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Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]
Done to death 1 by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies:
Gives her fame which never dies :
Praising her when I am dumb.-
Midnight, assist our moan ;
Heavily, heavily :
Yearly will I do this rite.
i This phrase occurs frequently in writers of Shakspeare's time, it appears to be derived from the French phrase, faire mourir. See note on K. Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.
3 Diana's knight, or virgin knight, was the common poetical appellation of virgins in Shakspeare's time. So in The Two Noble Kinsmen, 1634.
O sacred, shadowy, cold, and constant queen,
who to thy female knights,' &c. 'till death be spoken of.'
4 i. e.
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put your
torches out: The wolves have prey’d; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare
well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several
way. D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other
weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go. Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue
SCENE IV. A Room in Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEA
TRICE, URSULA, Friar, and HERO.
she was innocent ?
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
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, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd: The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour To visit me:-You know your office, brother;
You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies.
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, signior?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most
true. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio, and the prince : But what's your
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready.
[Exit ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's
the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull?:Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; As once Europa did at lusty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love.
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low : And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Claud. For this I owe you: here comes other
reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see
I am your
Leon. No, that you shall not, till
take her hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar;
husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife:
[Unmasking. And when
other husband. Claud. Another Hero ! Hero.
Nothing certainer: One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, And, surely as I live, I am a maid. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is
dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander
Still alluding to the passage quoted from Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy, in the first scene of the play.
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.—Which is Beatrice?
Why, no, no more than reason. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and
Troth, no, no more than reason. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for
Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead
Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do not
love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gen
tleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves
For here's a paper, written in his hand,
And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against