Act 2, Scene 1
A hall in LEONATO'S house.
- [Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, HERO, BEATRICE, and Others.]
- Leonato
- 321 Was not Count John here at supper?
- Antonio
- 322 I saw him not.
- Beatrice
- 323 How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am
- 324 heart-burned an hour after.
- Hero
- 325 He is of a very melancholy disposition.
- Beatrice
- 326 He were an excellent man that were made just in the mid-way between
- 327 him and Benedick: the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and
- 328 the other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling.
- Leonato
- 329 Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half
- 330 Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face,—
- Beatrice
- 331 With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money enough in his purse,
- 332 such a man would win any woman in the world ifa' could get her good
- 333 will.
- Leonato
- 334 By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be
- 335 so shrewd of thy tongue.
- Antonio
- 336 In faith, she's too curst.
- Beatrice
- 337 Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's sending that way;
- 338 for it is said, 'God sends a curst cow short horns;' but to a cow too
- 339 curst he sends none.
- Leonato
- 340 So, by being too curst, God will send you no horns?
- Beatrice
- 341 Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing I am at him
- 342 upon my knees every morning and evening. Lord! I could not endure a
- 343 husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.
- Leonato
- 344 You may light on a husband that hath no beard.
- Beatrice
- 345 What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel and make him my
- 346 waiting-gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and
- 347 he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a
- 348 youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him:
- 349 therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and
- 350 lead his apes into hell.
- Leonato
- 351 Well then, go you into hell?
- Beatrice
- 352 No; but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old
- 353 cuckold, with horns on his head, and say, 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice,
- 354 get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids: 'so deliver I up my
- 355 apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the
- 356 bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.
- [To Hero.]
- Antonio
- 357 Well, niece, I trust you will be ruled by your father.
- Beatrice
- 358 Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy, and say,
- 359 'Father, as it please you:'— but yet for all that, cousin, let him
- 360 be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy, and say,
- 361 'Father, as it please me.'
- Leonato
- 362 Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
- Beatrice
- 363 Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not
- 364 grieve a woman to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to
- 365 make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle,
- 366 I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin
- 367 to match in my kinred.
- Leonato
- 368 Daughter, remember what I told you: if the prince do solicit you
- 369 in that kind, you know your answer.
- Beatrice
- 370 The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not wooed in good
- 371 time: if the prince be too important, tell him there is measure in
- 372 everything, and so dance out the answer. For, hear me, Hero: wooing,
- 373 wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-
- 374 pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as
- 375 fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a measure, full of state
- 376 and ancientry; and then comes Repentance, and with his bad legs, falls
- 377 into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
- Leonato
- 378 Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.
- Beatrice
- 379 I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a church by daylight.
- Leonato
- 380 The revellers are entering, brother: make good room.
- [Enter, DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BALTHASAR, DON JOHN, BORACHIO, MARGARET, URSULA, and Others, masked.]
- Don Pedro
- 381 Lady, will you walk about with your friend?
- Hero
- 382 So you walk softly and look sweetly and say nothing, I am yours
- 383 for the walk; and especially when I walk away.
- Don Pedro
- 384 With me in your company?
- Hero
- 385 I may say so, when I please.
- Don Pedro
- 386 And when please you to say so?
- Hero
- 387 When I like your favour; for God defend the lute should be like
- 388 the case!
- Don Pedro
- 389 My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.
- Hero
- 390 Why, then, your visor should be thatch'd.
- Don Pedro
- 391 Speak low, if you speak love.
- [Takes her aside.]
- Balthasar
- 392 Well, I would you did like me.
- Margaret
- 393 So would not I, for your own sake; for I have many ill qualities.
- Balthasar
- 394 Which is one?
- Margaret
- 395 I say my prayers aloud.
- Balthasar
- 396 I love you the better; the hearers may cry Amen.
- Margaret
- 397 God match me with a good dancer!
- Balthasar
- 398 Amen.
- Margaret
- 399 And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done! Answer,
- 400 clerk.
- Balthasar
- 401 No more words: the clerk is answered.
- Ursula
- 402 I know you well enough: you are Signior Antonio.
- Antonio
- 403 At a word, I am not.
- Ursula
- 404 I know you by the waggling of your head.
- Antonio
- 405 To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
- Ursula
- 406 You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were the very man.
- 407 Here's his dry hand up and down: you are he, you are he.
- Antonio
- 408 At a word, I am not.
- Ursula
- 409 Come, come; do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit?
- 410 Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear,
- 411 and there's an end.
- Beatrice
- 412 Will you not tell me who told you so?
- Benedick
- 413 No, you shall pardon me.
- Beatrice
- 414 Nor will you not tell me who you are?
- Benedick
- 415 Not now.
