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to you.

with a pox to you! show your sheep-biting face, Or sacred chastity, and of promise-breach,
and be hang'd an hour! Will’t not off? Thereon dependant, for your brother's life,)

(Pulls off the friar's hood, and discovers The very mercy of the law cries out
the Duke.

Most audible, even from his proper tongue,
Duke. Thou art the first knave, that e'er made An Angelo for Claudio, death for death.
a duke.

Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure ; First, provost, let me bail these gentle three : Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure. Sneak not away, sir ; (To Lucio.) for the friar and Then, Angelo, thy fault's thus manifested : you

Which though thou would'st deny, denies thee Must have a word anon :-lay hold on him.

vantage : Lucio. This may prove worse than hanging. We do condemn thee to the very block Duke. What you have spoke, I pardon ; sit you Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like

(To Escalus. We'll borrow place of him :-Sir, by your leave: Away with him.

[To Angelo.. Mari.

0, my most gracious lord, Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, I hope you will not mock me with a husband ! That yet can do thée office ?' Ilthou hast, Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a Rely upon it till my tale be heard,

husband : And hold no longer out.

Consenting to the safeguard of your honour, Ang.

O my dread lord, I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, I should be guiltier than my guiltiness,

For that he knew you, might reproach your life, To think I can be undiscernible,

And choke your good to come: for his possessions When I perceive, your grace, like power divine, Although by confiscation they are ours, Hath look'd upon my passes:* Then, good prince, We do instate and widow you withal, No longer session hold upon my shame,

To buy you a better husband. But let my trial be mine own confession;

Mari.

O, my dear lord, Immediate sentence then, and sequent' death, I crave no other, nor no better man. Is ail the grace I beg.

Duke, Never crave him; we are definitive. Duke. Come hither, Mariana : Mari. Gentle my liege,

(Kneeling. Say, wast thou e'er contracted to this woman? Duke. You do but lose your labour : Ang. I was, my lord.

Away with him to death.--Now, sir, (To Lucio.) Dike. Go, take her hence, and marry her instantly.

Mari. 0, my good lord !-Sweet Isabel, take Do you the office, friar; which consummate,

my part ; Return him here again :-Go with him, provost. Lend me your knees, and all my life to come

(Ereunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. I'll lend you, all my life to do you service. Escal. My lord, I am more amaz'd at his dis Duke. Against all sense do you importune her: honour,

Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Than at the strangeness of it.

Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, Drike,

Come hither, Isabel : And take her hence in horror. Your friar is now your prince: As I was then

Mari.

Isabel, Advertising, and holy to your business, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; Not changing heart with habit, I am still Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll 'speak all. Attorney'd at your service.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; Isab.

0, give me pardon, And, for the most, become much more the better That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd For being a little bad: so may my husband. Your unknown sovereignty.

0, Isabel! will you not lend a knee? Duke.

You are pardon'd, Isabel : Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.

Isab.

Most bounteous sir, Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart;

{Kneeling. And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, Labouring to save his life'; and would not rather As if my brother lived': I parily think, Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Than let him so be lost: (), most kind maid, Till he did look on me; since it is so, It was the swift celerity of his death,

Let him not die: My brother had but justice, Which I did think with slower foot came on, In that he did the thing for which he died : That brain'd my purpose: But, peace be with him! For Angelo, That life is better life, past fearing death, His act did not o'ertake his bad intent, Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort, And must be buried but as an intent So happy is your brother.

That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects,

Intents but merely thoughts.
Re-enter
Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost. Mari.

Merely, my lord.
Isab.
I do, my lord.

Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say.Duke. For this new-married man, approaching

I have bethought me of another fault:here,

Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd

At an unusual hour ? Your well-defended honour, you must pardon

Prov.

It was commanded so. For Mariana's sake: but as he adjudg'd your

Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ? brother

Prov. No, my good lord ; it was by private mes (Being criminal, in double violation

sage.

Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office (1) Service.

(2) Devices. (3) Following. Attentive. (5) Angelo's own tongue,

(6) Reason and affection.

Give up your keys.

Let him be whipp'd and hangid Prov.

Pardon me, noble lord: Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry I thought it was a fault, but knew it not; me to a whore! Your highness said even now, Yet did repent me, after more advice :'

made you a duke: good my lord, do not recomFor testimony whereof, one in the prison

pense me, in making me a cuckold. That should by private order else have died, Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. I have reserv'd alive.

