But she would spell him backward . If fair-faced ,
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 .
As Beatrice is cannot be commendable .
But who dare tell her so ? If I should speak ,
[89] ACT 3. SC. 1 She would mock me into air . O , she would laugh
me
Out of myself , press me to death with wit .
Therefore let Benedick , like covered fire ,
Consume away in sighs , waste inwardly .
It were a better death than die with mocks ,
Which is as bad as die with tickling .
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 .
She cannot be so much without true judgment ,
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have , as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick .
Always excepted my dear Claudio .
Speaking my fancy : Signior Benedick ,
For shape , for bearing , argument , and valor ,
Goes foremost in report through Italy .
When are you married , madam ?
[91] ACT 3. SC. 2 I’ll show thee some attires and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me tomorrow .
madam .
Some Cupid kills with arrows , some with traps .
Stand I condemned 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 .
Scene 2
and then go I toward Aragon .
me .
gloss of your marriage as to show a child his new
coat and forbid him to wear 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 all mirth . He
[93] ACT 3. SC. 2 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 heart thinks , his tongue
speaks .
blood in him to be truly touched with love . If he be
sad , he wants money .
that has it .
it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises , as to
be a Dutchman today , a Frenchman tomorrow , or
in the shape of two countries at once , as a German
from the waist downward , all slops , and a Spaniard
from the hip upward , no doublet . Unless he have a
fancy to this foolery , as it appears he hath , he is no
fool for fancy , as you would have it appear he is .
is no believing old signs . He brushes his hat o’
mornings . What should that bode ?
with him , and the old ornament of his cheek hath
already stuffed tennis balls .
[95]ACT 3. SC. 2
loss of a beard .
him out by that ?
love .
what they say of him .
into a lute string and now governed by stops —
conclude , he is in love .
knows him not .
all , dies for him .
Old signior , walk aside with me . I have studied eight
or nine wise words to speak to you , which these
hobby-horses must not hear .
played their parts with Beatrice , and then the two
bears will not bite one another when they meet .
you .
[97]ACT 3. SC. 2
hear , for what I would speak of concerns him .
married tomorrow ?
know .
it .
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 and
labor ill bestowed .
shortened , for she has been too long
a-talking of , the lady is disloyal .
man’s Hero .
wickedness . I could say she were worse . Think you
of a worse title , and I will fit her to it . Wonder not
till further warrant . Go but with me tonight , you
shall see her chamber window entered , even the
night before her wedding day . If you love her then ,
tomorrow wed her . But it would better fit your
honor to change your mind .
not that you know . If you will follow me , I will
[99] ACT 3. SC. 3 show you enough , and when you have seen more
and heard more , proceed accordingly .
marry her , tomorrow in the congregation , where I
should wed , there will I shame her .
join with thee to disgrace her .
my witnesses . Bear it coldly but till midnight , and
let the issue show itself .
say when you have seen the sequel .
Scene 3
with the Watch .
salvation , body and soul .
them if they should have any allegiance in them ,
being chosen for the Prince’s watch .
Dogberry .
man to be constable ?
for they can write and read .
steps forward . God hath blessed you with a good
[101] ACT 3. SC. 3 name . To be a well-favored man is the gift of
fortune , but to write and read comes by nature .
Well , for your favor , sir , why , give God thanks , and
make no boast of it , and for your writing and
reading , let that appear when there is no 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 lantern . This is your charge :
you shall comprehend all vagrom men ; you are to
bid any man stand , in the Prince’s name .
go , and presently call the rest of the watch together
and thank God you are rid of a knave .
none of the Prince’s subjects .
the Prince’s subjects . — You shall also make no
noise in the streets ; for , for the watch to babble and
to talk is most tolerable and not to be endured .
We know what belongs to a watch .
quiet watchman , for I cannot see how sleeping
should offend ; only have a care that your bills be not
stolen . Well , you are to call at all the alehouses and
bid those that are drunk get them to bed .
