Act 2, Scene 3
--LEONATO'S Garden.
- [Enter Benedick.]
- Benedick
- 644 Boy!
- [Enter a Boy.]
- Boy
- 645 Signior?
- Benedick
- 646 In my chamber-window lies a book; bring it hither to me in the
- 647 orchard.
- Boy
- 648 I am here already, sir.
- Benedick
- 649 I know that; but I would have thee hence, and here again.
- [Exit Boy.]
- Benedick
- 650 I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool
- 651 when he dedicates his behaviours to love, will, after he hath laughed
- 652 at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own
- 653 scorn by falling in love: and such a man is Claudio. I have known,
- 654 when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife; and now had
- 655 he rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known when he would have
- 656 walked ten mile afoot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten
- 657 nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to
- 658 speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and
- 659 now is he turned orthography; his words are a very fantastical
- 660 banquet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so converted, and see
- 661 with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not be sworn but
- 662 love may transform me to an oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till
- 663 he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool. One
- 664 woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another
- 665 virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman
- 666 shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or
- 667 I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never
- 668 look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel;
- 669 of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what
- 670 colour it please God. Ha! the prince and Monsieur Love! I will hide me
- 671 in the arbour.
- [Withdraws.]
- [Enter DON PEDRO, LEONATO, and CLAUDIO, followed by BALTHAZAR and Musicians.]
- Don Pedro
- 672 Come, shall we hear this music?
- Claudio
- 673 Yea, my good lord.
- 674 How still the evening is,
- 675 As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony!
- Don Pedro
- 676 See you where Benedick hath hid himself?
- Claudio
- 677 O! very well, my lord: the music ended,
- 678 We'll fit the kid-fox with a penny-worth.
- Don Pedro
- 679 Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song again.
- Balthasar
- 680 O! good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
- 681 To slander music any more than once.
- Don Pedro
- 682 It is the witness still of excellency,
- 683 To put a strange face on his own perfection.
- 684 I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.
- Balthasar
- 685 Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;
- 686 Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
- 687 To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes;
- 688 Yet will he swear he loves.
- Don Pedro
- 689 Nay, pray thee come;
- 690 Or if thou wilt hold longer argument,
- 691 Do it in notes.
- Balthasar
- 692 Note this before my notes;
- 693 There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
- Don Pedro
- 694 Why these are very crotchets that he speaks;
- 695 Notes, notes, forsooth, and nothing!
- [Music.]
- Benedick
- 696 Now, divine air! now is his soul ravished! Is it not strange that
- 697 sheep's gutsshould hale souls out of men's bodies? Well, a horn for
- 698 my money, when all's done.
- [Balthasar sings.]
- Balthasar
- 699 Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
- 700 Men were deceivers ever;
- 701 One foot in sea, and one on shore,
- 702 To one thing constant never.
- 703 Then sigh not so,
- 704 But let them go,
- 705 And be you blithe and bonny,
- 706 Converting all your sounds of woe
- 707 Into Hey nonny, nonny.
- Balthasar
- 708 Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
- 709 Of dumps so dull and heavy;
- 710 The fraud of men was ever so,
- 711 Since summer first was leavy.
- 712 Then sigh not so,
- 713 But let them go,
- 714 And be you blithe and bonny,
- 715 Converting all your sounds of woe
- 716 Into Hey nonny, nonny.
- Don Pedro
- 717 By my troth, a good song.
- Balthasar
- 718 And an ill singer, my lord.
- Don Pedro
- 719 Ha, no, no, faith; thou singest well enough for a shift.
- [Aside.]
- Benedick
- 720 An he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they would
- 721 have hanged him; and I pray God his bad voice bode no mischief. I had
- 722 as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come
- 723 after it.
- Don Pedro
- 724 Yea, marry; dost thou hear, Balthazar? I pray thee, get us some
- 725 excellent music, for to-morrow night we would have it at the Lady
- 726 Hero's chamber-window.
- Balthasar
- 727 The best I can, my lord.
- Don Pedro
- 728 Do so: farewell.
- [Exeunt BALTHAZAR and Musicians.]
- Don Pedro
- 729 Come hither, Leonato: what was it you told me of to-day, that your
- 730 niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick?
- Claudio
- 731 O! ay:—
- [Aside to DON PEDRO]
- Claudio
- 732 Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl sits. I did never
- 733 think that lady would have loved any man.
- Leonato
- 734 No, nor I neither; but most wonderful that she should so dote on
- 735 Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemed ever
- 736 to abhor.
- [Aside.]
- Benedick
- 737 Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner?
- Leonato
- 738 By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it but that she
- 739 loves him with an enraged affection: it is past the infinite of thought.
- Don Pedro
- 740 May be she doth but counterfeit.
- Claudio
- 741 Faith, like enough.
- Leonato
- 742 O God! counterfeit! There was never counterfeit of passion came so near
- 743 the life of passion as she discovers it.
- Don Pedro
- 744 Why, what effects of passion shows she?
- [Aside.]
- Claudio
- 745 Bait the hook well: this fish will bite.
- Leonato
- 746 What effects, my lord? She will sit you;
- [To Claudio.]
- Leonato
- 747 You heard
- 748 my daughter tell you how.
- Claudio
- 749 She did, indeed.
- Don Pedro
- 750 How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: I would have thought her spirit
- 751 had been invincible against all assaults of affection.
- Leonato
- 752 I would have sworn it had, my lord; especially against Benedick.
