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And all our Europe shall rejoice at thee;
Bened. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low:
Enter ANTONIO, with Hero, BEATRICE, URSULA,
and other Ladies masked.
Claud. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?
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
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 Hera?
Hero. Nothing certainer :
Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero, that is dead !
Bened. Soft and fair, Friar.- Which is Beatrice?
Beatr. I answer to that name;
[BEATRICE and the other LADIES unmask. What is
Beatr. Do not you love me?
did. Bened. They swore, that you were almost sick for Beatr. They swore, that you were well nigh dead
for me. Bened. 'Tis no such matter :--Then, you do not
love me? Beatr. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentlem
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her;
[Gives the Paper to BEATRICE,
my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.
[Gives the Paper to BENEDICK. Bened. A miracle !-here's our own hands against our hearts !~Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity!
Beatr. 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.
Bened. Peace, I will stop your mouth.
Bened. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a college of wit crackers cannot Aout 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, he 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 fout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. 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 hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee.
Bened, Come, come, we are friends.--Prince, thou art sad.
Pedro. Yes, I've got the tooth-ache,
Bened. Got the tooth-ache !–Get thee a wife; and all will be well.-Nay, laugh not, laugh not :
Your gibes and mockeries I laugh to scorn;