Thy slanders I forgive ; and therewithal
Duke.
What's he?

Remit thy other forseits :'-Take him to prison : Prov.

His name is Barnardine. And see our pleasure herein executed. Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio. Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to Go, setch him hither ; let me look upon him. death, whirping, and hanging:

(Exit Provost. Duike. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore. As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd,

Joy to you, Mariana !-love her, Angelo; Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.-And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness:

Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure : There's more behind, that is more gratulate." And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy; That I crave death more willingly than mercy: We shall employ thee in a worthier place :'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home

The head of Ragozine for Claudio's; Re-enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Juliet. The offence pardons itself

. Dear Isabel,

I have a motion much imports your good; Duke. Which is that Barnardine?

Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, Prov.

This, my lord. What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine: Duke. There was a friar told me of this man: So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. That apprehends no further than this world,

(Exeunt. And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd; But, for those early faults, I quit them all; And pray thee, take this mercy to provide For better times to come: -Friar, advise him ; I leave bim to your hand.-What muilled fellow's

The novel of Giraldi Cinthio, from which Shakthat?

speare is siipposed to have borrowed this fable, Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd,

may be read in Shakspeare Illustrated, elegantly That should have died when Claudio lost his head ; quirer to discover how much absurdity Shakspeare

translated, with remarks which will assist the inAs like almost to Claudio, as himself.

has admitted or avoided.

(Unmuffles Claudio. Duke. If he be like your brother, (To Isabella.) modelled the novel of Cinthio, or written a story

I cannot but suspect that some other had newfor his sake Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake,

which in some particulars resembled it, and that Give me your hand, and say you will be mine,

Cin hio was not the author whom Shakspeare imHe is my brother too: But fitter time for that.

mediately followed. The emperor in Cinthio is By this, Iord Angelo perceives he's safe:

named Maximine: the duke, in Shakspeare's enuMethinks, I see a quickening in his eye:

meration of the persons of the drama, is called VinWell, Angelo, your evil quits you well:

centio. This appears a very slight remark; but Look that you love your wife ; her worth, worth since the duke has no name in the play, nor is ever yours.

mentioned but by his title, why should he be called I find an apt remission in myself:

Vincentio among the persons, but because the name And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;

was copied from the story, and placed superflu. You, sirrah, (To Lucio.] that knew 'me for'a fool, ously at the head of the list, by the mere habit of a coward,

iranscription? It is therefore likely that there was One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;

then a story of Vincentio duke of Vienna, different Wherein have I so desery'd of you,

from that of Maximine emperor of the Romans. That you extol me thus?

of this play, the light or comic part is very natuLucio. "Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according ral and pleasing, but the grave scenes, if a few pas. to the trick: If you will hang me for it, you may, The plot is rather intricate than artful. The time but I had rather it would please you, I might be whipp'd.

of the action is indefinite: some time, we know not Duke. Whipp'd first, cir, and hang'd after.

how much, must have elapsed between the recess Proclaim it, provost, round about the city;

of the duke and the imprisonment of Claudio; for If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow

he must have learned the story of Mariana in his (As I have heard him swear himself, there's one

disguise, or he delegated his power to a man alWhom he begot with child,) let her appear,

ready known to be corrupted. The unities of action And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish'd,

and place are sufficiently preserved.

JOHNSON (2) Requites. Incontinence. (4) Thoughtless practice. i (5) Punishments. (6) To reward.

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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Benedick, a youn Bon Pedro.

Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon,

A Serton.
Don John, his bastard brother.

A Friar.
Claudio, a young lord of Florence, favourite to A Boy.
Don Pedro.
lord of Padua, favourite like- Hero, daughter to Leonato.

Beatrice, niece lo Leonato.
Leonato, governor of Messina.
Antonio, his brother.

Ursula,
Balthazar, servant to Don Pedro.
Borachio,
followers of Don John.

Messengers, watch, and attendants.
Conrade,
Dogberry,
Verges,
two foolish officers.

Scene, Messina.

Misuraret

, } gentlewomen attending on Hero.

ACT I.

