ACT I
SCENE I | Before LEONATO'S house. |
| Enter LEONATO, HERO, and BEATRICE, with a
Messenger |
LEONATO | I learn in this letter that Don Peter of Arragon |
| comes this night to Messina. |
Messenger | He is very near by this: he was not three leagues off |
| when I left him. | 5 |
LEONATO | How many gentlemen have you lost in this action? |
Messenger | But few of any sort, and none of name. |
LEONATO | A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings |
| home full numbers. I find here that Don Peter hath |
| bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio. | 10 |
Messenger | Much deserved on his part and equally remembered by |
| Don Pedro: he hath borne himself beyond the |
| promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, |
| the feats of a lion: he hath indeed better |
| bettered expectation than you must expect of me to | 15 |
| tell you how. |
LEONATO | He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much |
| glad of it. |
Messenger | I have already delivered him letters, and there |
| appears much joy in him; even so much that joy could | 20 |
| not show itself modest enough without a badge of |
| bitterness. |
LEONATO | Did he break out into tears? |
Messenger | In great measure. |
LEONATO | A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces | 25 |
| truer than those that are so washed. How much |
| better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping! |
BEATRICE | I pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from the |
| wars or no? |
Messenger | I know none of that name, lady: there was none such | 30 |
| in the army of any sort. |
LEONATO | What is he that you ask for, niece? |
HERO | My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua. |
Messenger | O, he's returned; and as pleasant as ever he was. |
BEATRICE | He set up his bills here in Messina and challenged | 35 |
| Cupid at the flight; and my uncle's fool, reading |
| the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged |
| him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he |
| killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath |
| he killed? for indeed I promised to eat all of his killing. | 40 |
LEONATO | Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; |
| but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. |
Messenger | He hath done good service, lady, in these wars. |
BEATRICE | You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it: |
| he is a very valiant trencherman; he hath an | 45 |
| excellent stomach. |
Messenger | And a good soldier too, lady. |
BEATRICE | And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord? |
Messenger | A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all |
| honourable virtues. | 50 |
BEATRICE | It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed man: |
| but for the stuffing,--well, we are all mortal. |
LEONATO | You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a |
| kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her: |
| they never meet but there's a skirmish of wit | 55 |
| between them. |
BEATRICE | Alas! he gets nothing by that. In our last |
| conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and |
| now is the whole man governed with one: so that if |
| he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him | 60 |
| bear it for a difference between himself and his |
| horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, |
| to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his |
| companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother. |
Messenger | Is't possible? | 65 |
BEATRICE | Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as |
| the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the |
| next block. |
Messenger | I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books. |
BEATRICE | No; an he were, I would burn my study. But, I pray | 70 |
| you, who is his companion? Is there no young |
| squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil? |
Messenger | He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio. |
BEATRICE | O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he |
| is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker | 75 |
| runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! if |
| he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a |
| thousand pound ere a' be cured. |
Messenger | I will hold friends with you, lady. |
BEATRICE | Do, good friend. | 80 |
LEONATO | You will never run mad, niece. |
BEATRICE | No, not till a hot January. |
Messenger | Don Pedro is approached. |
| Enter DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK,
and BALTHASAR |
DON PEDRO | Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your |
| trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid | 85 |
| cost, and you encounter it. |
LEONATO | Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of |
| your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should |
| remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides |
| and happiness takes his leave. | 90 |
DON PEDRO | You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this |
| is your daughter. |
LEONATO | Her mother hath many times told me so. |
BENEDICK | Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? |
LEONATO | Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a child. | 95 |
DON PEDRO | You have it full, Benedick: we may guess by this |
| what you are, being a man. Truly, the lady fathers |