If they make you not then the better answer , you
may say they are not the men you took them for .
virtue of your office , to be no true man , and for such
[103] ACT 3. SC. 3 kind of men , the less you meddle or make with
them , why , the more is for your honesty .
lay hands on him ?
they that touch pitch will be defiled . The most
peaceable way for you , if you do take a thief , is to
let him show himself what he is and steal out of
your company .
partner .
much more a man who hath any honesty in him .
night , you must call to the nurse and bid her still it .
will not hear us ?
child wake her with crying , for the ewe that will
not hear her lamb when it baas will never answer a
calf when he bleats .
are to present the Prince’s own person . If you
meet the Prince in the night , you may stay him .
knows the statutes , he may stay him — marry , not
without the Prince be willing , for indeed the watch
ought to offend no man , and it is an offense to stay a
man against his will .
there be any matter of weight chances , call up me .
Keep your fellows’ counsels and your own , and
goodnight . — Come , neighbor .
[105]ACT 3. SC. 3
sit here upon the church bench till two , and then all
to bed .
you watch about Signior Leonato’s door , for the
wedding being there tomorrow , there is a great coil
tonight . Adieu , be vigitant , I beseech you .
would a scab follow .
forward with thy tale .
for it drizzles rain , and I will , like a true
drunkard , utter all to thee .
close .
John a thousand ducats .
dear ?
any villainy should be so rich . For when rich
villains have need of poor ones , poor ones may
make what price they will .
knowest that the fashion of a doublet , or a hat , or a
cloak , is nothing to a man .
[107]ACT 3. SC. 3
But seest thou not what a deformed thief this
fashion is ?
has been a vile thief this seven year . He goes up and
down like a gentleman . I remember his name .
this fashion is , how giddily he turns about all the
hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty ,
sometimes fashioning them like Pharaoh’s soldiers
in the reechy painting , sometimes like god Bel’s
priests in the old church window , sometimes like
the shaven Hercules in the smirched worm-eaten
tapestry , where his codpiece seems as massy as his
club ?
out more apparel than the man . But art not thou
thyself giddy with the fashion too , that thou hast
shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the
fashion ?
wooed Margaret , the Lady Hero’s gentlewoman ,
by the name of Hero . She leans me out at
her mistress’ chamber window , bids me a thousand
times goodnight . I tell this tale vilely . I should first
tell thee how the Prince , Claudio , and my master ,
planted and placed and possessed by my master
Don John , saw afar off in the orchard this amiable
amiable encounter .
[109] ACT 3. SC. 3 but the devil my master knew she was Margaret ;
and partly by his oaths , which first possessed them ,
partly by the dark night , which did deceive them ,
but chiefly by my villainy , which did confirm any
slander that Don John had made , away went Claudio
enraged , swore he would meet her as he was
appointed next morning at the temple , and there ,
before the whole congregation , shame her with
what he saw o’ernight and send her home again
without a husband .
stand !
Watchman exits . We have here recovered the most
dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in
the commonwealth .
know him ; he wears a lock .
Deformed forth , I warrant you .
speak , we charge you , let us obey you to go with us .
commodity , being taken up of these men’s bills .
Come , we’ll obey you .
[111]ACT 3. SC. 4
Scene 4
desire her to rise .
better .
your cousin will say so .
wear none but this .
hair were a thought browner ; and your gown’s a
most rare fashion , i’ faith . I saw the Duchess of
Milan’s gown that they praise so .
of yours — cloth o’ gold , and cuts , and laced with
silver , set with pearls , down sleeves , side sleeves ,
and skirts round underborne with a bluish tinsel .
But for a fine , quaint , graceful , and excellent fashion ,
yours is worth ten on ’t .
exceeding heavy .
man .
not marriage honorable in a beggar ? Is not your
lord honorable without marriage ? I think you
would have me say ‘Saving your reverence , a husband .’
An bad thinking do not wrest true speaking ,
[113] ACT 3. SC. 4 I’ll offend nobody . Is there any harm in ‘the heavier
for a husband’ ? None , I think , an it be the right
husband and the right wife . Otherwise , ’tis light and
not heavy . Ask my lady Beatrice else . Here she
comes .
without a burden . Do you sing it , and I’ll dance it .
your husband have stables enough , you’ll see he
shall lack no barns .
with my heels .
you were ready . By my troth , I am exceeding ill .