- [Aside]
- Benedick
- 753 I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded
- 754 fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence.
- [Aside.]
- Claudio
- 755 He hath ta'en the infection: hold it up.
- Don Pedro
- 756 Hath she made her affection known to Benedick?
- Leonato
- 757 No; and swears she never will: that's her torment.
- Claudio
- 758 Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: 'Shall I,' says she, 'that
- 759 have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?'
- Leonato
- 760 This says she now when she is beginning to write to him; for she'll
- 761 be up twenty times a night, and there will she sit in her smock till
- 762 she have writ a sheet of paper: my daughter tells us all.
- Claudio
- 763 Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jest your
- 764 daughter told us of.
- Leonato
- 765 O! when she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found
- 766 Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet?
- Claudio
- 767 That.
- Leonato
- 768 O! she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; railed at herself,
- 769 that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would
- 770 flout her: 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should
- 771 flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.'
- Claudio
- 772 Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears
- 773 her hair, prays, curses; 'O sweet Benedick! God give me patience!'
- Leonato
- 774 She doth indeed; my daughter says so; and the ecstasy hath so much
- 775 overborne her, that my daughter is sometimes afeard she will do a
- 776 desperate outrage to herself. It is very true.
- Don Pedro
- 777 It were good that Benedick knew of it by some other, if she will
- 778 not discover it.
- Claudio
- 779 To what end? he would make but a sport of it and torment the poor
- 780 lady worse.
- Don Pedro
- 781 An he should, it were an alms to hang him. She's an excellent sweet
- 782 lady, and, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.
- Claudio
- 783 And she is exceeding wise.
- Don Pedro
- 784 In everything but in loving Benedick.
- Leonato
- 785 O! my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have
- 786 ten proofs to one that blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as
- 787 I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.
- Don Pedro
- 788 I would she had bestowed this dotage on me; I would have daffed all
- 789 other respects and made her half myself. I pray you, tell Benedick of
- 790 it, and hear what a' will say.
- Leonato
- 791 Were it good, think you?
- Claudio
- 792 Hero thinks surely she will die; for she says she will die if he love
- 793 her not, and she will die ere she make her love known, and she will die
- 794 if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed
- 795 crossness.
- Don Pedro
- 796 She doth well: if she should make tender of her love, 'tis very
- 797 possible he'll scorn it; for the man,—as you know all,—hath a
- 798 contemptible spirit.
- Claudio
- 799 He is a very proper man.
- Don Pedro
- 800 He hath indeed a good outward happiness.
- Claudio
- 801 Fore God, and in my mind, very wise.
- Don Pedro
- 802 He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit.
- Claudio
- 803 And I take him to be valiant.
- Don Pedro
- 804 As Hector, I assure you: and in the managing of quarrels you may say
- 805 he is wise; for either he avoids them with great discretion, or
- 806 undertakes them with a most Christian-like fear.
- Leonato
- 807 If he do fear God, a' must necessarily keep peace: if he break the
- 808 peace, he ought to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.
- Don Pedro
- 809 And so will he do; for the man doth fear God, howsoever it seems not
- 810 in him by some large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your
- 811 niece. Shall we go seek Benedick and tell him of her love?
- Claudio
- 812 Never tell him, my lord: let her wear it out with good counsel.
- Leonato
- 813 Nay, that's impossible: she may wear her heart out first.
- Don Pedro
- 814 Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter: let it cool the
- 815 while. I love Benedick well, and I could wish he would modestly
- 816 examine himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady.
- Leonato
- 817 My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready.
- [Aside.]
- Claudio
- 818 If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my
- 819 expectation.
- [Aside.]
- Don Pedro
- 820 Let there be the same net spread for her; and that must your
- 821 daughter and her gentle-woman carry. The sport will be, when they hold
- 822 one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter: that's the
- 823 scene that I would see, which will be merely a dumb-show. Let us send
- 824 her to call him in to dinner.
- [Exeunt DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and LEONATO.]
- [Advancing from the arbour.]
- Benedick
- 825 This can be no trick: the conference was
- 826 sadly borne. They have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity
- 827 the lady: it seems her affections have their full bent. Love me! why,
- 828 it must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they say I will bear
- 829 myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too that
- 830 she will rather die than give any sign of affection. I did never think
- 831 to marry: I must not seem proud: happy are they that hear their
- 832 detractions, and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair:
- 833 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous: 'tis so, I cannot
- 834 reprove it; and wise, but for loving me: by my troth, it is no
- 835 addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be
- 836 horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and
- 837 remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against
- 838 marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his
- 839 youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and
- 840 these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his
- 841 humour? No; the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a
- 842 bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Here comes
- 843 Beatrice. By this day! she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love
- 844 in her.
- [Enter BEATRICE.]
- Beatrice
- 845 Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.
- Benedick
- 846 Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
- Beatrice
- 847 I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me:
- 848 if it had been painful, I would not have come.
- Benedick
- 849 You take pleasure then in the message?
- Beatrice
- 850 Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choke
- 851 a daw withal. You have no stomach, signior: fare you well.
- [Exit.]
- Benedick
- 852 Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner,'
- 853 there's a double meaning in that. 'I took no more pains for those
- 854 thanks than you took pains to thank me,' that's as much as to say,
- 855 Any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks. If I do not take
- 856 pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew. I
- 857 will go get her picture.
- [Exit.]