| herself. Be happy, lady; for you are like an |
| honourable father. |
BENEDICK | If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not | 100 |
| have his head on her shoulders for all Messina, as |
| like him as she is. |
BEATRICE | I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior |
| Benedick: nobody marks you. |
BENEDICK | What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? | 105 |
BEATRICE | Is it possible disdain should die while she hath |
| such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? |
| Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come |
| in her presence. |
BENEDICK | Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I | 110 |
| am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I |
| would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard |
| heart; for, truly, I love none. |
BEATRICE | A dear happiness to women: they would else have |
| been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God | 115 |
| and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I |
| had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man |
| swear he loves me. |
BENEDICK | God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some |
| gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate | 120 |
| scratched face. |
BEATRICE | Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such |
| a face as yours were. |
BENEDICK | Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. |
BEATRICE | A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours. | 125 |
BENEDICK | I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and |
| so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's |
| name; I have done. |
BEATRICE | You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old. |
DON PEDRO | That is the sum of all, Leonato. Signior Claudio | 130 |
| and Signior Benedick, my dear friend Leonato hath |
| invited you all. I tell him we shall stay here at |
| the least a month; and he heartily prays some |
| occasion may detain us longer. I dare swear he is no |
| hypocrite, but prays from his heart. | 135 |
LEONATO | If you swear, my lord, you shall not be forsworn. |
| To DON JOHN |
| Let me bid you welcome, my lord: being reconciled to |
| the prince your brother, I owe you all duty. |
DON JOHN | I thank you: I am not of many words, but I thank |
| you. | 140 |
LEONATO | Please it your grace lead on? |
DON PEDRO | Your hand, Leonato; we will go together. |
| Exeunt all except BENEDICK and CLAUDIO |
CLAUDIO | Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato? |
BENEDICK | I noted her not; but I looked on her. |
CLAUDIO | Is she not a modest young lady? | 145 |
BENEDICK | Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for |
| my simple true judgment; or would you have me speak |
| after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex? |
CLAUDIO | No; I pray thee speak in sober judgment. |
BENEDICK | Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high | 150 |
| praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little |
| for a great praise: only this commendation I can |
| afford her, that were she other than she is, she |
| were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I |
| do not like her. | 155 |
CLAUDIO | Thou thinkest I am in sport: I pray thee tell me |
| truly how thou likest her. |
BENEDICK | Would you buy her, that you inquire after her? |
CLAUDIO | Can the world buy such a jewel? |
BENEDICK | Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this | 160 |
| with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack, |
| to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and Vulcan a |
| rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall a man take |
| you, to go in the song? |
CLAUDIO | In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I | 165 |
| looked on. |
BENEDICK | I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such |
| matter: there's her cousin, an she were not |
| possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty |
| as the first of May doth the last of December. But I | 170 |
| hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you? |
CLAUDIO | I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the |
| contrary, if Hero would be my wife. |
BENEDICK | Is't come to this? In faith, hath not the world |
| one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? | 175 |
| Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? |
| Go to, i' faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck |
| into a yoke, wear the print of it and sigh away |
| Sundays. Look Don Pedro is returned to seek you. |
| Re-enter DON PEDRO |
DON PEDRO | What secret hath held you here, that you followed | 180 |
| not to Leonato's? |
BENEDICK | I would your grace would constrain me to tell. |
DON PEDRO | I charge thee on thy allegiance. |
BENEDICK | You hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret as a dumb |
| man; I would have you think so; but, on my | 185 |
| allegiance, mark you this, on my allegiance. He is |
| in love. With who? now that is your grace's part. |
| Mark how short his answer is;--With Hero, Leonato's |
| short daughter. |
CLAUDIO | If this were so, so were it uttered. | 190 |
BENEDICK | Like the old tale, my lord: 'it is not so, nor |
| 'twas not so, but, indeed, God forbid it should be |
| so.' |
CLAUDIO | If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it |
| should be otherwise. | 195 |
