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ACT V BENE. And how do you?
Sc. II BEAT. Very ill too.

BENE. Serve God, love me, and mend. There will I

leave you too, for here comes one in haste.

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Enter URSULA.

URS. Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder 's

old coil at home: it is prov'd my Lady Hero hath
been falsely accus'd, the Prince and Claudio mightily
abus'd; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled
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

buried in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle's.

[exeunt.

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SCENE III. The Church.

Enter CLAUDIO, PRINCE, and three or four

with tapers.

CLAUD. Is this the monument of Leonato ?
ATTEN. It is, my Lord.
CLAUD. [reads from a scroll.]

Done to death by slanderous tongues

Was the Hero that here lies :
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Gives her fame which never dies.
So the life that died with shame
Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,

Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

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Song.
Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight ;
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb they go.

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Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and

groan,
Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
Till Death be uttered,

Heavily, heavily.
CLAUD. Now, unto thy bones good night!

Yearly will I do this rite.
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 grey
Thanks to you all, and leave us : fare you 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 speeds
Than this for whom we render'd up this woe.

[exeunt.

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SCENE IV. LEONATO's House.

Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE,

MARGARET, URSULA, FRIAR FRANCIS, and HERO.
F. FRAN. Did I not tell you she was innocent?
LEON. So are the Prince and Claudio, who accus'd her

Upon the error that you heard debated :
But Margaret was in some fault for this,
Although against her will, as it appears

In the true course of all the question.
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 :

[Exeunt Ladies.
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You must be father to your brother's daughter,

And give her to young Claudio.
Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
BENE. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
F. FRAN. 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

will? BENE. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical:

But, for my will, my will is your good-will
May stand with our's, this day to be conjoin'd
In the estate of honourable marriage:

In which, good Friar, I shall desire your help.
LEON. My heart is with your liking.
F. FRAN.

And my help.
Here comes the Prince and Claudio.

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Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
D. PEDRO. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
LEON. Good morrow, Prince; good morrow, Claudio:
We here attend you. Are you yet determin'd

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To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? ?
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

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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,

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And got a calf in that same noble feat
Much like to

you,
for

you have just his bleat.
CLAUD. For this I owe you: here comes other reckonings.

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Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. 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 your

face. LEON. No; that you shall not, till you

take her hand
Before this Friar, and swear to marry her.
CLAUD. Give me your hand before this holy Friar:

I am your husband, if you like of me.
HERO. And when I liv’d, I was your other wife:

[unmasking
And when you lov'd, you were my other husband.
CLAUD. Another Hero !
HERO.

Nothing certainer:
One Hero died defild; 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 liv’d.
F. FRAN. All this amazement can I qualify;

When, after that the holy rites are ended,
I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death :
Meantime let wonder seem familiar,

And to the Chapel let us presently.
BENE. Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beatrice?

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BEAT. [unmasking:) I answer to that name. What is

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your will?

BENE. Do not you love me? ?
BEAT.

Why, no; no more than reason.
BENE. Why, then your uncle, and the Prince, and

Claudio
Have been deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.
BEAT. Do not you love me?
BENE.

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 me.

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ACT V BEAT. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me.
Sc. IV 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 gentle-

man.

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CLAUD. And I 'll be sworn upon 't that he loves her;

For here's a paper, written in his hand,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,

Fashion'd to Beatrice.
HERO.

And here's another,
Writ in my cousin's hand, stoln from her pocket,

Containing her affection unto Benedick.
BENE. A miracle! here's our own hands against our

hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I

take thee for pity: BEAT. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I

yield upon great persuasion; and partly to save your

life, for I was told you were in a consumption.
BENE. Peace! I will stop your mouth. [kissing her.
D. PEDRO. How dost thou, Benedick, the Married Man?
BENE. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a college of wit-

crackers cannot flout me out of my humour. Dost
thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No;
if a man will be beaten with brains,' 'a shall wear
nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do
purpose to marry,

I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but, in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis'd,

and love my cousin. CLAUD. I had well hop'd thou would’st have denied

Beatrice, that I might have cudgell’d thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double-dealer ;? which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look

exceeding narrowly to thee. BENE. Come, come, we are friends. Let's have a dance

ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives' heels.

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1 chaffed out of his designs.

2 a notorious adulterer.

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