Heigh-ho !
more sailing by the star .
heart’s desire .
excellent perfume .
of cold .
have you professed apprehension ?
[115]ACT 3. SC. 4
become me rarely ?
your cap . By my troth , I am sick .
and lay it to your heart . It is the only thing for
a qualm .
moral in this benedictus ?
meaning ; I meant plain holy thistle . You may think
perchance that I think you are 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
you are in love or that you will be in love or that you
can be in love . Yet Benedick was such another , and
now is he become a man . He swore he would never
marry , and yet now , in despite of his heart , he eats
his meat without grudging . And how you may be
converted I know not , but methinks you look with
your eyes as other women do .
Signior Benedick , Don John , and all the gallants of
the town are come to fetch you to church .
Ursula .
[117]ACT 3. SC. 5
Scene 5
Verges , the Headborough .
with you that decerns you nearly .
with me .
matter . An old man , sir , and his wits are not so blunt
as , God help , I would desire they were , but , in faith ,
honest as the skin between his brows .
living that is an old man and no honester than I .
Verges .
are the poor duke’s officers . But truly , for mine
own part , if I were as tedious as a king , I could find
in my heart to bestow it all of your Worship .
than ’tis , for I hear as 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 .
Worship’s presence , ha’ ta’en a couple of as arrant
knaves as any in Messina .
[119] ACT 3. SC. 5 they say , ‘When the age is in , the wit is out .’ God
help us , it is a world to see ! — Well said , i’ faith ,
neighbor Verges . — Well , God’s a good man . An two
men ride of a horse , one must ride behind . An
honest soul , i’ faith , sir , by my troth he is , as ever
broke bread , but God is to be worshiped , all men
are not alike , alas , good neighbor .
comprehended two aspicious persons , and we
would have them this morning examined before
your Worship .
me . I am now in great haste , as it may appear unto
you .
daughter to her husband .
Seacoal . Bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the
jail . We are now to examination these men .
Here’s that shall drive some of them to a noncome .
Only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication
and meet me at the jail .
[123]
ACT 4
Scene 1
Claudio , Benedick , Hero , and Beatrice , with
Attendants .
plain form of marriage , and you shall recount their
particular duties afterwards .
this lady ?
marry her .
count ?
why you should not be conjoined , I charge you on
your souls to utter it .
What men daily do , not knowing what they do !
be of laughing , as ah , ha , he !
[125]ACT 4. SC. 1
Will you with free and unconstrainèd soul
Give me this maid , your daughter ?
May counterpoise this rich and precious gift ?
There , Leonato , take her back again .
Give not this rotten orange to your friend .
She’s but the sign and semblance of her honor .
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 .
Not to knit my soul to an approvèd wanton .
Have vanquished the resistance of her youth ,
And made defeat of her virginity —
You will say she did embrace me as a husband ,
[127] ACT 4. SC. 1 And so extenuate the forehand sin .
No , Leonato ,
I never tempted her with word too large ,
But , as a brother to his sister , showed
Bashful sincerity and comely love .
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 pampered animals
That rage in savage sensuality .
speak ?
I stand dishonored that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale .
Is this the Prince ? Is this the Prince’s brother ?
Is this face Hero’s ? Are our eyes our own ?
[129] ACT 4. SC. 1 And by that fatherly and kindly power
That you have in her , bid her answer truly .
What kind of catechizing call you this ?
With any just reproach ?
Hero itself can blot out Hero’s virtue .
What man was he talked with you yesternight
Out at your window betwixt twelve and one ?
Now , if you are a maid , answer to this .
I am sorry you must hear . Upon mine honor ,
Myself , my brother , and this grievèd 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 ,
Confessed the vile encounters they have had
A thousand times in secret .
Not to be spoke of !
There is not chastity enough in language ,
Without offense , to utter them . — Thus , pretty lady ,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment .
[131] ACT 4. SC. 1 If half thy outward graces had been placed
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 .
