488Leonata. Cosin you apprehend passing shrewdly.

489Beatrice. I haue a good eye vnckle, I can see a Church

490by daylight.

491Leon. The reuellers are entring brother, make good

492roome.

495Pedro. Lady, will you walke about with your friend?

496Hero. So you walke softly, and looke sweetly, and say

497nothing, I am yours for the walke, and especially when I

498walke away.

499Pedro. With me in your company.

500Hero. I may say so when I please.

501Pedro. And when please you to say so?

502Hero. When I like your fauour, for God defend the

503Lute should be like the case.

504Pedro. My visor is Philemons roofe, within the house

505is Loue.

506Hero. Why then your visor should be thatcht.

507Pedro. Speake low if you speake Loue.

508Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

509Mar. So would not I for your owne sake, for I haue

510manie ill qualities.

511Bene. Which is one?

512Mar. I say my prayers alowd.

513Ben. I loue you the better, the hearers may cry Amen.

514Mar. God match me with a good dauncer.

515Balt. Amen.

516Mar. And God keepe him out of my sight when the

517daunce is done: answer Clarke.

518Balt. No more words, the Clarke is answered.

519Vrsula. I know you well enough, you are Signior An-

520thonio.

521Anth. At a word, I am not.

522Vrsula. I know you by the wagling of your head.

523Anth. To tell you true, I counterfet him.

524Vrsu. You could neuer doe him so ill well, vnlesse

525you were the very man: here's his dry hand vp & down,

526you are he, you are he.

527Anth. At a word I am not.

528Vrsula. Come, come, doe you thinke I doe not know

529you by your excellent wit? can vertue hide it selfe? goe

530to, mumme, you are he, graces will appeare, and there's

531an end.

532Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so?

533Bene. No, you shall pardon me.

534Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are?

535Bened. Not now.

536Beat. That I was disdainfull, and that I had my good

537wit out of the hundred merry tales: well, this was Signi-

538or Benedicke that said so.

539Bene. What's he?

540Beat. I am sure you know him well enough.

541Bene. Not I, beleeue me.

542Beat. Did he neuer make you laugh?

543Bene. I pray you what is he?

544Beat. Why he is the Princes ieaster, a very dull foole,

545onely his gift is, in deuising impossible slanders, none

546but Libertines delight in him, and the commendation is

547not in his witte, but in his villanie, for hee both pleaseth

548men and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and

549beat him: I am sure he is in the Fleet, I would he had

550boorded me.

551Bene. When I know the Gentleman, Ile tell him what

552you say.

553Beat. Do, do, hee'l but breake a comparison or two

554on me, which peraduenture (not markt, or not laugh'd

555at) strikes him into melancholly, and then there's a Par-

556tridge wing saued, for the foole will eate no supper that

557night. We must follow the Leaders.

558Ben. In euery good thing.

559Bea. Nay, if they leade to any ill, I will leaue them

560at the next turning. Exeunt.

562Iohn. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath

563withdrawne her father to breake with him about it: the

564Ladies follow her, and but one visor remaines.

565Borachio. And that is Claudio, I know him by his bea-

566ring.

567Iohn. Are not you signior Benedicke?

568Clau. You know me well, I am hee.

569Iohn. Signior, you are verie neere my Brother in his

570loue, he is enamor'd on Hero, I pray you disswade him

571from her, she is no equall for his birth: you may do the

572part of an honest man in it.

573Claudio. How know you he loues her?

574Iohn. I heard him sweare his affection,

575Bor. So did I too, and he swore he would marrie her

576to night.

577Iohn. Come, let vs to the banquet. Ex. manet Clau.

578Clau. Thus answere I in name of Benedicke,

579But heare these ill newes with the eares of Claudio:

580'Tis certaine so, the Prince woes for himselfe:

581Friendship is constant in all other things,

582Saue in the Office and affaires of loue:

583Therefore all hearts in loue vse their owne tongues.

584Let euerie eye negotiate for it selfe,

585And trust no Agent: for beautie is a witch,

586Against whose charmes, faith melteth into blood:

587This is an accident of hourely proofe,

588Which I mistrusted not. Farewell therefore Hero.

590Ben. Count Claudio.

591Clau. Yea, the same.

592Ben. Come, will you go with me?

593Clau. Whither?

594Ben. Euen to the next Willow, about your own bu-

595sinesse, Count. What fashion will you weare the Gar-

596land off? About your necke, like an Vsurers chaine? Or

597vnder your arme, like a Lieutenants scarfe? You must

598weare it one way, for the Prince hath got your Hero.

599Clau: I wish him ioy of her.

600Ben. Why that's spoken like an honest Drouier, so

601they sel Bullockes: but did you thinke the Prince wold

602haue serued you thus?

603Clau. I pray you leaue me.

604Ben. Ho now you strike like the blindman, 'twas the

605boy that stole your meate, and you'l beat the post.

606Clau. If it will not be, Ile leaue you. Exit.

607Ben. Alas poore hurt fowle, now will he creepe into

608sedges: But that my Ladie Beatrice should know me, &

609not know me: the Princes foole! Hah? It may be I goe

610vnder that title, because I am merrie: yea but so I am

611apt to do my selfe wrong: I am not so reputed, it is the

612base (though bitter) disposition of Beatrice, that putt's

613the world into her person, and so giues me out: well, Ile

614be reuenged as I may.

616Pedro. Now Signior, where's the Count, did you

617see him?