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fay, the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witnefs and virtuous; 'tis fo, I cannot reprove it : and wife, but for loving me by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly; for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance to have fome odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd fo long against marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quipps and fentences, and these paper-bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour ? no: the world must be peopled. When I faid, I would die a batchelor, I did not think I should live 'till I were marry'd. Here comes Beatrice: by this day, fhe's a fair lady; I do fpy fome marks of love in her.
Beat. Against my will, I am fent to bid you come in
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 meffage.
Beat. Yea, juft fo much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choak a daw withal: you have no ftomach, Signior; fare you well. [Exit. Bene. Ha! against my will I am fent to bid you come in to dinner : there's a double meaning in that. İ took no more pains for those thanks, than you took pains to thank me; that's as much as to fay, any pains that I take for you is as eafie as thanks. If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am a few; I will go get her Picture.
A C T III.
SCENE continues in the Orchard.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Urfula.
OOD Margaret, run thee into the parlour, There fhalt thou find my Coufin Beatrice, Propofing with the Prince and Claudio; Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Urfula Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her; fay, that thou overheard'st us ; And bid her fteal into the pleached Bower, Where honey-fuckles, ripen'd by the Sun, Forbid the Sun to enter; like to Favourites, Made proud by Princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it: there will the hide her, To liften our Propofe; this is thy office,
Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant, prefently. [Exit.
Our Talk must only be of Benedick ;
Enter Beatrice, running towards the Arbour.
Cut with her golden oars the filver ftream,
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lofe nothing
I know, her fpirits are as coy and wild
Urfu. But are you fure,
That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely?
Hero. So fays the Prince, and my new-trothed lord. Urfu. And did they bid you tell her of it, Madam? Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it; But I perfuaded them, if they lov'à Benedick, To with him wraftle with affection,
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
Urfu. Why did you fo? doth not the Gentleman Deferve as full, as fortunate a bed,
As ever Beatrice fhall couch upon?
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deferve
All matter else seems weak; fhe cannot love,
Urfu. Sure, I think fo;
And therefore certainly it were not good
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet
If low, an Aglet very vilely cut; (10)
If fpeaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;.
Urfu, Sure, fure, fuch carping is not commendable: Hero. No; for to be fo odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
But who dare tell her fo? if I fhould speak,
Urfu. O, do not do your Coufin fuch a wrong.
As fhe is priz'd to have) as to refuse
(10) If low, an Agat very vilely out ; ] But why an Agat, if Jow And what Shadow of Likeness between a little Man and an Agat? The Antients, indeed, ufed this Stone to cut in, and upon; but moft exquifitely. I make no queftion but the Poet wrote;
an Aglet very vilely cutz
An Aglet was the Tagg of thofe Points, formerly fo much in Fashion. These Taggs were either of Gold, Silver, or Brass, according to the Quality of the Wearer; and were commonly in the Shape of little Images; or at leaft had a Head cut at the Extremity, as is feen at the End of the Start of old-fashion'd Spoons. And as a tall Man is before compar'd to a Launce ill-headed; fo, by the fame Figure, a little Man is very aptly liken'd to an Aglet ill-enta Mr. Warburton.
So rare a gentleman as Benedick.
Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
Urfu. I pray you, be not angry with me, Madam,
For fhape, for bearing, argument and valour,
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
Hero. Why, every day; to morrow; come, go in, I'll fhew thee fome attires, and have thy counsel Which is the beft to furnish me to morrow.
Urfu. She's lim'd, I warrant you; we have caught her, Madam.
Hero. If it prove fo, then loving goes by haps; Some Cupids kill with arrows, Some with traps. [Exeunt.
Beat. What fire is in my ears? can this be true?
For others fay, thou doft deserve; and I
SCENE, Leonato's House.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick and Leonato.
Pedro. I DO but stay 'till your marriage be confummate, then go I toward Arragon.
Claud. I'll bring you thither my lord, if you'll vouchfafe me.
Pedro. Nay, That would be as great a foil in the new