| ACT II SCENE I | A hall in LEONATO'S house. | |
| | Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others | |
| LEONATO | Was not Count John here at supper? | |
| ANTONIO | I saw him not. | |
| BEATRICE | How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see | |
| | him but I am heart-burned an hour after. | 5 |
| HERO | He is of a very melancholy disposition. | |
| BEATRICE | He were an excellent man that were made just in the | |
| | midway between him and Benedick: the one is too | |
| | like an image and says nothing, and the other too | |
| | like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling. | 10 |
| LEONATO | Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's | |
| | mouth, and half Count John's melancholy in Signior | |
| | Benedick's face,-- | |
| BEATRICE | With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money | |
| | enough in his purse, such a man would win any woman | 15 |
| | in the world, if a' could get her good-will. | |
| LEONATO | By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a | |
| | husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. | |
| ANTONIO | In faith, she's too curst. | |
| BEATRICE | Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's | 20 |
| | sending that way; for it is said, 'God sends a curst | |
| | cow short horns;' but to a cow too curst he sends none. | |
| LEONATO | So, by being too curst, God will send you no horns. | |
| BEATRICE | Just, if he send me no husband; for the which | |
| | blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and | 25 |
| | evening. Lord, I could not endure a husband with a | |
| | beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen. | |
| LEONATO | You may light on a husband that hath no beard. | |
| BEATRICE | What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel | |
| | and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? He that hath a | 30 |
| | beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no | |
| | beard is less than a man: and he that is more than | |
| | a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a | |
| | man, I am not for him: therefore, I will even take | |
| | sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and lead his | 35 |
| | apes into hell. | |
| LEONATO | Well, then, go you into hell? | |
| BEATRICE | No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet | |
| | me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and | |
| | say 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to | 40 |
| | heaven; here's no place for you maids:' so deliver | |
| | I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the | |
| | heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and | |
| | there live we as merry as the day is long. | |
| ANTONIO | To HERO | |
| | by your father. | 45 |
| BEATRICE | Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy | |
| | and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all | |
| | that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else | |
| | make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please | |
| | me.' | 50 |
| LEONATO | Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. | |
| BEATRICE | Not till God make men of some other metal than | |
| | earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be | |
| | overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make | |
| | an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? | 55 |
| | No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; | |
| | and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred. | |
| LEONATO | Daughter, remember what I told you: if the prince | |
| | do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer. | |
| BEATRICE | The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be | 60 |
| | not wooed in good time: if the prince be too | |
| | important, tell him there is measure in every thing | |
| | and so dance out the answer. For, hear me, Hero: | |
| | wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, | |
| | a measure, and a cinque pace: the first suit is hot | 65 |
| | and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as | |
| | fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a | |
| | measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes | |
| | repentance and, with his bad legs, falls into the | |
| | cinque pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave. | 70 |
| LEONATO | Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. | |
| BEATRICE | I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. | |
| LEONATO | The revellers are entering, brother: make good room. | |
| | All put on their masks | |
| | Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BALTHASAR,DON JOHN, BORACHIO, MARGARET, URSULA and others, masked | |
| DON PEDRO | Lady, will you walk about with your friend? | |
| HERO | So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing, | 75 |
| | I am yours for the walk; and especially when I walk away. | |
| DON PEDRO | With me in your company? | |
| HERO | I may say so, when I please. | |
| DON PEDRO | And when please you to say so? | |
| HERO | When I like your favour; for God defend the lute | 80 |
| | should be like the case! | |