- Beatrice
- 416 That I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit out of the
- 417 'Hundred Merry Tales.' Well, this was Signior Benedick that said so.
- Benedick
- 418 What's he?
- Beatrice
- 419 I am sure you know him well enough.
- Benedick
- 420 Not I, believe me.
- Beatrice
- 421 Did he never make you laugh?
- Benedick
- 422 I pray you, what is he?
- Beatrice
- 423 Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool; only his gift is
- 424 in devising impossible slanders: none but libertines delight in him;
- 425 and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; for he
- 426 both pleases men and angers them, and then they laugh at him and beat
- 427 him. I am sure he is in the fleet: I would he had boarded me!
- Benedick
- 428 When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say.
- Beatrice
- 429 Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two on me; which,
- 430 peradventure not marked or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy;
- 431 and then there's a partridge wing saved, for the fool will eat no
- 432 supper that night.
- [Music within.]
- Beatrice
- 433 We must follow the leaders.
- Benedick
- 434 In every good thing.
- Beatrice
- 435 Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning.
- [Dance. Then exeunt all but DON JOHN, BORACHIO, and CLAUDIO.]
- Don John
- 436 Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawn her father
- 437 to break with him about it. The ladies follow her and but one visor
- 438 remains.
- Borachio
- 439 And that is Claudio: I know him by his bearing.
- Don John
- 440 Are you not Signior Benedick?
- Claudio
- 441 You know me well; I am he.
- Don John
- 442 Signior, you are very near my brother in his love: he is enamoured
- 443 on Hero; I pray you, dissuade him from her; she is no equal for his
- 444 birth: you may do the part of an honest man in it.
- Claudio
- 445 How know you he loves her?
- Don John
- 446 I heard him swear his affection.
- Borachio
- 447 So did I too; and he swore he would marry her to-night.
- Don John
- 448 Come, let us to the banquet.
- [Exeunt DON JOHN and BORACHIO.]
- Claudio
- 449 Thus answer I in name of Benedick,
- 450 But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.
- 451 'Tis certain so; the prince wooes for himself.
- 452 Friendship is constant in all other things
- 453 Save in the office and affairs of love:
- 454 herefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
- 455 Let every eye negotiate for itself
- 456 And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
- 457 Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
- 458 This is an accident of hourly proof,
- 459 Which I mistrusted not. Farewell, therefore, Hero!
- [Re-enter Benedick.]
- Benedick
- 460 Count Claudio?
- Claudio
- 461 Yea, the same.
- Benedick
- 462 Come, will you go with me?
- Claudio
- 463 Whither?
- Benedick
- 464 Even to the next willow, about your own business, count. What fashion
- 465 will you wear the garland of? About your neck, like a usurer's chain?
- 466 or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way,
- 467 for the prince hath got your Hero.
- Claudio
- 468 I wish him joy of her.
- Benedick
- 469 Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier: so they sell bullocks.
- 470 But did you think the prince would have served you thus?
- Claudio
- 471 I pray you, leave me.
- Benedick
- 472 Ho! now you strike like the blind man: 'twas the boy that stole
- 473 your meat, and you'll beat the post.
- Claudio
- 474 If it will not be, I'll leave you.
- [Exit.]
- Benedick
- 475 Alas! poor hurt fowl. Now will he creep into sedges. But, that my
- 476 Lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me! The prince's fool! Ha!
- 477 it may be I go under that title because I am merry. Yea, but so I am
- 478 apt to do myself wrong; I am not so reputed: it is the base though
- 479 bitter disposition of Beatrice that puts the world into her person,
- 480 and so gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may.
- [Re-enter Don Pedro.]
- Don Pedro
- 481 Now, signior, where's the count? Did you see him?
- Benedick
- 482 Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame. I found him here
- 483 as melancholy as a lodge in a warren. I told him, and I think I told
- 484 him true, that your Grace had got the good will of this young lady;
- 485 and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a
- 486 garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy
- 487 to be whipped.
- Don Pedro
- 488 To be whipped! What's his fault?
- Benedick
- 489 The flat transgression of a school-boy, who, being overjoy'd with
- 490 finding a bird's nest, shows it his companion, and he steals it.
- Don Pedro
- 491 Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The transgression is in
- 492 the stealer.
- Benedick
- 493 Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made, and the garland too;
- 494 for the garland he might have worn himself, and the rod he might have
- 495 bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his bird's nest.
- Don Pedro
- 496 I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner.
- Benedick
- 497 If their singing answer your saying, by my faith, you say honestly.
- Don Pedro
- 498 The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you: the gentleman that danced
- 499 with her told her she is much wronged by you.
- Benedick
- 500 O! she misused me past the endurance of a block: an oak but with one
- 501 green leaf on it, would have answered her: my very visor began to
- 502 assume life and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been
- 503 myself, that I was the prince's jester, that I was duller than a great
- 504 thaw; huddling jest upon jest with such impossible conveyance upon me,
- 505 that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me.