Smother her spirits up .
Hero , why Hero ! Uncle ! Signior Benedick ! Friar !
Death is the fairest cover for her shame
That may be wished for .
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 ,
[133] ACT 4. SC. 1 Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames ,
Myself would , on the rearward of reproaches ,
Strike at thy life . Grieved I I had but one ?
Chid 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 , smirchèd thus , and mired with infamy ,
I might have said ‘No part of it is mine ;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins’ ?
But mine , and mine I loved , and mine I praised ,
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 !
For my part , I am so attired in wonder
I know not what to say .
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow .
Which was before barred up with ribs of iron !
Would the two princes lie and Claudio lie ,
Who loved her so that , speaking of her foulness ,
Washed it with tears ? Hence from her . Let her die !
[135] ACT 4. SC. 1 For I have only silent been so long ,
And given way unto this course of fortune ,
By noting of the lady . I have marked
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 appeared a fire
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth . Call me a fool ,
Trust not my reading nor my observations ,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenor of my book ; trust not my age ,
My reverence , calling , nor divinity ,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error .
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 ?
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 conversed
At hours unmeet , or that I yesternight
Maintained the change of words with any creature ,
Refuse me , hate me , torture me to death !
[137] ACT 4. SC. 1 And if their wisdoms be misled in this ,
The practice of it lives in John the Bastard ,
Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies .
These hands shall tear her . If they wrong her honor ,
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 , awaked 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 .
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 .
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 maintained ,
Upon the instant that she was accused ,
Shall be lamented , pitied , and excused
Of every hearer . For it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
[139] ACT 4. SC. 1 Whiles we enjoy it , but being lacked 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 appareled in more precious habit ,
More moving , delicate , and full of life ,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul ,
Than when she lived indeed . Then shall he mourn ,
If ever love had interest in his liver ,
And wish he had not so accused her ,
No , though he 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 leveled 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 .
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio ,
Yet , by mine honor , I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body .
The smallest twine may lead me .
[141] ACT 4. SC. 1 For to strange sores strangely they strain the
cure . —
Come , lady , die to live . This wedding day
Perhaps is but prolonged . Have patience and
endure .
wronged .
that would right her !
you . Is not that strange ?
possible for 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 am sorry for my
cousin .
make him eat it that says I love not you .
protest I love thee .
about to protest I loved you .
[143]ACT 4. SC. 1
none is left to protest .
love in you . Nay , I pray you let me go .
fight with mine enemy .
that hath slandered , scorned , dishonored my kinswoman ?
O , that I were a man ! What , bear her in
hand until they come to take hands , and then , with
public accusation , uncovered slander , unmitigated
rancor — O God , that I were a man ! I would eat his
heart in the marketplace .
saying .
she is undone .
a goodly count , Count Comfect , a sweet
gallant , surely ! O , that I were a man for his sake ! Or
that I had any friend would be a man for my sake !
But manhood is melted into curtsies , valor into
[145] ACT 4. SC. 2 compliment , and men are only turned into tongue ,
and trim ones , too . He is now as valiant as Hercules
that only tells a lie and swears it . I cannot be a man
with wishing ; therefore I will die a woman with
grieving .
thee .
swearing by it .
hath wronged Hero ?
him . I will kiss your hand , and so I leave you . By
this hand , Claudio shall render me a dear account .
As you hear of me , so think of me . Go comfort your
cousin . I must say she is dead , and so farewell .
Scene 2
Town Clerk , or Sexton , in gowns , with the Watch ,
Conrade , and Borachio .
examine .
examined ? Let them come before Master
Constable .
[147]ACT 4. SC. 2
What is your name , friend ?
sirrah ?
Conrade .
Masters , do you serve God ?
God ; and write God first , 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 .
How answer you for yourselves ?
but I will go about with him . — Come you hither ,
sirrah , a word in your ear . Sir , I say to you it is
thought you are false knaves .
both in a tale . Have you writ down that they are
none ?
examine . You must call forth the watch that are
their accusers .
the watch come forth . Masters , I charge you in the
Prince’s name , accuse these men .
