Much Ado About Nothing (Folio 1, 1623)
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Much adoe about Nothing.
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Actus primus, Scena prima.
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Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina, Innogen his wife, He-
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Leonato.
5I Learne in this Letter, that Don Peter of Arra-
¶Mess. He is very neere by this: he was not
¶three Leagues off when I left him.
10action?
¶brings home full numbers: I finde heere, that Don Pe-
¶ter hath bestowed much honor on a yong Florentine, cal-
15led Claudio.
¶bred by Don Pedro, he hath borne himselfe beyond the
¶promise of his age, doing in the figure of a Lambe, the
¶feats of a Lion, he hath indeede better bettred expecta-
20tion, then you must expect of me to tell you how.
¶much glad of it.
¶Mess. I haue alreadie deliuered him letters, and there
¶appeares much ioy in him, euen so much, that ioy could
¶Leo. Did he breake out into teares?
¶ter is it to weepe at ioy, then to ioy at weeping?
¶Bea. I pray you, is Signior Mountanto return'd from
¶the warres, or no?
¶Mess. I know none of that name, Lady, there was
40Cupid at the Flight: and my Vnckles foole reading the
¶the Burbolt. I pray you, how many hath hee kil'd and
¶eaten in these warres? But how many hath he kil'd? for
¶indeed, I promis'd to eate all of his killing.
45Leon. 'Faith Neece, you taxe Signior Benedicke too
¶much, but hee'l be meet with you, I doubt it not.
¶ease it: he's a very valiant Trencher-man, hee hath an
50excellent stomacke.
¶to a Lord?
55all honourable vertues.
¶but for the stuffing well, we are all mortall.
¶a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick, & her:
¶them.
¶flict, foure of his fiue wits went halting off, and now is
¶the whole man gouern'd with one: so that if hee haue
65wit enough to keepe himselfe warme, let him beare it
¶is all the wealth that he hath left, to be knowne a reaso-
¶nable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath
¶euery month a new sworne brother.
¶the fashion of his hat, it euer changes with ye next block.
¶bookes.
¶I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young
¶squarer now, that will make a voyage with him to the
¶diuell?
80Claudio.
¶runs presently mad. God helpe the noble Claudio, if hee
85pound ere he be cur'd.
¶Mess. I will hold friends with you Lady.
¶Bea. Do good friend.
¶Leo. You'l ne're run mad Neece.
¶Bea. No, not till a hot Ianuary.
90Mess. Don Pedro is approach'd.
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Enter don Pedro, Claudio, Benedicke, Balthasar,
¶and Iohn the bastard.
¶Pedro. Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet
95and you encounter it.
¶of your Grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should
¶remaine: but when you depart from me, sorrow abides,
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Pedro.
