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Act I, Scene 1
1Before Leonato’s House.
2Enter Leonato, Hero, and Beatrice, with a Messenger.
3LeonatoI learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
4MessengerHe is very near by this: he was not three leagues off when I left him.
5LeonatoHow many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
6MessengerBut few of any sort, and none of name.
7LeonatoA victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio.
8MessengerMuch deserved on his part and equally 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.
9LeonatoHe hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.
10MessengerI have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness.
11LeonatoDid he break out into tears?
12MessengerIn great measure.
13LeonatoA kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
14BeatriceI pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from the wars or no?
15MessengerI know none of that name, lady: there was none such in the army of any sort.
16LeonatoWhat is he that you ask for, niece?
17HeroMy cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.
18MessengerO, he’s returned; and as pleasant as ever he was.
19BeatriceHe set up his bills here in Messina and 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.
20LeonatoFaith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; but he’ll be meet with you, I doubt it not.
21MessengerHe hath done good service, lady, in these wars.
22BeatriceYou had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it: he is a very valiant trencherman; he hath an excellent stomach.
23MessengerAnd a good soldier too, lady.
24BeatriceAnd a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord?
25MessengerA lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
26BeatriceIt is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed man: but for the stuffing—well, we are all mortal.
27LeonatoYou must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her: they never meet but there’s a skirmish of wit between them.
28BeatriceAlas! he gets nothing by that. In our last 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.
29MessengerIs’t possible?
30BeatriceVery easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
31MessengerI see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
32BeatriceNo; an he were, I would burn my study. But, I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil?
33MessengerHe is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.
34BeatriceO Lord, he will hang upon him like a 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 a’ be cured.
35MessengerI will hold friends with you, lady.
36BeatriceDo, good friend.
37LeonatoYou will never run mad, niece.
38BeatriceNo, not till a hot January.
39MessengerDon Pedro is approached.
40Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Claudio, Benedick, and Balthasar.
41Don PedroGood Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
42LeonatoNever came trouble to my house in the likeness of your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
43Don PedroYou embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is your daughter.
44LeonatoHer mother hath many times told me so.
45BenedickWere you in doubt, sir, that you asked her?
46LeonatoSignior Benedick, no; for then were you a child.
47Don PedroYou have it full, Benedick: we may guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, the lady fathers herself. Be happy, lady; for you are like an honourable father.
48BenedickIf Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she is.
49BeatriceI wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.
50BenedickWhat, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
51BeatriceIs it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.
52BenedickThen is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain 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.
53BeatriceA dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
54BenedickGod keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall ’scape a predestinate scratched face.
55BeatriceScratching could not make it worse, an ’twere such a face as yours were.
56BenedickWell, you are a rare parrot-teacher.
57BeatriceA bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
58BenedickI would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i’ God’s name; I have done.
59BeatriceYou always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.
60Don PedroThat is the sum of all, Leonato. Signior 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 heartly prays some occasion may detain us longer. I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.
61LeonatoIf you swear, my lord, you shall not be forsworn. To Don John. Let me bid you welcome, my lord: being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe you all duty.
62Don JohnI thank you: I am not of many words, but I thank you.
63LeonatoPlease it your grace lead on?
64Don PedroYour hand, Leonato; we will go together. Exeunt all except Benedick and Claudio.
65ClaudioBenedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?
66BenedickI noted her not; but I looked on her.
67ClaudioIs she not a modest young lady?
68BenedickDo you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgment; or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex?
69ClaudioNo; I pray thee speak in sober judgment.
70BenedickWhy, i’ faith, methinks she’s too low for a 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.
71ClaudioThou thinkest I am in sport: I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her.
72BenedickWould you buy her, that you inquire after her?
73ClaudioCan the world buy such a jewel?
74BenedickYea, and a case to put it into. But speak you 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?
75ClaudioIn mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.
76BenedickI can see yet without spectacles and I see 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?
77ClaudioI would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.
78BenedickIs’t come to this? In faith, hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Go to, i’ faith; and 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.
79Reenter Don Pedro.
80Don PedroWhat secret hath held you here, that you followed not to Leonato’s?
81BenedickI would your grace would constrain me to tell.
82Don PedroI charge thee on thy allegiance.
83BenedickYou hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret as 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.
84ClaudioIf this were so, so were it uttered.
85BenedickLike the old tale, my lord: “it is not so, nor ’twas not so, but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.”
86ClaudioIf my passion change not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.
87Don PedroAmen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy.
88ClaudioYou speak this to fetch me in, my lord.
89Don PedroBy my troth, I speak my thought.
90ClaudioAnd, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine.
91BenedickAnd, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine.
92ClaudioThat I love her, I feel.
93Don PedroThat she is worthy, I know.
94BenedickThat I neither feel how she should be loved 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.
95Don PedroThou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.
96ClaudioAnd never could maintain his part but in the force of his will.
97BenedickThat a woman conceived me, I thank her; 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.
98Don PedroI shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.
99BenedickWith anger, with sickness, or with hunger, 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.
100Don PedroWell, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.
101BenedickIf I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder, and called Adam.
102Don PedroWell, as time shall try: “In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.”
103BenedickThe savage bull may; but if ever the sensible 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.”
104ClaudioIf this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn-mad.
105Don PedroNay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.
106BenedickI look for an earthquake too, then.
107Don PedroWell, you will temporize with the hours. In the 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.
108BenedickI have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and so I commit you—
109ClaudioTo the tuition of God: from my house, if I had it—
110Don PedroThe sixth of July: your loving friend, Benedick.
111BenedickNay, mock not, mock not. The body of your discourse is sometime 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. Exit.
112ClaudioMy liege, your highness now may do me good.
113Don PedroMy love is thine to teach: teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
114ClaudioHath Leonato any son, my lord?
115Don PedroNo child but Hero; she’s his only heir.
Dost thou affect her, Claudio?
116ClaudioO, my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look’d 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 return’d and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying, I liked her ere I went to wars.
117Don PedroThou wilt be like a lover presently
And tire the hearer with a book of words.
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it,
And I will break with her and with her father
And thou shalt have her. Was’t not to this end
That thou began’st to twist so fine a story?
118ClaudioHow sweetly you do minister to love,
That know love’s grief by his complexion!
But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have salved it with a longer treatise.
119Don PedroWhat need the bridge much broader than the flood?
The fairest grant is the necessity.
Look, what will serve is fit: ’tis once, thou lovest,
And I will fit thee with the remedy.
I know we shall have revelling 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. Exeunt.