| DON PEDRO | My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove. | |
| HERO | Why, then, your visor should be thatched. | |
| DON PEDRO | Speak low, if you speak love. | |
| | Drawing her aside | |
| BALTHASAR | Well, I would you did like me. | 85 |
| MARGARET | So would not I, for your own sake; for I have many | |
| | ill-qualities. | |
| BALTHASAR | Which is one? | |
| MARGARET | I say my prayers aloud. | |
| BALTHASAR | I love you the better: the hearers may cry, Amen. | 90 |
| MARGARET | God match me with a good dancer! | |
| BALTHASAR | Amen. | |
| MARGARET | And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is | |
| | done! Answer, clerk. | |
| BALTHASAR | No more words: the clerk is answered. | 95 |
| URSULA | I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio. | |
| ANTONIO | At a word, I am not. | |
| URSULA | I know you by the waggling of your head. | |
| ANTONIO | To tell you true, I counterfeit him. | |
| URSULA | You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were | 100 |
| | the very man. Here's his dry hand up and down: you | |
| | are he, you are he. | |
| ANTONIO | At a word, I am not. | |
| URSULA | Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your | |
| | excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? Go to, | 105 |
| | mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an | |
| | end. | |
| BEATRICE | Will you not tell me who told you so? | |
| BENEDICK | No, you shall pardon me. | |
| BEATRICE | Nor will you not tell me who you are? | 110 |
| BENEDICK | Not now. | |
| BEATRICE | That I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit | |
| | out of the 'Hundred Merry Tales:'--well this was | |
| | Signior Benedick that said so. | |
| BENEDICK | What's he? | 115 |
| BEATRICE | I am sure you know him well enough. | |
| BENEDICK | Not I, believe me. | |
| BEATRICE | Did he never make you laugh? | |
| BENEDICK | I pray you, what is he? | |
| BEATRICE | Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool; | 120 |
| | only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: | |
| | none but libertines delight in him; and the | |
| | commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; | |
| | for he both pleases men and angers them, and then | |
| | they laugh at him and beat him. I am sure he is in | 125 |
| | the fleet: I would he had boarded me. | |
| BENEDICK | When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say. | |
| BEATRICE | Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two on me; | |
| | which, peradventure not marked or not laughed at, | |
| | strikes him into melancholy; and then there's a | 130 |
| | partridge wing saved, for the fool will eat no | |
| | supper that night. | |
| | Music | |
| | We must follow the leaders. | |
| BENEDICK | In every good thing. | |
| BEATRICE | Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at | 135 |
| | the next turning. | |
| | Dance. Then exeunt all except DON JOHN, BORACHIO,and CLAUDIO | |
| DON JOHN | Sure my brother is amorous on Hero and hath | |
| | withdrawn her father to break with him about it. | |
| | The ladies follow her and but one visor remains. | |
| BORACHIO | And that is Claudio: I know him by his bearing. | 140 |
| DON JOHN | Are not you Signior Benedick? | |
| CLAUDIO | You know me well; I am he. | |
| DON JOHN | Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: | |
| | he is enamoured on Hero; I pray you, dissuade him | |
| | from her: she is no equal for his birth: you may | 145 |
| | do the part of an honest man in it. | |
| CLAUDIO | How know you he loves her? | |
| DON JOHN | I heard him swear his affection. | |
| BORACHIO | So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to-night. | |
| DON JOHN | Come, let us to the banquet. | 150 |
| | Exeunt DON JOHN and BORACHIO | |
| CLAUDIO | Thus answer I in the name of Benedick, | |
| | But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. | |
| | 'Tis certain so; the prince wooes for himself. | |
| | Friendship is constant in all other things | |
| | Save in the office and affairs of love: | 155 |
| | Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; | |
| | Let every eye negotiate for itself | |
| | And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch | |
| | Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. | |
| | This is an accident of hourly proof, | 160 |
| | Which I mistrusted not. Farewell, therefore, Hero! | |
| | Re-enter BENEDICK | |
| BENEDICK | Count Claudio? | |
| CLAUDIO | Yea, the same. | |
| BENEDICK | Come, will you go with me? | |
| CLAUDIO | Whither? | 165 |
| BENEDICK | Even to the next willow, about your own business, | |
| | county. What fashion will you wear the garland of? | |
| | about your neck, like an usurer's chain? or under | |
| | your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear | |
| | it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero. | 170 |
| CLAUDIO | I wish him joy of her. | |
| BENEDICK | Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier: so they | |
| | sell bullocks. But did you think the prince would | |
| | have served you thus? | |
| CLAUDIO | I pray you, leave me. | 175 |
| BENEDICK | Ho! now you strike like the blind man: 'twas the | |
| | boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. | |
| CLAUDIO | If it will not be, I'll leave you. | |
| | Exit | |
| BENEDICK | Alas, poor hurt fowl! now will he creep into sedges. | |
| | But that my Lady Beatrice should know me, and not | 180 |
| | know me! The prince's fool! Ha? It may be I go | |
| | under that title because I am merry. Yea, but so I | |
| | am apt to do myself wrong; I am not so reputed: it | |
| | is the base, though bitter, disposition of Beatrice | |
| | that puts the world into her person and so gives me | 185 |
| | out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may. | |
| | Re-enter DON PEDRO | |
| DON PEDRO | Now, signior, where's the count? did you see him? | |
| BENEDICK | Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame. | |
| | I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a | |
| | warren: I told him, and I think I told him true, | 190 |
| | that your grace had got the good will of this young | |
| | lady; and I offered him my company to a willow-tree, | |
| | either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or | |
| | to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped. | |
| DON PEDRO | To be whipped! What's his fault? | 195 |
| BENEDICK | The flat transgression of a schoolboy, who, being | |
| | overjoyed with finding a birds' nest, shows it his | |
| | companion, and he steals it. | |
| DON PEDRO | Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The | |
| | transgression is in the stealer. | 200 |
| BENEDICK | Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made, | |
| | and the garland too; for the garland he might have | |
| | worn himself, and the rod he might have bestowed on | |
| | you, who, as I take it, have stolen his birds' nest. | |
| DON PEDRO | I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to | 205 |
| | the owner. | |
| BENEDICK | If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, | |
| | you say honestly. | |
| DON PEDRO | The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you: the | |
| | gentleman that danced with her told her she is much | 210 |
| | wronged by you. | |
| BENEDICK | O, she misused me past the endurance of a block! | |
| | an oak but with one green leaf on it would have | |
| | answered her; my very visor began to assume life and | |
| | scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been | 215 |
| | myself, that I was the prince's jester, that I was | |
| | duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest | |
| | with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood | |
| | like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at | |
| | me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: | 220 |
| | if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, | |
| | there were no living near her; she would infect to | |
| | the north star. I would not marry her, though she | |
| | were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before | |
| | he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have | 225 |
| | turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make | |
| | the fire too. Come, talk not of her: you shall find | |
| | her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God | |
| | some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while | |
| | she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a | 230 |
| | sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they | |
| | would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror | |
| | and perturbation follows her. | |
| DON PEDRO | Look, here she comes. | |
| | Enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, HERO, and LEONATO | |
| BENEDICK | Will your grace command me any service to the | 235 |
| | world's end? I will go on the slightest errand now | |
| | to the Antipodes that you can devise to send me on; | |
| | I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the | |
| | furthest inch of Asia, bring you the length of | |
| | Prester John's foot, fetch you a hair off the great | 240 |
| | Cham's beard, do you any embassage to the Pigmies, | |
| | rather than hold three words' conference with this | |
| | harpy. You have no employment for me? | |
| DON PEDRO | None, but to desire your good company. | |
| BENEDICK | O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I cannot | 245 |
| | endure my Lady Tongue. | |
| | Exit | |
| DON PEDRO | Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of | |
| | Signior Benedick. | |
| BEATRICE | Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave | |
| | him use for it, a double heart for his single one: | 250 |
| | marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, | |
| | therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. | |
| DON PEDRO | You have put him down, lady, you have put him down. | |
| BEATRICE | So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I | |
| | should prove the mother of fools. I have brought | 255 |
| | Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. | |
| DON PEDRO | Why, how now, count! wherefore are you sad? | |
| CLAUDIO | Not sad, my lord. | |
| DON PEDRO | How then? sick? | |
| CLAUDIO | Neither, my lord. | 260 |