Prince’s brother , was a villain .
this is flat perjury , to call a prince’s brother villain !
[149]ACT 4. SC. 2
look , I promise thee .
ducats of Don John for accusing the Lady Hero
wrongfully .
upon his words , to disgrace Hero before the whole
assembly , and not marry her .
into everlasting redemption for this !
Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away .
Hero was in this manner accused , in this very
manner refused , 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 .
him write down the Prince’s officer ‘coxcomb .’
Come , bind them . — Thou naughty varlet !
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
[151] ACT 4. SC. 2 art full of piety , as shall be proved upon thee by
good witness . I am a wise fellow and , which is more ,
an officer and , which is more , a householder and ,
which is more , as pretty a piece of flesh as any 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 , and one that hath two gowns and everything
handsome about him . — Bring him away . — O , that I
had been writ down an ass !
[155]
ACT 5
Scene 1
And ’tis not wisdom thus to second grief
Against yourself .
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 loved his child ,
Whose joy of her is overwhelmed like mine ,
And bid him speak 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
[157] ACT 5. SC. 1 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 med’cine 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 .
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 .
Make those that do offend you suffer too .
My soul doth tell me Hero is belied ,
And that shall Claudio know ; so shall the Prince
And all of them that thus dishonor her .
[159]ACT 5. SC. 1
Leonato .
Are you so hasty now ? Well , all is one .
Some of us would lie low .
Nay , never lay thy hand upon thy sword .
I fear thee not .
If it should give your age such cause of fear .
In faith , my hand meant nothing to my sword .
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 wronged mine innocent child and me
That I am forced to lay my reverence by ,
And with gray 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 lies buried with her ancestors ,
O , in a tomb where never scandal slept ,
Save this of hers , framed by thy villainy .
[161]ACT 5. SC. 1
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 .
If thou kill’st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man .
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 .
And she is dead , slandered 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 !
And what they weigh , even to the utmost scruple —
Scambling , outfacing , fashionmonging boys ,
That lie and cog and flout , deprave and slander ,
Go anticly and show outward hideousness ,
[163] ACT 5. SC. 1 And speak off half a dozen dang’rous words
How they might hurt their enemies , if they durst ,
And this is all .
Do not you meddle . Let me deal in this .
My heart is sorry for your daughter’s death ,
But , on my honor , she was charged with nothing
But what was true and very full of proof .
part almost a fray .
snapped off with two old men without teeth .
Had we fought , I doubt we should have been too
young for them .
came to seek you both .
we are high-proof melancholy and would fain have
it beaten away . Wilt thou use thy wit ?
[165]ACT 5. SC. 1
been beside their wit . I will bid thee draw , as we do
the minstrels : draw to pleasure us .
thou sick , or angry ?
though care killed a cat ? Thou hast mettle enough
in thee to kill care .
you charge it against me . I pray you , choose another
subject .
This last was broke ’cross .
think he be angry indeed .
not . I will make it good how you dare , with what you
dare , and when you dare . Do me right , or I will
protest your cowardice . You have killed a sweet
lady , and her death shall fall heavy on you . Let me
hear from you .
cheer .
calf’s head and a capon , the which if I do not carve
most curiously , say my knife’s naught . Shall I not
find a woodcock too ?
other day . I said thou hadst a fine wit . ‘True ,’ said
[167] ACT 5. SC. 1 she , ‘a fine little one .’ ‘No ,’ said I , ‘a great wit .’
‘Right ,’ says she , ‘a great 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 to me on Monday night which he
forswore on Tuesday morning ; there’s a 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 .
cared not .
did not hate him deadly , she would love him
dearly . The old man’s daughter told us all .
he was hid in the garden .
on the sensible Benedick’s head ?
the married man’ ?
will leave you now to your gossip-like humor . You
break jests as braggarts 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 killed a sweet and
innocent lady . For my Lord Lackbeard there , he and
I shall meet , and till then peace be with him .
you , for the love of Beatrice .
