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whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turn’d over and over, as my poor self in love ; marry, I cannot shew it in rhime
; I have try'd, I can find out no rhime to lady but baby, an 8 'innocent'rhime; for scorn, born, a hard rhime ; for school, fool, a babling rhime; very ominous endings ; no, I was not born under a rhiming planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms.
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call thee?
Beat. Yea, Signior, and depart when you bid me.
Beat. Then is spoken; fare you well now; and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came for; which is, with knowing what hath past between you and Claudio.
Bene. Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee.
Beat. Foul words are but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkist.
Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of its right sense, fo 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 row tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou firit fall in love with me?
Beat. For them altogether, which maintain'd so politick a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to ir termingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you fit fuffer love for me?
Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet ; I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Beat. & innocent's
Beat. In spight of your heart, I think; alas
poor heart, if you spight it for my fake, I will spight it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates. Bene, Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
I Beat. It appears not in 9'that' confession; there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that liv'd in the time of good neighbours; if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monuments, than the bells ring, and the widow weeps.
Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Bene. "/Why,' an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum; therefore it is 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 my self ; so much for praising my self; who I my self will bear witness is praise-worthy; and now tell me how doth your cousin ?
Beat. Very ill.
Enter Ursula. Bene. Serve God, love me and mend; there will I leave you too, for here comes one in haite.
Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's old coil at home; it is proved my Lady Hero has been falfely accus'd, the Prince and Claudio mightily abus’d, and Don John is the author of all, who is Hed and gone: will you come presently?
Beat. Will you go hear this news, Signior?
Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be bury'd in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle.
1 Question ? why
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with
Claud. S this the monument of Leonato?
Atten. It is, my Lord.
Done to death by sanderous tongues,
Was the Hero that bere lyes:
Gives her fame which never dies.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Claud. Now musick found, and sing your folemn hymn,
Pardon, Goddefs of the night,
Midnight, thou ahit our moan,
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! Yearly will I do this rite. Pedro. Good morrow, masters, put your torches out,
The wolves have prey'd; and look the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about
Dapples the drowsie east with spots of grey. Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well.
Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several way.
Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds, And then to Leonato's we will
go. Claud. And Hymen now with luckier iffue 'speed's' Than this, for which we render'd up
2 Midnight, ali
3 Help us to 4 Graves, yawn
5 'Till death 6 speeds old edit. Thirl. emend. 7 whom
. . .
Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,
Friar, and Hero.
ID I not tell you she was innocent ?
. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
Bene. To bind me or undo me, one of them:
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most true.
Leon. The sight whereof I think you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your
will? Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;