| BEATRICE | The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor | |
| | well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and | |
| | something of that jealous complexion. | |
| DON PEDRO | I' faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; | |
| | though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is | 265 |
| | false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and | |
| | fair Hero is won: I have broke with her father, | |
| | and his good will obtained: name the day of | |
| | marriage, and God give thee joy! | |
| LEONATO | Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my | 270 |
| | fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and an | |
| | grace say Amen to it. | |
| BEATRICE | Speak, count, 'tis your cue. | |
| CLAUDIO | Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were | |
| | but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as | 275 |
| | you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for | |
| | you and dote upon the exchange. | |
| BEATRICE | Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth | |
| | with a kiss, and let not him speak neither. | |
| DON PEDRO | In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. | 280 |
| BEATRICE | Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on | |
| | the windy side of care. My cousin tells him in his | |
| | ear that he is in her heart. | |
| CLAUDIO | And so she doth, cousin. | |
| BEATRICE | Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the | 285 |
| | world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a | |
| | corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband! | |
| DON PEDRO | Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. | |
| BEATRICE | I would rather have one of your father's getting. | |
| | Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your | 290 |
| | father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them. | |
| DON PEDRO | Will you have me, lady? | |
| BEATRICE | No, my lord, unless I might have another for | |
| | working-days: your grace is too costly to wear | |
| | every day. But, I beseech your grace, pardon me: I | 295 |
| | was born to speak all mirth and no matter. | |
| DON PEDRO | Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best | |
| | becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in | |
| | a merry hour. | |
| BEATRICE | No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there | 300 |
| | was a star danced, and under that was I born. | |
| | Cousins, God give you joy! | |
| LEONATO | Niece, will you look to those things I told you of? | |
| BEATRICE | I cry you mercy, uncle. By your grace's pardon. | |
| | Exit | |
| DON PEDRO | By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. | 305 |
| LEONATO | There's little of the melancholy element in her, my | |
| | lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps, and | |
| | not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, | |
| | she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked | |
| | herself with laughing. | 310 |
| DON PEDRO | She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. | |
| LEONATO | O, by no means: she mocks all her wooers out of suit. | |
| DON PEDRO | She were an excellent wife for Benedict. | |
| LEONATO | O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, | |
| | they would talk themselves mad. | 315 |
| DON PEDRO | County Claudio, when mean you to go to church? | |
| CLAUDIO | To-morrow, my lord: time goes on crutches till love | |
| | have all his rites. | |
| LEONATO | Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just | |
| | seven-night; and a time too brief, too, to have all | 320 |
| | things answer my mind. | |
| DON PEDRO | Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing: | |
| | but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not go | |
| | dully by us. I will in the interim undertake one of | |
| | Hercules' labours; which is, to bring Signior | 325 |
| | Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of | |
| | affection the one with the other. I would fain have | |
| | it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it, if | |
| | you three will but minister such assistance as I | |
| | shall give you direction. | 330 |
| LEONATO | My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten | |
| | nights' watchings. | |
| CLAUDIO | And I, my lord. | |
| DON PEDRO | And you too, gentle Hero? | |
| HERO | I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my | 335 |
| | cousin to a good husband. | |
| DON PEDRO | And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that | |
| | I know. Thus far can I praise him; he is of a noble | |
| | strain, of approved valour and confirmed honesty. I | |
| | will teach you how to humour your cousin, that she | 340 |
| | shall fall in love with Benedick; and I, with your | |
| | two helps, will so practise on Benedick that, in | |
| | despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he | |
| | shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, | |
| | Cupid is no longer an archer: his glory shall be | 345 |
| | ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with me, | |
| | and I will tell you my drift. | |
| | Exeunt | |