[169]ACT 5. SC. 1
doublet and hose and leaves off his wit !
a doctor to such a man .
and be sad . Did he not say my brother was fled ?
with Conrade and Borachio .
she shall ne’er weigh more reasons in her balance .
Nay , an you be a cursing hypocrite once , you must
be looked to .
Borachio one !
report ; moreover , they have spoken untruths ;
secondarily , they are slanders ; sixth and lastly , they
have belied a lady ; thirdly , they have verified unjust
things ; and , to conclude , they are lying knaves .
ask thee what’s their offense ; sixth and lastly , why
they are committed ; and , to conclude , what you lay
to their charge .
and , by my troth , there’s one meaning well suited .
masters , that you are thus bound to your
answer ? This learned constable is too cunning to be
understood . What’s your offense ?
answer . Do you hear me , and let this count kill me .
[171] ACT 5. SC. 1 I have deceived even your very eyes . What your
wisdoms could not discover , these shallow fools
have brought to light , who in the night overheard
me confessing to this man how Don John your
brother incensed me to slander the Lady Hero , how
you were brought into the orchard and saw me
court Margaret in Hero’s garments , how you disgraced
her when you should marry her . My villainy
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 .
it .
And fled he is upon this villainy .
In the rare semblance that I loved it first .
time our sexton hath reformed Signior Leonato of
the matter . And , masters , do not forget to specify ,
when time and place shall serve , that I am an ass .
and the Sexton too .
[173]ACT 5. SC. 1
That , when I note another man like him ,
I may avoid him . Which of these is he ?
Mine innocent child ?
Here stand a pair of honorable 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 .
Yet I must speak . Choose your revenge yourself .
Impose me to what penance your invention
Can lay upon my sin . Yet sinned I not
But in mistaking .
And yet to satisfy this good old man
I would bend under any heavy weight
That he’ll enjoin me to .
That were impossible — but , I pray you both ,
Possess the people in Messina here
How innocent she died . And if your love
Can labor aught in sad invention ,
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb
And sing it to her bones . Sing it tonight .
Tomorrow morning come you to my house ,
[175] ACT 5. SC. 1 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 .
Your overkindness doth wring tears from me .
I do embrace your offer and dispose
For henceforth of poor Claudio .
Tonight I take my leave . This naughty man
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret ,
Who I believe was packed in all this wrong ,
Hired to it by your brother .
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 .
not under white and black , this plaintiff here , the
offender , did call me ass . I beseech you , let it be
remembered in his punishment . And also the watch
heard them talk of one Deformed . They say he
wears a key in his ear and a lock hanging by it and
borrows money in God’s name , the which he hath
used so long and never paid that now men grow
hardhearted and will lend nothing for God’s sake .
Pray you , examine him upon that point .
and reverent youth , and I praise God for you .
[177]ACT 5. SC. 2
thank thee .
which I beseech your Worship to correct
yourself , for the example of others . God keep your
Worship ! I wish your Worship well . God restore you
to health . I humbly give you leave to depart , and if a
merry meeting may be wished , God prohibit it . —
Come , neighbor .
Margaret ,
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow .
Scene 2
well at my hands by helping me to the speech of
Beatrice .
of my beauty ?
living shall come over it , for in most comely truth
thou deservest it .
always keep below stairs ?
[179]ACT 5. SC. 2
mouth ; it catches .
which hit but hurt not .
a woman . And so , I pray thee , call Beatrice . I give
thee the bucklers .
own .
the pikes with a vice , and they are dangerous
weapons for maids .
think hath legs .
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 full of these quondam carpetmongers ,
whose names yet run smoothly in the even
road of a blank verse , why , they were never so truly
turned over and over as my poor self in love . Marry ,
I cannot show it in rhyme . I have tried . I can find out
no rhyme to ‘lady’ but ‘baby’ — an innocent
rhyme ; for ‘scorn ,’ ‘horn’ — a hard rhyme ; for
‘school ,’ ‘fool’ — a babbling rhyme ; very ominous
endings . No , I was not born under a rhyming
planet , nor I cannot woo in festival terms .
Sweet Beatrice , wouldst thou come when I called
thee ?