DON PEDRO | Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy. |
CLAUDIO | You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. |
DON PEDRO | By my troth, I speak my thought. |
CLAUDIO | And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. |
BENEDICK | And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine. | 200 |
CLAUDIO | That I love her, I feel. |
DON PEDRO | That she is worthy, I know. |
BENEDICK | That I neither feel how she should be loved nor |
| know how she should be worthy, is the opinion that |
| fire cannot melt out of me: I will die in it at the stake. | 205 |
DON PEDRO | Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite |
| of beauty. |
CLAUDIO | And never could maintain his part but in the force |
| of his will. |
BENEDICK | That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she | 210 |
| brought me up, I likewise give her most humble |
| thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my |
| forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, |
| all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do |
| them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the | 215 |
| right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which |
| I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor. |
DON PEDRO | I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love. |
BENEDICK | With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord, |
| not with love: prove that ever I lose more blood | 220 |
| with love than I will get again with drinking, pick |
| out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and hang me |
| up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of |
| blind Cupid. |
DON PEDRO | Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou | 225 |
| wilt prove a notable argument. |
BENEDICK | If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot |
| at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on |
| the shoulder, and called Adam. |
DON PEDRO | Well, as time shall try: 'In time the savage bull | 230 |
| doth bear the yoke.' |
BENEDICK | The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible |
| Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set |
| them in my forehead: and let me be vilely painted, |
| and in such great letters as they write 'Here is | 235 |
| good horse to hire,' let them signify under my sign |
| 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.' |
CLAUDIO | If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn-mad. |
DON PEDRO | Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in |
| Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. | 240 |
BENEDICK | I look for an earthquake too, then. |
DON PEDRO | Well, you temporize with the hours. In the |
| meantime, good Signior Benedick, repair to |
| Leonato's: commend me to him and tell him I will |
| not fail him at supper; for indeed he hath made | 245 |
| great preparation. |
BENEDICK | I have almost matter enough in me for such an |
| embassage; and so I commit you-- |
CLAUDIO | To the tuition of God: From my house, if I had it,-- |
DON PEDRO | The sixth of July: Your loving friend, Benedick. | 250 |
BENEDICK | Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your |
| discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and |
| the guards are but slightly basted on neither: ere |
| you flout old ends any further, examine your |
| conscience: and so I leave you. | 255 |
| Exit |
CLAUDIO | My liege, your highness now may do me good. |
DON PEDRO | My love is thine to teach: teach it but how, |
| And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn |
| Any hard lesson that may do thee good. |
CLAUDIO | Hath Leonato any son, my lord? | 260 |
DON PEDRO | No child but Hero; she's his only heir. |
| Dost thou affect her, Claudio? |
CLAUDIO | O, my lord, |
| When you went onward on this ended action, |
| I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, | 265 |
| That liked, but had a rougher task in hand |
| Than to drive liking to the name of love: |
| But now I am return'd and that war-thoughts |
| Have left their places vacant, in their rooms |
| Come thronging soft and delicate desires, | 270 |
| All prompting me how fair young Hero is, |
| Saying, I liked her ere I went to wars. |
DON PEDRO | Thou wilt be like a lover presently |
| And tire the hearer with a book of words. |
| If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it, | 275 |
| And I will break with her and with her father, |
| And thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end |
| That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? |
CLAUDIO | How sweetly you do minister to love, |
| That know love's grief by his complexion! | 280 |
| But lest my liking might too sudden seem, |
| I would have salved it with a longer treatise. |
DON PEDRO | What need the bridge much broader than the flood? |
| The fairest grant is the necessity. |
| Look, what will serve is fit: 'tis once, thou lovest, | 285 |
| And I will fit thee with the remedy. |
| I know we shall have revelling to-night: |
| I will assume thy part in some disguise |
| And tell fair Hero I am Claudio, |
| And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart | 290 |
| And take her hearing prisoner with the force |
| And strong encounter of my amorous tale: |
| Then after to her father will I break; |
| And the conclusion is, she shall be thine. |
| In practise let us put it presently. | 295 |
| Exeunt |