Bene.
That a woman conceiued me, I thanke her: that she brought mee vp, I likewise giue her most humble thankes: but that I will haue a rechate winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an inuisible baldricke, all women shall pardon me: because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will doe my selfe the right to trust none: and the fine is, (for the which I may goe the finer) I will liue a Batchellor.
Pedro.
I shall see thee ere I die, looke pale with loue.
Bene.
With anger, with sicknesse, or with hunger, my Lord, not with loue: proue that euer I loose more blood with loue, then I will get againe with drinking, picke out mine eyes with a Ballet-makers penne, and hang me vp at the doore of a brothel-house for the signe of blinde Cupid.
Pedro.
Well, if euer thou doost fall from this faith, thou wilt proue a notable argument.
Bene.
If I do, hang me in a bottle like a Cat, & shoot at me, and he that hit's me, let him be clapt on the shoulder, and cal'd Adam.
Pedro.
Well, as time shall trie: In time the sauage Bull doth beare the yoake.
Bene.
The sauage bull may, but if euer the sensible Benedicke beare it, plucke off the bulles hornes, and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildely painted, and in such great Letters as they write, heere is good horse to hire: let them signifie vnder my signe, here you may see Benedicke the married man.
Clau.
If this should euer happen, thou wouldst bee horne mad.
Pedro.
Nay, if Cupid haue not spent all his Quiuer in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.
Bene.
I looke for an earthquake too then.
Pedro.
Well, you will temporize with the houres, in the meane time, good Signior Benedicke, repaire to Leonatoes, commend me to him, and tell him I will not faile him at supper, for indeede he hath made great preparation.
Bene.
I haue almost matter enough in me for such an Embassage, and so I commit you.
Clau.
To the tuition of God. From my house, if I had it.
Pedro.
The sixt of Iuly. Your louing friend, Benedick.
Bene.
Nay mocke not, mocke not; the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guardes are but slightly basted on neither, ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conscience, and so I leaue you. Exit.
Clau.
My Liege, your Highnesse now may doe mee good.
Pedro.
My loue is thine to teach, teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learne
Any hard Lesson that may do thee good.
Clau.
Hath Leonato any sonne my Lord?
Pedro.
No childe but Hero, she's his onely heire.
Dost thou affect her Claudio?
Clau.
O my Lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd vpon her with a souldiers eie,
That lik'd, but had a rougher taske in hand,
Than to driue liking to the name of loue:
But now I am return'd, and that warre-thoughts
Haue left their places vacant: in their roomes,
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting mee how faire yong Hero is,
Saying I lik'd her ere I went to warres.
Pedro.
Thou wilt be like a louer presently,
And tire the hearer with a booke of words:
If thou dost loue faire Hero, cherish it,
And I will breake with her: wast not to this end,
That thou beganst to twist so fine a story?
Clau.
How sweetly doe you minister to loue,
That know loues griefe by his complexion!
But lest my liking might too sodaine seeme,
I would haue salu'd it with a longer treatise.
Ped.
What need the bridge much broder then the flood?
The fairest graunt is the necessitie:
Looke what will serue, is fit: 'tis once, thou louest,
And I will fit thee with the remedie,
I know we shall haue reuelling to night,
I will assume thy part in some disguise,
And tell faire Hero I am Claudio,
And in her bosome Ile vnclaspe my heart,
And take her hearing prisoner with the force
And strong incounter of my amorous tale:
Then after, to her father will I breake,
And the conclusion is, shee shall be thine,
In practise let vs put it presently. Exeunt.
Enter Leonato and an old man, brother to Leonato.
How now brother, where is my cosen your son: hath he prouided this musicke?
Old.
He is very busie about it, but brother, I can tell you newes that you yet dreamt not of.
Lo.
Are they good?
Old.
As the euents stamps them, but they haue a good couer: they shew well outward, the Prince and Count Claudio walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard, were thus ouer-heard by a man of mine: the Prince discouered to Claudio that hee loued my niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance, and if hee found her accordant, hee meant to take the present time by the top, and instantly breake with you of it.
Leo.
Hath the fellow any wit that told you this?
Old.
A good sharpe fellow, I will send for him, and question him your selfe.
Leo.
No, no; wee will hold it as a dreame, till it appeare it selfe: but I will acquaint my daughter withall, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if peraduenture this bee true: goe you and tell her of it: coosins, you know what you haue to doe, O I crie you mercie friend, goe you with mee and I will vse your skill, good cosin haue a care this busie time. Exeunt.
Enter Sir Iohn the Bastard, and Conrade his companion.
Con.
What the good yeere my Lord, why are you thus out of measure sad?
Ioh.
There is no measure in the occasion that breeds, therefore the sadnesse is without limit.
Con.
You should heare reason.
Iohn.
And when I haue heard it, what blessing bringeth it?
Con.
If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.
Ioh.
I wonder that thou (being as thou saist thou art, borne vnder Saturne) goest about to apply a morall medicine, to a mortifying mischiefe: I cannot hide what I am: I must bee sad when I haue cause, and smile at no mans iests, eat when I haue stomacke, and wait for no mans leisure: sleepe when I am drowsie, and tend on no mans businesse, laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humor.
Con.
Yea, but you must not make the ful show of this, till you may doe it without controllment, you haue of
