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Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, oh! how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-beaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.
Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?
Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.
Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle talking. Know of me then, (for now I speak to some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do Believe yourself good, and not to grace me. then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three years old, conversed with a magician, most profound in this art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any danger.
Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you in your best array, bid your friends; for if will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.
Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE. Look here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of her's.
Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
love you, [70 PHEBE) if I could.-To-morrow
Sil. I'll not fail if I live.
Orl. Nor I.
To show the letter that I writ to you.
Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,
Ros. And I for no woman
Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy.
All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
Ros. And I for no woman.
Sil. It is to be all made of faith and ser-
Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married.
Aud. I do desire it with all my heart and I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world. Here comes two of the bauished duke's pages.
SCENE III.-The same
Phe. And so am 1 for Ganymede.
Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love
Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love
Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you
Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not
Enter two PAGES.
1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, and a song.
2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse ; which are the only prologues to a bad voice?
2 Page. l'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse.
It was a lover, and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty rank time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. II.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the bowling of Irish wolves against the moon.-1 will help you, [To SILVIUS] if I can:-1 would
This carol they began that hou,,
With a hey, and ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In sping time, &c.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c.
Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no greater matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable.
1 Page. You are deceived, Sir; we kept time, we lost not our time.
Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; and God mend your voices! Come, Aud[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Enter DUKE, senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CELIA. Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Cau do all this that be batn promised !
A married woman
Touch. it any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; f have flattered a lady: I have been politic with my friend, smooth with my enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.
Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?
Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
Jaq. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord, like this fellow.
Duke S. I like him very well.
Touch. God'ild you, Sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, Sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; according as marriage binds, and blood breaks :-A poor virgin, Sir, an ill favoured thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, to take that that no man else will: Rich honesty M dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor-house as your pearl, in your foul oyster.
Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and Bententious.
Hym. Peace ho! I bar confusion,
Of these most strange events:
According to the measure of their states.
If truth holds true contents. *
[To ORLANDO and ROSALIND.
Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you
[To OLIVER and CELIA.
The duke hath put on a religious life,
Jaq. To him will I; out of these convertites
Wedding is great Juno's crown,
O blessed bond of board and bed!
Duke. S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. +
Enter JAQUES DE BOIS.
Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
[TO DUKE S. Your patience, and your virtue well deserves it:
Duke. S. Welcome, young man;
You [To ORLANDO] to a love, that your true
You [To SILVIUS] to a long and well deserved bed ;
And you [To TOUCHSTONE] to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
Is but for two months victual'd:-So to your
I am for other than for dancing measures.
Jaq. To see no pastime, I-what you would
I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.
[Exit. Duke. S. Proceed, proceed we will begin these rites,
And we do trust they'll end in true delights.
Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue: but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good uine needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue: Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become ine: my way is, to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please them and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hate them,) that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me,t and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make [Exeunt. bid me farewell. curt'sy,
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
IN the fifth book of Orlands Furioso, and in B. II. c. iv. of Spenser's Fairie Queene, a story partly similar to the fable of this drama may be found; but a novel in the Histoires Tragiques of Belleforest (Laken from Bandello) approaches nearest to the design, aud probably suggested the idea, of Much ado about Nor thing. The plot is pleasingly intricate; the characters novel and striking; the dialogue exceedingly were cious, and well supported to the end. Beatrice and Benedick are two of the most sprightly and amening characters that Shakspeare ever drew. Wit, humour, nobility, and courage, are combined in the ans though his sallies are not always restrained by reverence or discretion: and if the levity of the forme is somewhat opposed to the becoming reserve and delicacy of the female character, it shows to mare advantage the steadiness of her friendship, and the amiable decision of her character, when urging ber lover to challenge his most intimate friend; and as the best claim upon her affection, to risk ha life in vindicating the purity of her injured companion
SCENE 1.-Before LEONATO's House. Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others,
with a MESSENGER.
Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three leagues off when I left him.
Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in
Mess. But few of any sort, and none of
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Pedro bath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio.
Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro: He bath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how.
Two foolish Oficer
HERO, Daughter to Leonato.
MARGARET, Gentlewomen attending on Hero-
Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.
Mess. I have already delivered him letten and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy could not show itself modest enough, without a badge of bitterness. Leon. Did he break out into tears ? Mess. In great measure.
Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy, than te joy_at weeping?
Beat. I pray you, is signior Montante returned from the wars, or no?
Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was none such in the army of any sort.
Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece ? Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Padua.
Mess. Oh he is returned; and as pleasant as ever be was.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and challenged Cupid at the flight: + and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed ↑ At long lengthe