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Balth. O good my lord, tax not fo bad a voice
To flander mufick any more than once.

Pedro. It is the witnefs ftill of excellency,
To put a ftrange face on his own perfection;
I pray thee, fing; and let me woo no more.
Balth. Becaufe you talk of wooing, I will fing;
Since many a wooer doth commence his fuit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes;
Yet will he fwear, 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, thefe are very crotchets that he speaks, Note, notes, forfooth, and noting.

Bene. Now, divine air; now is his foul ravifh'd! is it not ftrange, that fheep's guts fhould hale fouls out of mens bodies? well, a horn for my money, when all's done.

The SON G.

Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, figh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in fea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never:
Then figh not fo, but let them go,
And be you blith and bonny;
Converting all your founds of woe
Into hey nony, nony.

Sing no more ditties, fing no mo,
Of dumps fo dull and heavy;
The frauds of men were ever fo,
Since fummer was first leafy :

Then figh not fo, &c.

Pedro. By my troth, a good fong.
Balth. And an ill finger, my lord.

Pedro. Ha, no; no, faith; thou fing'ft well enough

for a fhift.

Bene.

Bene. If he had been a dog, that fhould have howl'd thus, they would have hang'd him; and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no mifchief: I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.

Pedro. Yea, marry, doft thou hear, Balthazar ? I pray thee, get us fome excellent mufick; for to-morrow night we would have it at the lady Hero's chamberwindow.

Balth. The best I can, my lord.

[Exit Balthazar. Pedro. Do fo: farewel. 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

ftalk on, ftalk on, the fowl fits." I did never think, that lady would have loved any man.

Leon. No, nor I neither; but moft wonderful, that she should fo doat on Signior Benedick, whom the hath in all outward behaviours feem'd ever to abhor.

Bene. Is't poffible, fits the wind in that corner? [Afide. Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it; but that the loves him with an inraged 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 of paffion came fo near the life of paffion, as fhe difcovers it.

Pedro. Why, what effects of paffion fhews the?

Claud. Bait the hook well, this fifh will bite. [Afide. Leon: What effects, my lord? fhe will fit you, you heard my daughter tell you how.

Claud. She did, indeed.

Pedro. How, how, I pray you? you amaze me: I would have thought, her fpirit had been invincible against all affaults of affection.

Leon. I would have fworn, it had, my lord; efpecially againt Benedick.

Bene. [Afide.] I fhould think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow fpeaks it; knavery cannot, fure, hide himself in fuch reverence.

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Claud. He hath ta'en th' infection, hold it up. [Afide. Pedro. Hath fhe made her affection known to Benedick? Leon. No, and fwears fhe never will; that's her torment. Claud. 'Tis true, indeed, fo your daughter fays: fhall I, fays fhe, that have fo oft encounter'd him with fcorn, write to him that I love him?

Leon. This fays fhe now, when fhe is beginning to write to him; for fhe'll be up twenty times a night, and there will fhe fit in her fmock, 'till fhe have writ a fheet of paper; my daughter tells us all.

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jet your daughter told us of.

Leon. O,-when the had writ it, and was reading it over, the found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet. Claud. That,

Leon. (11) O, fhe tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; rail'd at herself, that she should be fo immodeft, to write to one that, the knew, wou'd flout her: I meafure him, fays fhe, by my own spirit, for I fhould flout him if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should. Claud. Then down her knees the falls, weeps,. fobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curfes; O fweet Benedick! God give me patience!

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Leon. She doth, indeed, my daughter fays fo; and the ecftafy hath so much overborn her, that my daughter is fometime afraid, fhe will do defperate outrage to herself; it is very true.

Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it by fome other, if she will not discover it.

Claud. To what end? he would but make a sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.

Pedro. If he should, it were an Alms to hang him ;

(11) 0, fhe tore the letter into a thousand half-pence;] i. e. into a thousand pieces of the fame bignefs. This is farther explain'd by a paffage in As you Like it;

-There were none principal; they were all like one another as half-pence are.

In both places the poet alludes to the old filver penny which had a creafe running cross-wife over it, fo that it might be broke into two or four equal pieces, half-pence, or faithings.

fhe's

fhe's an excellent fweet lady, and (out of all fufpicion) fhe is virtuous.

Claud. And the is exceeding wife.

Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick.

Leon. O my lord, wifdom and blood combating in fo tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory; I am forry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

Pedro. I would, she had bestow'd this dotage on me; I would have dafft all other refpects, and made her half myfelf; I pray you, tell Benedick of it; and hear what he will fav.

Leon. Were it good, think you ?

Claud. Hero thinks, furely fhe will die; for fhe fays, fhe will die if he love her not, and fhe will die ere fhe make her love known; and fhe will die if he woo her, rather than fhe will bate one breath of her accuftom'd crofsnefs.

Pedro. She doth well; if fhe fhould make tender of her love, 'tis very poffible, he'll fcorn 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. 'Fore God, and, in my mind, very wife. Pedro. He doth, indeed, fhew fome fparks that are like wit.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

Pedro. As Hector, I affure you; and in the managing of quarrels you may fay he is wife; for either he avoids them with great difcretion, or undertakes them with a chriftian-like fear.

Leon. If he do fear God, he must neceffarily keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

Pedro. And fo will he do, for the man doth fear God, howfoever it seems not in him, by fome large jests, he will make. Well, I am forry for your Niece: fhall we go feek Benedick, and tell him of her love?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out with good counfel.

Leon.

Leon. Nay, that's impoffible, the may wear her heart out first.

Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well; and I could wish he would modeftly examine himself to fee how much he is unworthy to have fo good a lady. Leon. My Lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never truft my expectation. [Afide.

Pedro. Let there be the fame net spread for her, and that muft your daughter and her gentlewoman carry ; the fport will be, when they hold an opinion of one another's dotage, and no fuch matter; that's the Scene that I would fee, which will be merely a Dumb Show; let us fend her to call him to dinner. [Afide.] [Exeunt.

Benedick advances from the Arbour.

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Bene. This can be no trick, the conference was fadly born; they have the truth of this from Hero; they feem to pity the lady; it feems, her affections have the full bent. Love me! why, it must be requited: I hear, how I am cenfur'd; they fay, I will bear myfelf proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they fay too, that fhe will rather die than give any fign of affection.I did never think to marry I must not feem proud happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending: they fay the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witnefs: and virtuous; --'tis fo, I cannot reprove it: and wife, but for loving 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 to have fome odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd fo long againft marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quipps and fentences, and thefe paper-bullets of the brain, awe a an from the carcer of his humour? no: the world muft be peopled. When I faid, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I fhould live 'till I were marry'd. Here

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