[181]ACT 5. SC. 2
yet , ere I go , let me go with that I came , which is ,
with knowing what hath passed between you and
Claudio .
thee .
but foul breath , and foul breath is noisome . Therefore
I will depart unkissed .
sense , so forcible is thy wit . But I must tell thee
plainly , Claudio undergoes my challenge , and either
I must shortly hear from him , or I will subscribe
him a coward . And I pray thee now tell me , for
which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love
with me ?
politic a state of evil that they will not admit any
good part to intermingle with them . But for which
of my good parts did you first suffer love for me ?
indeed , for I love thee against my will .
heart , if you spite it for my sake , I will spite it for
yours , for I will never love that which my friend
hates .
one wise man among twenty that will praise
himself .
in the time of good neighbors . If a man do not erect
in this age his own tomb ere he dies , he shall live no
longer in monument than the bell rings and the
widow weeps .
[183]ACT 5. SC. 3
quarter in rheum . Therefore is it most expedient for
the wise , if Don Worm , his conscience , find no
impediment to the contrary , to be the trumpet of
his own virtues , as I am to myself . So much for
praising myself , who , I myself will bear witness , is
praiseworthy . And now tell me , how doth your
cousin ?
leave you too , for here comes one in haste .
old coil at home . It is proved my Lady Hero
hath been falsely accused , the Prince and Claudio
mightily abused , and Don John is the author of all ,
who is fled and gone . Will you come presently ?
buried in thy eyes — and , moreover , I will go with
thee to thy uncle’s .
Scene 3
tapers , and Musicians .
[185]ACT 5. SC. 3
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 ,
Praising her when I am dumb .
Now music , sound , and sing your solemn hymn .
Song
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 utterèd ,
Heavily , heavily .
Yearly will I do this rite .
The wolves have preyed , and look , the gentle day
Before the wheels of Phoebus , round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray .
Thanks to you all , and leave us . Fare you well .
[187]ACT 5. SC. 4
And then to Leonato’s we will go .
Than this for whom we rendered up this woe .
Scene 4
Leonato’s brother , Friar , Hero .
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 .
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it .
Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves ,
And when I send for you , come hither masked .
The Prince and Claudio promised 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 .
[189]ACT 5. SC. 4
Signior Leonato , truth it is , good signior ,
Your niece regards me with an eye of favor .
From Claudio , and the Prince . But what’s your will ?
But for my will , my will is your goodwill
May stand with ours , this day to be conjoined
In the state of honorable marriage —
In which , good friar , I shall desire your help .
Here comes the Prince and Claudio .
We here attend you . Are you yet determined
Today to marry with my brother’s daughter ?
[191]ACT 5. SC. 4
That you have such a February face ,
So full of frost , of storm , and cloudiness ?
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 .
And some such strange bull leapt your father’s cow
And got a calf in that same noble feat
Much like to you , for you have just his bleat .
Ursula , the ladies masked .
Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
Before this friar and swear to marry her .
I am your husband , if you like of me .
[193]ACT 5. SC. 4
And when you loved , you were my other husband .
One Hero died defiled , but I do live ,
And surely as I live , I am a maid .
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 .
Have been deceived . They swore you did .
Are much deceived , for they did swear you did .
[195]ACT 5. SC. 4
For here’s a paper written in his hand ,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain ,
Fashioned to Beatrice .
Writ in my cousin’s hand , stol’n from her pocket ,
Containing her affection unto Benedick .
our hearts . Come , I will have thee , but by this light
I take thee for pity .
yield upon great persuasion , and partly to save your
life , for I was told you were in a consumption .
wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor .
Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram ?
No . If a man will be beaten with brains , he 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
[197] ACT 5. SC. 4 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 unbruised , and love my cousin .
Beatrice , that I might have cudgeled 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 .
dance ere we are married , that we may lighten our
own hearts and our wives’ heels .
Prince , thou art sad . Get thee a wife , get thee a wife .
There is no staff more reverend than one tipped
with horn .
And brought with armed men back to Messina .
I’ll devise thee brave punishments for him . — Strike
up , pipers !
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