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comes Beatrice : by this day, she's a fair lady; I do spy some marks of love in her.
Enter Beatrice. Beat. Against my will, I am fent to bid you come in to dinner.
Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
Beat. I took no' more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, I would not have come.
Bene. You take pleasure then in the message.
Beat. Yea, juft so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choak a daw withal: you ftomach, Signior; fare you well.
[Exit. Bene. Ha! against my will I am sent to bid you 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.
SCENE continues in the Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret and Ursula.
Forbid the Sun to enter; like to Favourites,
that bred it: there will Me hide her, To listen our Propose; this is thy office, Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, presently. (Exit.
Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
Enter Beatrice, running towards the Arbour.
Ursu. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Urjula. But are you sure,
Hero. So says the Prince, and my new-trothed lord.
Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it;
Urfu. Why did you fo? doth not the Gentleman
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon;
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve
Ursu. Sure, I think so ;
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet faw man,
if fair-fac'd, She'd swear, the gentleman Mould be ber sister; If black, wby nature drawing of an antiik,
Made a foul blct ; if tall, a lance ill-headed; &c.
Nigra μελίχροζ» eft; immunda & ferida, άκοσμό.
Magna atque immanis, saldmançıs, plenaque bonoris,
an Aglet very vilely cut; An Aglet was the tagg of those points, formerly so much in fashion. These taggs were either of gold, silver, or brass, according to the
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
Ursu. Sure, fure, such carping is not commendable.
Hero. No; for to be so odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable, But who dare tell her fo? if I should speak, She'd mock me into air ; 0, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit. - Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
Consume away in fighs, waste inwardly;
Ursu. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.
Hero. No, rather I will go to Benedick,
Ursu. O, do not do your Cousin such a wrong, She cannot be so much without true judgment, (Having so swift and excellent a wit, quality of the wearer ; and were commonly in the shape of little images ; or at least had a head cut at the extremity, as is seen at the end of the start of old-ahion'd spoons. And as a tall man is before compar'd to a Launce ill-beaded ; 10, by the same figure, a little man is very aptly liken'd to an Ag let ill-cut.
IVky, give him Gold enough, and marry Lim to a Puppet, or an
I'm very cold ; and all the stars are out ton,
The little stars, and all; that look like Aglets.
The gown I ware was white, and richly fet
As she is priz’d to have) as to refuse
Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Ursi. I pray you, be not angry with me, Madam, Speaking my fancy ; Signior Benedick, Por shape, for bearing, argument and valour, Goes foremost in report through Italy.
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excelleni good name.
Ursu. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. When are you marry'd, Madam ?
Hero. Why, every day ; to-morrow; come, go in, I'll shew thee some attires, and have thy counsel Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
Urfi. She’s lim’d, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam.
Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps ; Some Cupids kill with arrows, some with traps. [Exeunt.
Beatrice, advancing. I
Stand I condemn'd for Pride and Scorn so much? Contempt, farewel! 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 fhall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band. For others say, thou dost deserve; and I Believe it better than reportingly.
[Exit. SCENE, Leonato's House. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick and Leonato. Pedro. Do but ftay 'till your marriage be consum
mate, and then go I toward Arragon. Claud. I'll bring you thither my lord, if you'll vouchsafe me.
Pedro. Nay, That would be as great a foil in the new gloss of your marriage, as to thew a child his new coat