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Enter HERO , MARGARET , and URSULA
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Enter HERO , MARGARET , and URSULA
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HERO Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula
5 Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheardst us,
And bid her steal into the pleachèd bower
Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites
10 Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her
To listen our propose. This is thy office.
Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.
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HERO Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheardst us,
And bid her steal into the pleachèd bower
Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her
To listen our propose. This is thy office.
Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.
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MARGARET I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
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MARGARET I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
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Exit
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Exit
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HERO 15 Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick.
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
20 My talk to thee must be how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter
Is little Cupid’s crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay.
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HERO Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick.
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
My talk to thee must be how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter
Is little Cupid’s crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay.
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Enter BEATRICE , behind
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Enter BEATRICE , behind
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Now begin,
For look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs
25 Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
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Now begin,
For look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
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URSULA (aside to HERO)
The pleasant’st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
30 So angle we for Beatrice, who even now
Is couchèd in the woodbine coverture.
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
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URSULA (aside to HERO)
The pleasant’st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
So angle we for Beatrice, who even now
Is couchèd in the woodbine coverture.
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
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HERO (aside to URSULA)
Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
35 Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.—
(approaching the bower)
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful.
I know her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.
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HERO (aside to URSULA)
Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.—
(approaching the bower)
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful.
I know her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.
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URSULA But are you sure
40 That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
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URSULA But are you sure
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
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HERO So says the Prince and my new-trothèd lord.
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HERO So says the Prince and my new-trothèd lord.
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URSULA And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
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URSULA And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
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HERO They did entreat me to acquaint her of it,
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
45 To wish him wrestle with affection
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
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HERO They did entreat me to acquaint her of it,
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with affection
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
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URSULA Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
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URSULA Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
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HERO 50 O god of love! I know he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man,
But Nature never framed a woman’s heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
55 Misprizing what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak. She cannot love
Nor take no shape nor project of affection
She is so self-endeared.
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HERO O god of love! I know he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man,
But Nature never framed a woman’s heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprizing what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak. She cannot love
Nor take no shape nor project of affection
She is so self-endeared.
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URSULA Sure, I think so,
60 And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
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URSULA Sure, I think so,
And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
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HERO Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured
But she would spell him backward. If fair-faced,
65 She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;
If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
If low, an agate very vilely cut;
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
70 If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
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HERO Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured
But she would spell him backward. If fair-faced,
She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;
If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
If low, an agate very vilely cut;
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
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URSULA Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
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URSULA Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
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HERO 75 No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
She would mock me into air. O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
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HERO No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
She would mock me into air. O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
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80 Therefore let Benedick, like covered fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly.
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as die with tickling.
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Therefore let Benedick, like covered fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly.
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as die with tickling.
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URSULA Yet tell her of it. Hear what she will say.
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URSULA Yet tell her of it. Hear what she will say.
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HERO 85 No, rather I will go to Benedick
And counsel him to fight against his passion;
And truly I’ll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
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HERO No, rather I will go to Benedick
And counsel him to fight against his passion;
And truly I’ll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
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URSULA 90 O, do not do your cousin such a wrong!
She cannot be so much without true judgment,
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have, as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
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URSULA O, do not do your cousin such a wrong!
She cannot be so much without true judgment,
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have, as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
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HERO 95 He is the only man of Italy,
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
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HERO He is the only man of Italy,
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
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URSULA I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Speaking my fancy. Signor Benedick,
For shape, for bearing, argument and valor,
100 Goes foremost in report through Italy.
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URSULA I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Speaking my fancy. Signor Benedick,
For shape, for bearing, argument and valor,
Goes foremost in report through Italy.
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HERO Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
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HERO Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
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URSULA His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
When are you married, madam?
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URSULA His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
When are you married, madam?
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HERO Why, every day, tomorrow. Come, go in.
105 I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me tomorrow.
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HERO Why, every day, tomorrow. Come, go in.
I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me tomorrow.
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They move aside from the bower
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They move aside from the bower
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URSULA (aside to HERO)
She’s limed, I warrant you. We have caught her, madam.
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URSULA (aside to HERO)
She’s limed, I warrant you. We have caught her, madam.
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HERO (aside to URSULA)
110 If it proves so, then loving goes by haps;
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
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HERO (aside to URSULA)
If it proves so, then loving goes by haps;
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
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Exeunt HERO andURSULA
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Exeunt HERO andURSULA
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BEATRICE (coming forward)
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
115 Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
120 To bind our loves up in a holy band.
For others say thou dost deserve, and I
Believe it better than reportingly.
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BEATRICE (coming forward)
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band.
For others say thou dost deserve, and I
Believe it better than reportingly.
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Exit
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Exit
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter HERO , MARGARET , and URSULA
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Enter HERO , MARGARET , and URSULA
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HERO Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula
5 Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheardst us,
And bid her steal into the pleachèd bower
Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites
10 Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her
To listen our propose. This is thy office.
Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.
|
HERO Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper her ear and tell her I and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheardst us,
And bid her steal into the pleachèd bower
Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her
To listen our propose. This is thy office.
Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.
|
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MARGARET I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
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MARGARET I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
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Exit
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Exit
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HERO 15 Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick.
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
20 My talk to thee must be how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter
Is little Cupid’s crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay.
|
HERO Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick.
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
My talk to thee must be how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter
Is little Cupid’s crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay.
|
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Enter BEATRICE , behind
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Enter BEATRICE , behind
|
|
Now begin,
For look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs
25 Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
|
Now begin,
For look where Beatrice like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
|
|
URSULA (aside to HERO)
The pleasant’st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
30 So angle we for Beatrice, who even now
Is couchèd in the woodbine coverture.
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
|
URSULA (aside to HERO)
The pleasant’st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
So angle we for Beatrice, who even now
Is couchèd in the woodbine coverture.
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
|
|
HERO (aside to URSULA)
Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
35 Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.—
(approaching the bower)
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful.
I know her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.
|
HERO (aside to URSULA)
Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.—
(approaching the bower)
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful.
I know her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.
|
|
URSULA But are you sure
40 That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
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URSULA But are you sure
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
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HERO So says the Prince and my new-trothèd lord.
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HERO So says the Prince and my new-trothèd lord.
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URSULA And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
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URSULA And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
|
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HERO They did entreat me to acquaint her of it,
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
45 To wish him wrestle with affection
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
|
HERO They did entreat me to acquaint her of it,
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with affection
And never to let Beatrice know of it.
|
|
URSULA Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
|
URSULA Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
|
|
HERO 50 O god of love! I know he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man,
But Nature never framed a woman’s heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
55 Misprizing what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak. She cannot love
Nor take no shape nor project of affection
She is so self-endeared.
|
HERO O god of love! I know he doth deserve
As much as may be yielded to a man,
But Nature never framed a woman’s heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprizing what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak. She cannot love
Nor take no shape nor project of affection
She is so self-endeared.
|
|
URSULA Sure, I think so,
60 And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
|
URSULA Sure, I think so,
And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
|
|
HERO Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured
But she would spell him backward. If fair-faced,
65 She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;
If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
If low, an agate very vilely cut;
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
70 If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
|
HERO Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured
But she would spell him backward. If fair-faced,
She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;
If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antic,
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
If low, an agate very vilely cut;
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out
And never gives to truth and virtue that
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
|
|
URSULA Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
|
URSULA Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
|
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HERO 75 No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
She would mock me into air. O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
|
HERO No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
She would mock me into air. O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
|
|
80 Therefore let Benedick, like covered fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly.
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as die with tickling.
|
Therefore let Benedick, like covered fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly.
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as die with tickling.
|
|
URSULA Yet tell her of it. Hear what she will say.
|
URSULA Yet tell her of it. Hear what she will say.
|
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HERO 85 No, rather I will go to Benedick
And counsel him to fight against his passion;
And truly I’ll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
|
HERO No, rather I will go to Benedick
And counsel him to fight against his passion;
And truly I’ll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking.
|
|
URSULA 90 O, do not do your cousin such a wrong!
She cannot be so much without true judgment,
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have, as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
|
URSULA O, do not do your cousin such a wrong!
She cannot be so much without true judgment,
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have, as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
|
|
HERO 95 He is the only man of Italy,
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
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HERO He is the only man of Italy,
Always excepted my dear Claudio.
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|
URSULA I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Speaking my fancy. Signor Benedick,
For shape, for bearing, argument and valor,
100 Goes foremost in report through Italy.
|
URSULA I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Speaking my fancy. Signor Benedick,
For shape, for bearing, argument and valor,
Goes foremost in report through Italy.
|
|
HERO Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
|
HERO Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
|
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URSULA His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
When are you married, madam?
|
URSULA His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
When are you married, madam?
|
|
HERO Why, every day, tomorrow. Come, go in.
105 I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me tomorrow.
|
HERO Why, every day, tomorrow. Come, go in.
I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me tomorrow.
|
|
They move aside from the bower
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They move aside from the bower
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URSULA (aside to HERO)
She’s limed, I warrant you. We have caught her, madam.
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URSULA (aside to HERO)
She’s limed, I warrant you. We have caught her, madam.
|
|
HERO (aside to URSULA)
110 If it proves so, then loving goes by haps;
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
|
HERO (aside to URSULA)
If it proves so, then loving goes by haps;
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
|
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Exeunt HERO andURSULA
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Exeunt HERO andURSULA
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BEATRICE (coming forward)
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
115 Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
120 To bind our loves up in a holy band.
For others say thou dost deserve, and I
Believe it better than reportingly.
|
BEATRICE (coming forward)
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
To bind our loves up in a holy band.
For others say thou dost deserve, and I
Believe it better than reportingly.
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Exit
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Exit
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