Much Ado About Nothing Page #8

and I thank thee.

I leave with your worship an arrant knave,

which I beseech your worship...

...to correct yourself, for the example of others.

God restore you to health!

I humbly give you leave to depart.

And if a merry meeting...

...may be wished...

...God prohibit it.

Come, neighbor.

Until tomorrow morning, lords, farewell.

Farewell, my lords. We look for you tomorrow.

We will not fail.

Tonight...

...l'll mourn...

...with Hero.

"Done to death...

"...by slanderous tongues...

"...was the Hero...

"...that here lies.

"Death, in guerdon of her wrongs...

"...gives her fame...

"...which never dies.

"So the life...

"...that died with shame...

"...lives in death...

"...with glorious fame."

"Pardon, goddess of the night

"Those that slew thy virgin knight

"For the which, with songs of woe

"Round about her tomb

"they go

"Midnight

"assist our moan

"Help us

"to sigh and groan

"Heavily, heavily

"Heavily"

"The god of love

"That sits above

"And knows me

"And knows me

"How pitiful I deserve..."

I mean in singing.

But in loving...

...Leander, the good swimmer,

Troilus, the first employer of panders...

...and a whole bookful of these

quondam carpet-mangers...

...whose names yet run smoothly

in the even road of a blank verse...

...why, they were never so truly turned...

...over and over...

...as my poor self in love.

Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme.

I have tried.

I can find out no rhyme to "lady," but...

..."baby," an innocent rhyme.

For "scorn," "horn," a hard rhyme.

For "school," "fool," a babbling rhyme.

Very ominous endings.

No, I was not born under a rhyming planet...

...nor I cannot woo in festival terms.

Sweet Beatrice...

...wouldst thou come when I called thee?

Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.

Stay but till then.

"Then" is spoken. Fare you well now.

And yet...

...ere I go...

...let me go with that I came...

...which is with knowing what passed

between you and Claudio.

Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee.

Foul words is but foul wind,

and foul wind is but foul breath.

Foul breath is noisome.

Therefore I will depart unkissed.

Thou hast frighted the word

out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit.

But I must tell thee plainly,

Claudio undergoes my challenge...

...and either I must shortly hear from him...

...or I will subscribe him a coward.

And, I pray thee now...

...tell me...

...for which of my bad parts

did thou first fall in love with me?

For them all together...

...which maintains so politic a state of evil...

...that they will not admit any good part

to intermingle with them.

But for which of my good parts

did you first suffer love for me?

Suffer love! A good epithet!

I do suffer love indeed,

for I love thee against my will.

In spite of your heart, I think. Alas...

...poor heart.

If you spite it for my sake,

I will spite it for yours...

...for I will never love that which my friend hates.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

And now tell me...

...how doth your cousin?

Very...

...ill.

And how do you?

Very ill too.

Serve God...

...love me...

...and mend.

- Madam!

- Here comes one in haste.

You must come to your uncle.

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 author of all...

...who is fled and gone.

Will you come...

...presently?

Will you go hear this news, signior?

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap,

and be buried in thy eyes...

...and moreover I will go with thee to thy uncle's.

Did I not tell you she was innocent?

So are the prince and Claudio, who accused her

upon the error you heard debated.

But Margaret was in some fault for this.

Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.

Now, daughter,

and you gentlewomen all, withdraw...

...and when I send for you, come hither masked.

The prince and Claudio promised

by this hour to visit me.

You know your office, brother.

You must be father to your brother's daughter,

and give her to young Claudio.

Which I will do with confirmed countenance.

Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.

- To do what, signior?

- To bind me, or undo me. One of them.

Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior...

...your niece regards me with an eye of favor.

The sight whereof I think you had from me,

from Claudio and the prince.

- But what's your will?

- Your answer, sir, is enigmatical.

But, for my will, my will is your good will...

...may stand with ours,

this day to be conjoined...

...in the state of...

...honorable marriage...

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

- My heart is with your liking.

- And my help.

Here come the prince and Claudio.

Good morrow to this fair assembly.

Good morrow, prince. Good morrow, Claudio.

We here attend you.

Are you yet determined today

to marry with my brother's daughter?

Call her forth, brother.

Here's the friar, ready.

Which is the lady I must seize upon?

This same is she...

...and I do give you her.

Sweet...

...let me see your face.

No, that you shall not...

...till you take her hand before this friar

and swear to marry her.

Give me your hand, before this holy friar.

I am your husband...

...if you like of me.

Hero that is dead.

She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.

And when I lived...

...I was your other wife.

And when you loved...

...you were my other husband.

One Hero died defiled, but I do live...

...and surely as I live...

...I am a maid.

All this amazement can I qualify.

When after that the holy rites are ended...

...l'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death.

Soft and fair, friar.

Which is Beatrice?

I answer to that name.

What is your will?

Do not you love me?

Why, no.

No more than reason.

Your uncle, the prince and Claudio

have been deceived.

They swore you did.

- Do not you love me?

- Why, no. No more than reason.

Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula

are much deceived...

...for they did swear you did.

- They swore you were sick for me.

- They swore you were nigh dead for me.

- 'Tis no such matter.

Then...

...you...

...do not love me?

- No, truly, but in friendly recompense.

Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.

I'll be sworn upon it he loves her,

for here's a paper written in his hand...

...a halting sonnet of his own pure brain,

fashioned to Beatrice.

And here's another...

...writ in my cousin's hand,

stolen from her pocket...

...containing her affection unto Benedick.

A miracle!

Here's our own hands against our hearts.

Come...

...I will have thee.

But, by this light, I take thee for pity.

I would not deny you.

But, by this good day...

...I yield upon great persuasion...

...and partly to save your life,

for I was told you were in a consumption.

Peace!

I will stop your mouth.

How dost thou, Benedick...

...the married man?

I'll tell thee what, prince...

...a college of wit-crackers cannot

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