Much adoe
11331060Vrsula Why did you
so, dooth not the gentleman
11341061De
serue as full as fortunate a bed,
11351062As euer Beatrice
shall couch vpon?
11361063Hero O God of loue! I know he doth de
serue,
11371064As much as may be yeelded to a man:
11381065But nature neuer framde a womans hart,
11391066Of prowder
stu
ffe then that of Beatrice:
11401067Di
sdaine and Scorne ride
sparkling in her eies,
11411068Mi
spri
sing what they looke on, and her wit
11421069Valewes it
selfe
so highly, that to her
11431070All matter els
seemes weake:
she cannot loue,
11441071Nor take no
shape nor proie
ct of a
ffe
ction,
11471074And therefore certainely it were not good,
11481075She knew his loue le
st sheele make
sport at it.
11491076Hero Why you
speake truth, I neuer yet
saw man,
11501077How wi
se, how noble, yong, how rarely featured.
11511078But
she would
spel him backward: if faire faced,
11521079She would
sweare the gentleman
should be her
sister:
11531080If blacke, why Nature drawing of an antique,
11541081Made a foule blot: if tall, a launce ill headed:
11551082If low, an agot very vildly cut:
11561083If
speaking, why a vane blowne with all winds:
11571084If
silent, why a blocke moued with none:
11581085So turnes
she euery man the wrong
side out,
11591086And neuer giues to Truth and Vertue, that
11601087Which
simplene
sse and merite purcha
seth.
11611088Vrsula Sure,
sure,
such carping is not commendable.
11621089Hero No not to be
so odde, and from all fa
shions,
11631090As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable,
11641091But who dare tell her
so? if I
should
speake,
11651092She would mocke me into ayre, O
she would laugh me
11661093Out of my
selfe, pre
sse me to death with wit,
11671094Therefore let Benedicke like couerd
fire,
11681095Con
sume away in
sighes, wa
ste inwardly:
11691096It were a better death, then die with mockes,
Which