Mess. O, he is returned; and as pleasant as

ever he was. SCENE I.-Before Leonato's house. Enter Leo Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and

nato, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with a Mes- challenged Cupid at the flight:3 and my uncle's senger.

fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid,

and challenged him at the bird-bolt.- I pray you, Leonato.

how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars?

But how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I proI

LEARN in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arra- mised to eat all of his killing. gon, comes this night to Messina.

Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three much; but he'll be meet* with you, I doubt it not. leagues off when I left him.

Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in wars. this action ?

Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp Mess. But few of any sort,' and none of name. to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he

Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever hath an excellent stomach. brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Mess. And a good soldier too, lady. Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young

Beat. And a good soldier to a lady ;-But what Florentine, called Claudio.

is he to a lord ? Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally

Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed remembered by Don Pedro: he hath borne him with all honourable virtues. self beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, in- man:: but for the stuffing, -Well, we are all mortal. deed, better bettered expectation, than you must

Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there expect of me to tell you how,

is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be and her: they never meat, but there is a skirmish • very much glad of it.

of wit between them. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last there appears much joy in him ; even so much, conflict, four of his five wits went halting off,

that joy could not show itself modest enough, with- and now is the whole man governed with one : só out a badge of bitterness,

that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, Leon. Did he break out into tears?

let him bear it for a difference between himself and Mess. In great measure.?

his horse: for it is all the wealth that he hath lent, Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: There are to be known a reasonable creature.--Who is his no faces truer than those that are so washed. How companion now? He hath every month a new much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at sworn brother. weeping ?

Mess. Is it possible? Beal. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned Beat, Very easily possible: he wears his faith but from the wars, or no ?

as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there next block.6 was none such in the army of any sort.

Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece ?

books. Hero, My cousin means signior Benedick of

Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. Padua.

But, I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there no

(1) Kind. (2) Abundance. (3) At long lengths. (4) Even. (5) A cuckold. (6) Mould for a hat.

young squarer' now, that will make a voyage with heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : him to the devil ?

I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his Mess. He is most in the company of the right heart. noble Claudio.

Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a dis- forsworn.-Let me bid you welcome, my lord: ease : he is sooner caught than ihe pestilence, and being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owo the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble you all duty. Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, it will D. John. I thank you : I am not of many words, cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured.

but I thank you. Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Beat. Do, good friend.

D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go toLeon. You will never run mad, niece.

gether. (Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio. Beat. No, not till a hot January.

Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter Mess. Don Pedro is approached.

of signior Leonato ?

Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. Enler Don Pedro, attended by Balthazar, and Claud. Is she not a modest young lady? others, Don John, Claudio, and Benedick.

Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come should do, for my simple true judgment; or would to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is you have me speak after my custom, as being a proto avoid cost, and you encounter it.

lessed tyrant to their sex? Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the

Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judg. likeness of your grace: for trouble being gone, com

ment. fort should remain ; but, when you depart from

Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for a me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave. high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too lit

D. Pedro. You embrace your charge? too wil- tle for a great praise : only this commendation I can lingly.-I think, this is your daughter.

afford her; that were she other than she is, she were Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so, unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her ? not like her, Leon. Signior Benedick, no'; for then were you thee tell me truly how thou likest her?

Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport; I pray a child. D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may

Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly,

her? the lady fathers herself :-Be happy, lady! for you

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel ? are like an honourable father.

Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak Bene. If siznior Leonato be her father, she would you this with a sad brow? or do you play the floutnot have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina, ing jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and as like him as she is.

Vulcan a rare carpenter ? Come, in what key shall Bene. I wonder, that you will still be talking, a man take you, to go in the song? signior Benedick; no body marks you.

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain! are you yet ever I looked on. bving ?

Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while no such matter : there's her cousin, an she were not she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Bene- possessed with a fury,, exceeds her as much in dick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if beauty, as the first of May doth the last of Decemyou come in her presence.

ber. But I hope you have no intent to turn hus. Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat:-But it is band; have you ? certain, I ain loved of all ladies, only you excepted :

Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had and I would I could find in my heart that I had not sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not the Beal. A dear happiness to women; they would world one man, but he will wear his cap, with else have been troubled with

a pernicious suitor. I suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelur of threethank God, and my cold blood, I am of your hu- score again? Go to, i'faith; an thou wilt needs mour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is reBene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind turned to seek you. 80 some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scra'ched face.

Re-enter Don Pedro. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.

