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be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the myself: So much for praising myself, (who, I

gentle day, myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy,) and Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about now tell me, How doth your cousin ?

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey: Beat. Very ill.

Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well. Bene. And how do you ?

Claud. Good morrow, masters ; each his seveBeat. Very ill too. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on will I leave you too, for here comes one in

other weeds; haste.

And then to Leonato's we will go.

Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue Enter URSULA.


Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle ;

[Ereunt. yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the Prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the

SCENE IV.-A room in Leonato's house. author of all, who is filed and gone: will you Enter Leonato, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEAcome presently? Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?

TRICE, URSULA, Friar, and Hero. Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, Friar. Did I not tell you, she was innoand be buried in thy eyes ; and, moreover, I cent? will go with thee to thy uncle's. (Eseunt.

Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who ac

cused her SCENE III.-The inside of a church.

Upon the error that you heard debated :

But Margaret was in some fault for this; Enter Don PEDRO, Claudio, and Attendants, Although against her will, as it appears with musick and tapers.

In the true course of all the question.

Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ?

well. Atten. It is, my lord.

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enClaud. [Reads from a scroll.]


To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Done to death by slanderous tongues

Leon. Weli, daughter, and you gentlewomen Was the Hero that here lies :

all, Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves ; Gives her fame, which never dies :

And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd ; So the life, that died with shame,

The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour Lives in death with glorious fame.

To visit me:-You know your office, brother ;

You must be father to your brother's daughter, Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing it. And give her to young Claudio. Praising her when I am dumb.

[Exeunt Ladies.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counteNow, musick, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I

think. SONG.

Friar. To do what, signior ?

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them. Pardon, Goddess of the night,

Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Those that slew thy virgin knight ;

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. For the which, with songs of woe,

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her : "Tís Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan ;

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite Help us to sigh and groan,

her. Heavily, heavily :

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you

had (traves, yawn, and yield your deud,

from me, Till death be uttered,

From Claudio and the prince ; But what's your Heavily, heavily.

will ?

Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical: Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! But, for my will, my will is, your good will Yearly will I do this rite.

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your In the estate of honourable marriage ;torches out;

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.


most true.

for me.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.

Beat. I answer to that name ; [Unmasking-] Friar. And my help.

What is your will? Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Bene. Do not you love me?

Beat. No, no more than reason. Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.

Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

and Claudio, Leon. Good morrow, prince ;-good morrow, Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Claudio;

Beat. Do not you love me? We here attend you: Are you yet determin'd Bene. No, no more than reason. To-day to marry with my brother's daughter ? Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop. Ursula, Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar Are much deceiv’d; for they did swear, you ready.

[Exit Antonio.

did. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, Bene. They swore, that you were almost sick

what's the matter, That you have such a February face,

Beat. They swore, that you were well nigh So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness ?

dead for me. Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage

Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do bull:

not love me? Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. gold,

Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

gentleman. As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that lie loves When he would play the noble beast in love.

her; Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low ; For here's a paper, written in his hand, And some such strange bull leapt your father's A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, cow,

Fashion') to Beatrice. And got a calf in that same noble feat,

Hero. And here's another, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her

pocket, Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked.

Containing her affection unto Benedick. Claud. For this. I owe you: here come other Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against reckonings.

our hearts !-Come, I will have thee; but, by Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

this light, I take thee for pity. Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Beat. I would not deny you ; but, by this Claud. Why, then she's mine :-Sweet, let me good day, I yield upon great persuasion ; anı, see your face.

partly, to save your life, for I was told you Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her were in a consumption. hand

Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

[Kissing her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the mar.

ried man? I am your husband, if you like of me.

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my lunour: wife :

[Unmasking. Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epiAnd when you loved, you were my other hus- gram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, band.

he shall wear nothing handsome about him : In Claud. Another Hero ?

brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think Hero. Nothing certainer :

nothing to any purpose, that the world can say One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, ·

against it ; and therefore never flout at me for And, surely as I live, I am a maid.

what I have said against it; for man is a giddy D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part, dead !

Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee ; but in Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slan- that thou art like to be my kinsman, live u::der lived.

bruised, and love my cousin. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; Claud. I had well hoped, thon would'st have When, after that the holy rites are ended, denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : thee out of thy single life, to make thee a rouble Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,

dealer ; which, out of question, thou wilt in, And to the chapel let us presently.

if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly is Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Bea- thee. trice?

Bene. Come, come, we are friends :--lci'share VOL. I.


friar ;

a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.

Enter a Messenger. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.

Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, mu- flight, sick.-Prince, thou art sad ; get thee a wife, get And brought with armed men back to Messina. thee a wife : there is no staff more reverend than Pene. Think not on him till to-morrow ; I'll one tipped with horn.

devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.

Dance. Ereunt.




THESEUS, duke of Athens.

OBERON, king of the fuiries. Egeus, futher to Hermia.

Titania, queen of the fairies. LYSANDER, in love with Hermia.


PEAS-BLOSSOM, PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus.


fairies. Quince, the carpenter.

Мотн, Snug, the joiner.

MUSTARD-SEED, Bottom, the weaver.

Pyramus, FLUTE, the bellows-mender.


characters in the interlude perSNOUT, the tinker.

Wall, STARVELING, the tailor.


formed by the clowns.

Lion, HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander.

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta, Helena, in love with Demetrius.

Scene,-Athens, and a wood not far from it.


SCENE I.-Athens. A room in the palace of


and Attendants.
The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in
Another moon; but, oh, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves.

in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time ;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.

The. Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments ;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals,
The pale companion is not for our pomp:

[Exit Philostrate.



Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, And won thy love, doing thee injuries ; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, But I will wed thee in another key,

Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. You can endure the livery of a nun;

For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, Enter Egeus, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and Deme- To live a barren sister all your life,

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ; The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news But earthlier happy is the rose distilla, with thee?

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Ege. Fall of vexation come I, with complaint Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Against my child, my daughter Hermia.- Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Stand forth, Demetrius ;-my noble lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up This man hath my consent to marry her :- Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke Stand forth, Lysander;-and, my gracious duke, My soul consents not to give sovereignty. This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child :- The. Take time to pause : and, by the next Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her new moon, rhymes,

(The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : For everlasting bond of fellowship,) Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, Upon that day either prepare to die, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; For disobedience to your father's will; And stolen the impression of her fantasy Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would ; With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Or on Diana's altar to protest, Knacks; trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats ; messen- For aye, austerity and single life. gers

Dem. Relent, 'sweet Hermia :- And, LysanOf strong prevailment in anharden'd youth:

der, yield With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's | Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Tostubborn harshness:-And, my gracious duke, Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my Be it so she will not here before your grace

love; Consent to marry with Demetrius,

And what is mine my love shall render him; I beg the ancient privilege of Athens ;

And she is mine ; and all my right of her As she is mine, I may dispose of her:

I do estate unto Demetrius. Which shall be either to this gentleman,

Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, Or to her death ; according to our law, As well possess’d; my love is more than his ; Immediately provided in that case.

My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d, The. What say you, Hermia ? be advised, | If not with vantage, as Demetrius' ; fair inaid:

And, which is more than all these boasts can be To you your father should be as a god;

I am belov'd of beauteous lerinia: One that compos'd your beauties ; yea, and one Why should not I then prosecute my right? To whom you are but as a form in wax, Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, By him imprinted, and within his power Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Her. So is Lysander.

Upon this spotted and inconstant man. The. In himself he is :

The. I must confess, that I have heard so But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, much, The other must be held the worthier.

And with Demetrius thought to have spoke Her. I would, my father look'd but with my thereof; eyes.

But, being over-full of self-affairs, The. Rather your eyes must with his judg- My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come ; ment look.

And come, Egeus ; you shall go with me, Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I have some private schooling for you both.I know not by what power I am made bold; For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Nor how it may concern my modesty

To fit your fancies to your father's will; In such a presence here to plead my thoughts: Or else the law of Athens yields you up But I beseech yoar grace, that I may know (Which by no means we may extenuate,) The worst that may befal me in this case, To death, or to a vow of single life.If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Come, my Hippolyta; what cheer, my love ? The. Either to die the cleath, or to abjure Demetrius and Egeus, go along ; For ever the society of men.

I must employ you in some business

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