- 506 She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as
- 507 terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would
- 508 infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were
- 509 endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed: she
- 510 would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club
- 511 to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her; you shall find her the
- 512 infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholar would conjure
- 513 her, for certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell
- 514 as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose because they would go
- 515 thither; so indeed, all disquiet, horror and perturbation follow her.
- [Re-enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, HERO, and LEONATO.]
- Don Pedro
- 516 Look! here she comes.
- Benedick
- 517 Will your Grace command me any service to the world's end? I will go
- 518 on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes that you can devise to
- 519 send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the furthest inch
- 520 of Asia; bring you the length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a hair
- 521 off the Great Cham's beard; do you any embassage to the Pygmies,
- 522 rather than hold three words' conference with this harpy. You have no
- 523 employment for me?
- Don Pedro
- 524 None, but to desire your good company.
- Benedick
- 525 O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I cannot endure my Lady Tongue.
- [Exit.]
- Don Pedro
- 526 Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.
- Beatrice
- 527 Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a
- 528 double heart for a single one: marry, once before he won it of me with
- 529 false dice, therefore your Grace may well say I have lost it.
- Don Pedro
- 530 You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.
- Beatrice
- 531 So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother
- 532 of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek.
- Don Pedro
- 533 Why, how now, count! wherefore are you sad?
- Claudio
- 534 Not sad, my lord.
- Don Pedro
- 535 How then? Sick?
- Claudio
- 536 Neither, my lord.
- Beatrice
- 537 The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil
- 538 count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
- Don Pedro
- 539 I' faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; though, I'll be sworn,
- 540 if he be so, his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy
- 541 name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with her father, and, his good
- 542 will obtained; name the day of marriage, and God give thee joy!
- Leonato
- 543 Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his
- 544 Grace hath made the match, and all grace say Amen to it!
- Beatrice
- 545 Speak, Count, 'tis your cue.
- Claudio
- 546 Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I
- 547 could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for
- 548 you and dote upon the exchange.
- Beatrice
- 549 Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let
- 550 not him speak neither.
- Don Pedro
- 551 In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
- Beatrice
- 552 Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.
- 553 My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart.
- Claudio
- 554 And so she doth, cousin.
- Beatrice
- 555 Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I
- 556 am sunburnt. I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!
- Don Pedro
- 557 Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.
- Beatrice
- 558 I would rather have one of your father's getting. Hath your Grace ne'er
- 559 a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could
- 560 come by them.
- Don Pedro
- 561 Will you have me, lady?
- Beatrice
- 562 No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days: your Grace
- 563 is too costly to wear every day. But, I beseech your Grace, pardon me;
- 564 I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
- Don Pedro
- 565 Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for out
- 566 of question, you were born in a merry hour.
- Beatrice
- 567 No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced,
- 568 and under that was I born. Cousins, God give you joy!
- Leonato
- 569 Niece, will you look to those things I told you of?
- Beatrice
- 570 I cry you mercy, uncle. By your Grace's pardon.
- [Exit.]
- Don Pedro
- 571 By my troth, a pleasant spirited lady.
- Leonato
- 572 There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never
- 573 sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then, for I have heard my
- 574 daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself
- 575 with laughing.
- Don Pedro
- 576 She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
- Leonato
- 577 O! by no means: she mocks all her wooers out of suit.
- Don Pedro
- 578 She were an excellent wife for Benedick.
- Leonato
- 579 O Lord! my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk
- 580 themselves mad.
- Don Pedro
- 581 Count Claudio, when mean you to go to church?
- Claudio
- 582 To-morrow, my lord. Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
- Leonato
- 583 Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-night; and a
- 584 time too brief too, to have all things answer my mind.
- Don Pedro
- 585 Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing; but, I warrant thee,
- 586 Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us. I will in the interim
- 587 undertake one of Hercules' labours, which is, to bring Signior Benedick
- 588 and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection the one with the
- 589 other. I would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but to fashion it,
- 590 if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you
- 591 direction.
- Leonato
- 592 My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights' watchings.
- Claudio
- 593 And I, my lord.
- Don Pedro
- 594 And you too, gentle Hero?
- Hero
- 595 I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good
- 596 husband.
- Don Pedro
- 597 And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that I know. Thus far
- 598 can I praise him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, and
- 599 confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to humour your cousin, that
- 600 she shall fall in love with Benedick; and I, with your two helps, will
- 601 so practise on Benedick that, in despite of his quick wit and his
- 602 queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do
- 603 this, Cupid is no longer an archer: his glory shall be ours, for we
- 604 are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my drift.
- [Exeunt.]