D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

you followed not to Leonato's ? Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast

Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me

to tell. of yours. Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your Bene. You hear,count Claudio : I can be secret

D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. tongue; and so good a continuer : But keep your as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on way o' God's name; I have done. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know He is in love. With who ?-now that is your grace's

my allegiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance:you of old. D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato,- Leonato's short daughter.

part.- Mark, how short his answer is:—With Hero, signior Claudio, and signior Benedick, -my dear friend Leonato, hath invited you all. I tell him, wel

Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. shall stay here at the least a month ; and he 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, nor

Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God (1) Quarrelsome fellow. (2) Trust. forbid it should be otherwise.

D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her ; for the lady; D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it is very well worthy:

but how,
Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Claud. And, in taith, my lord, I spoke inine.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?
Bene. And, by my two faiths and iroths, my lord, D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir ;
I spoke mine.

Dost thou affect her, Claudio ? Claud. That I love her, I feel.

Claud.

0, my lord, D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. When you went onward on this ended action,

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, loved, nor know how she should be worthy, the That liked, but had a rougher task in hand opinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die Than to drive liking to the name of love: in it at the stake.

But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic Have left their places vacant, in their rooms in the despite of beauty.

Come thronging soft and delicate desires, Claud. And never could maintain his part, but All prompting me how fair young Hero is, in the force of his will.

Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars. Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her; B. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, that she brought me up, I likewise give her most And tire the hearer with a book of words : humble thanks: but that I will have a recheatIf thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; winded in my forehead, or hang my buglein an And I will break with her, and with her father, invisible baldric, all women shall pardon ine. Be- And thou shalt nave her: Was't not to this end, cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? I will do myself the right to trust none; and the Claud. How sweetly do you minister io love, fine is (for the which I may go the finer,) I will That know love's griei by his complexion ! live a bachelor,

But lest my liking might 1oo sudden seem, D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale I would have salvd it w.th a longer treatise. with love.

D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hun

than the flood ? ger, my lord: not with love: prove, that ever I The fairest grant is the necessity : lose more blood with love, than I will get again Look, what will serve, is dit: 'lis once, thou lov'st; with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad- And will fit thee with the remedy. maker's pen, and hang, me up at the door of a I know, we shall have revelling to-night; brothel-house, for the sizn of blind Cupid. I will assume thy part in some disguise,

D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this And tell fair Hero I am Claudio; faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,

Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottie like a cat, and And take her hearing prisoner with the force shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clap- And strong encounter of my amorous tale : ped on the shoulder, and called Adam.

Then, after, to her father will I break; D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :

And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine : In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. In practice let us put it presently. (Exeunt.

Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, SCENE II.-A room in Leonato's house. En. and set them in my forehead : and let me be vilely

ler Leonato and Antonio. painted; and in such great letters as they write, Here is good horse to hire, let them signify under

Leon. How now, brother? where is my cousin, my sign, -Here you may see Benedick ihe married your son? Hath he provided this music ?

Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed be horn-mad.

not of. D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his Leon. Are they good ? quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

a good cover, they show well outward. The prince D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the and count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached' hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick, alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard repair to Leonato's ; commend me to him, and tell by a man of mine : The prince discovered to Clauhim, I will not fail him at supper ; for, indeed, he dio, that he loved my niece your daughter, and hath made great preparation.

Imeant to acknowledge it this night in a dance ; Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for and, if he found her accordant, he meant to take such an embassage ; and so I commit you the present time by the top, and instantly break

Claud. To the tuition of God: From my house with you of it. (if I had it)

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this ? D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving

Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him, friend, Benedick.

and question him yourself. Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not : The body of Leon. No, no, we will hold it as a dream, till your discourse is sometime guardeds with frag- it appears itself:--but I will acquaint my daughter ments, and the guards are but slightly basted on withal, that she may be the better prepared for an neither: ere you fout old ends any further, examine answer, iť peradventure this be true. Go you, and your conscience; and so I leave you. (Erit Bene. tell her of it. (Several persons cross the stage.] Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me Cousins, you know what you have to do.-0, good.

cry you mercy, friend; you go with me, and I (1) The tune sounded to call off the dogs. (4) The name of a famous archer. (5) Trimmed. (2) Hunting-horn. (3) Girdle.

No) Once for all. (7) Thickly interwoven.

man,

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