I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night

to Messina.

He is very near by this: he was not three leagues off when I left him.

How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?

But few of any sort, and none of name.

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full

numbers. I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a

young Florentine called Claudio.

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 tell you how.

He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.

I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much

joy in him; even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough

without a badge of bitterness.

Did he break out into tears?

In great measure.

A kind overflow of kindness. There are no faces truer than those

that are so washed; how much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at

weeping!

I pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from the wars or no?

I know none of that name, lady: there was none such in the army

of any sort.

What is he that you ask for, niece?

My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.

O! he is returned, and as pleasant as ever he was.

He set up his bills here in Messina and challenged 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.

Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; but he’ll

be meet with you, I doubt it not.

He hath done good service, lady, in these wars.

You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it; he is a very

valiant trencher-man; he hath an excellent stomach.

And a good soldier too, lady.

And a good soldier to a lady; but what is he to a lord?

A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable

virtues.

It is so indeed; he is no less than a stuffed man; but for the

stuffing,—well, we are all mortal.

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 between them.

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 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.

Is’t possible?

Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashion of

his hat; it ever changes with the next block.

I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

No; and he were, I would burn my study. But I pray you, who is

his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with

him to the devil?

He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner

caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the

noble Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand

pound ere he be cured.

I will hold friends with you, lady.

Do, good friend.

You will never run mad, niece.

No, not till a hot January.

Don Pedro is approached.

Balthasar and Others.

Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble: the

fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

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.

You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is

your daughter.

Her mother hath many times told me so.

Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her?

Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a child.

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.

If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on

her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she is.

I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick:

nobody marks you.

What! my dear Lady Disdain, are you yet living?

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.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I 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.

A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled

with a pernicious suitor. I thank God 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.

God keep your Ladyship still in that mind; so some gentleman or

other shall scape a predestinate scratched face.

Scratching could not make it worse, and ’twere such a face

as yours were.

Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

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.

You always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.

That is the sum of all, Leonato: Signior Claudio, 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 heartly prays some occasion may

detain us longer: I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his

heart.

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.

I thank you: I am not of many words, but I thank you.

Please it your Grace lead on?

Your hand, Leonato; we will go together.

Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?

I noted her not; but I looked on her.

Is she not a modest young lady?

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?

No; I pray thee speak in sober judgment.

Why, i’ faith, methinks she’s too low for a high

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.

Thou thinkest I am in sport: I pray thee tell me truly how thou

likest her.

Would you buy her, that you enquire after her?

Can the world buy such a jewel?

Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this 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?

In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.

I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter: there’s

her cousin and 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 hope you have

no intent to turn husband, have you?

I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn to the contrary,

if Hero would be my wife.

Is’t come to this, in faith? Hath not the world one

man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor

of threescore again? Go to, i’ faith; and 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.

What secret hath held you here, that you followed not to

Leonato’s?

I would your Grace would constrain me to tell.

I charge thee on thy allegiance.

You hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret as a dumb man; I would

have you think so; but on my 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.

If this were so, so were it uttered.

Like the old tale, my lord: ‘it is not so, nor

’twas not so; but indeed, God forbid it should be so.’

If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.

Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy.

You speak this to fetch me in, my lord.

By my troth, I speak my thought.

And in faith, my lord, I spoke mine.

And by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine.

That I love her, I feel.

That she is worthy, I know.

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.

Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.

And never could maintain his part but in the force of his will.

That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she 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 right to trust none; and the fine is,—for the

which I may go the finer,—I will live a bachelor.

I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.

With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord; not with

love: prove that ever I lose more blood 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.

Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a

notable argument.

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.

Well, as time shall try: ‘In time the savage bull

doth bear the yoke.’

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

good horse to hire,’ let them signify under my sign ‘Here you

may see Benedick the married man.’

If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn-mad.

Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou

wilt quake for this shortly.

I look for an earthquake too then.

Well, you will 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

great preparation.

I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and so

I commit you—

To the tuition of God: from my house, if I had it,—

The sixth of July: your loving friend, 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.

My liege, your Highness now may do me good.

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.

Hath Leonato any son, my lord?

No child but Hero; she’s his only heir.

Dost thou affect her, Claudio?

O! my lord,

When you went onward on this ended action,

I looked upon her with a soldier’s eye,

That lik’d, 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,

All prompting me how fair young Hero is,

Saying, I lik’d her ere I went to wars.

Thou wilt be like a lover presently,

And tire the hearer with a book of words.

If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it,

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?

How sweetly you do minister to love,

That know love’s grief by his complexion!

But lest my liking might too sudden seem,

I would have salv’d it with a longer treatise.

What need the bridge much broader than the flood?

The fairest grant is the necessity.

Look, what will serve is fit: ’tis once, thou lov’st,

And I will fit thee with the remedy.

I know we shall have revelling tonight:

I will assume thy part in some disguise,

And tell fair Hero I am Claudio;

And in her bosom I’ll unclasp my heart,

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 practice let us put it presently.