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Act III, Scene ii:
A Room in Leonato's House.
 
[Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato.]
D. Pedro.
I do but stay till your marriage be consummate, and then go
I toward Arragon.
Claud. :
I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe me.
D. Pedro.
Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new gloss of your
marriage, as to show a child his new coat, and forbid him to wear
it. I will only be bold with Benedick for his company; for, from
the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth;
he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little
hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a heart as sound as a
bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks
his tongue speaks.
Bene. :
Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Leon. :
So say I; methinks you are sadder.
Claud. :
I hope he be in love.
D. Pedro.
Hang him, truant; there's no true drop of blood in him, to be
truly touch'd with love: if he be sad, he wants money.
Bene. :
I have the tooth-ach.
D. Pedro.
Draw it.
Bene. :
Hang it!
Claud. :
You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards.
D. Pedro.
What? sigh for the tooth-ach?
Leon. :
Where is but a humour, or a worm!
Bene. :
Well, every one can master a grief, but he that has it.
Claud. :
Yet, say I, he is in love.
D. Pedro.
There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy
that he hath to strange disguises; as to be a Dutchman to-day; a
Frenchman to-morrow;[or in the shape of two countries at once, as, a German from the waist downward, all slops; and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet:]Unless he have a fancy to this
foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you
would have it appear he is.
Claud. :
If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing
old signs: he brushes his hat o' mornings: What should that bode?
D. Pedro.
Hath any man seen him at the barber's?
Claud. :
No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him; and the
old ornament of his cheek hath already stuff'd tennis-balls.
Leon. :
Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by the loss of a beard.
D. Pedro.
Nay, he rubs himself with civet: Can you smell him out by
that?
Claud. :
That's as much as to say, The sweet youth's in love.
D. Pedro.
The greatest note of it is his melancholy.
Claud. :
And when was he wont to wash his face?
D. Pedro.
Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear what they say
of him.
Claud. :
Nay, but his jesting spirit;, which is now crept into a
lutestring, and now governed by stops.
D. Pedro.
Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him: Conclude he is in love.
Claud. :
Nay, but I know who loves him.
D. Pedro.
That would I know too: I warrant, one that knows him not.
Claud. :
Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in despite of all, dies for
him.
D. Pedro.
She shall be buried with her face upwards.
Bene. :
Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach.—Old signior, walk
aside with me; I have studied eight or nine wise words to speak
to you, which these hobby-horses must not hear.
[Exeunt Benedick and Leonato.]
D. Pedro.
For my life, to break with him about Beatrice!
Claud. :
'T is even so: Hero and Margaret have by this played their
parts with Beatrice; and then the two bears will not bite one
another when they meet.
[Enter Don John.]
D. John.
My lord and brother, God save you.
D. Pedro.
Good den, brother.
D. John.
If your leisure served, I would speak with you.
D. Pedro.
In private?
D. John.
If it please you;—yet count Claudio may hear; for what I
would speak of concerns him.
D. Pedro.
What's the matter?
D. John.
Means your lordship to be married to-morrow?[to Claudio]
D. Pedro.
You know he does.
D. John.
I know not that, when he knows what I know.
Claud. :
If there be any impediment, I pray you, discover it.
D. John.
You may think I love you not; let that appear hereafter, and
aim better at me by that I now will manifest. For my brother, I
think, he holds you well; and in dearness of heart hath holp to
effect your ensuing marriage: surely, suit ill spent, and labour
ill bestowed!
D. Pedro.
Why, what's the matter?
D. John.
I came hither to tell you: and, circumstances shortened (for
she has been too long a talking of,) the lady is disloyal.
Claud. :
Who? Hero?
D. John.
Even she; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, every man's Hero.
Claud. :
Disloyal?
D. John.
The word is too good to paint out her wickedness; I could say
she were worse; think you of a worse title, and I will fit her
to. Wonder not till further warrant: go but with me to-night,
you shall see her chamber-window entered; even the night before
her wedding day: if you love her then, to-morrow wed her; but
it would better fit your honour to change your mind.
Claud. :
May this be so?
D. Pedro.
I will not think it.
D. John.
If you dare not trust that you see, confess not that you
know: if you will follow me, I will show you enough; and when you
have seen more, and heard more, proceed accordingly.
Claud. :
If I see anything to-night why I should not marry her
to-morrow, in the congregation, where I should wed, there will I
shame her.
D. Pedro.
And, as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I will join with
thee to disgrace her.
D. John.
I will disparage her no farther, till you are my witnesses:
bear it coldly but till night, and let the issue show itself.
D. Pedro.
O day untowardly turned!
Claud. :
O mischief strangely thwarting!
D. John.
O plague right well prevented!
So will you say when you have seen the sequel.
[Exeunt.]
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