第 5 节
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him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren。 I told him; and I think I
told him true; that your Grace had got the good will of this young lady;
and I off'red him my company to a willow tree; either to make him a
garland; as being forsaken; or to bind him up a rod; as being worthy to be
whipt。
Pedro。 To be whipt? What's his fault?
Bene。 The flat transgression of a schoolboy who; being overjoyed with
finding a bird's nest; shows it his companion; and he steals it。
Pedro。 Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The transgression is in
the stealer。
Bene。 Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made; and the
garland too; for the garland he might have worn himself; and the rod he
might have bestowed on you; who; as I take it; have stol'n his bird's nest。
Pedro。 I will but teach them to sing and restore them to the owner。
Bene。 If their singing answer your saying; by my faith you say
honestly。
Pedro。 The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you。 The gentleman that
danc'd with her told her she is much wrong'd by you。
Bene。 O; she misus'd me past the endurance of a block! An oak but
with one green leaf on it would have answered her; my very visor began to
assume life and scold with her。 She told me; not thinking I had been
myself; that I was the Prince's jester; that I was duller than a great thaw;
huddling jest upon jest with such impossible conveyance upon me that I
stood like a man at a mark; with a whole army shooting at me。 She speaks
poniards; and every
word stabs。 If her breath were as terrible as her terminations; there
were no living near her; she would infect to the North Star。 I would not
marry her though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him
before he transgress'd。 She would have made Hercules have turn'd spit;
yea; and have cleft his club to make the fire too。 Come; talk not of her。
You shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel。 I would to God some
scholar would conjure her; for certainly; while she is here; a man may live
as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose; because
they would go thither; so indeed all disquiet; horror; and perturbation
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follows her。
'Enter Claudio and Beatrice; Leonato; Hero。'
Pedro。 Look; here she comes。
Bene。 Will your Grace command me any service to the world's end? I
will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes that you can devise to
send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the furthest inch of
Asia; bring you the length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a hair off the
great Cham's beard; do you any embassage to the Pygmiesrather than
hold three words' conference with this harpy。 You have no employment for
me?
Pedro。 None; but to desire your good company。
Bene。 O God; sir; here's a dish I love not! I cannot endure my Lady
Tongue。 'Exit。'
Pedro。 Come; lady; come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick。
Beat。 Indeed; my lord; he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for ita
double heart for his single one。 Marry; once before he won it of me with
false dice; therefore your Grace may well say I have lost it。
Pedro。 You have put him down; lady; you have put him down。
Beat。 So I would not he should do me; my lord; lest I should prove the
mother of fools。 I have brought Count Claudio; whom you sent me to seek。
Pedro。 Why; how now; Count? Wherefore are you sad?
Claud。 Not sad; my lord。
Pedro。 How then? sick?
Claud。 Neither; my lord。
Beat。 The Count is neither sad; nor sick; nor merry; nor well; but civil
countcivil as an orange; and something of that jealous complexion。
Pedro。 I' faith; lady; I think your blazon to be true; though I'll be sworn;
if he be so; his conceit is false。 Here; Claudio; I have wooed in thy name;
and fair Hero is won。 I have broke with her father; and his good will
obtained。 Name the day of marriage; and God give thee joy!
Leon。 Count; take of me my daughter; and with her my fortunes。 His
Grace hath made the match; and all grace say Amen to it!
Beat。 Speak; Count; 'tis your cue。
Claud。 Silence is the perfectest herald of joy。 I were but little happy if I
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could say how much。 Lady; as you are mine; I am yours。 I give away
myself for you and dote upon the exchange。
Beat。 Speak; cousin; or; if you cannot; stop his mouth with a kiss and
let not him speak neither。
Pedro。 In faith; lady; you have a merry heart。
Beat。 Yea; my lord; I thank it; poor fool; it keeps on the windy side of
care。 My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart。
Claud。 And so she doth; cousin。
Beat。 Good Lord; for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I;
and I am sunburnt。 I may sit in a corner and cry 'Heigh…ho for a husband!'
Pedro。 Lady Beatrice; I will get you one。
Beat。 I would rather have one of your father's getting。 Hath your Grace
ne'er a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands; if a maid
could come by them。
Pedro。 Will you have me; lady?
Beat。 No; my lord; unless I might have another for working days: your
Grace is too costly to wear every day。 But I beseech your Grace pardon me。
I was born to speak all mirth and no matter。
Pedro。 Your silence most offends me; and to be merry best becomes
you; for out o' question you were born in a merry hour。
Beat。 No; sure; my lord; my mother cried; but then there was a star
danc'd; and under that was I born。 Cousins; God give you joy!
Leon。 Niece; will you look to those things I told you of?
Beat。 I cry you mercy; uncle; By your Grace's pardon。 'Exit。'
Pedro。 By my troth; a pleasant…spirited lady。
Leon。 There's little of the melancholy element in her; my lord。 She is
never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my
daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and wak'd herself with
laughing。
Pedro。 She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband。
Leon。 O; by no means! She mocks all her wooers out of suit。
Pedro。 She were an excellent wife for Benedick。
Leon。 O Lord; my lord! if they were but a week married; they would
talk themselves mad。
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Pedro。 County Claudio; when mean you to go to church?
Claud。 To…morrow; my lord。 Time goes on crutches till love have all
his rites。
Leon。 Not till Monday; my dear son; which is hence a just sevennight;
and a time too brief too; to have all things answer my mind。
Pedro。 Come; you shake the head at so long a breathing; but I warrant
thee; Claudio; the time shall not go dully by us。 I will in the interim
undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is; to bring Signior Benedick
and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection th' one with th' other。 I
would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but to fashion it if you three
will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction。
Leon。 My lord; I am for you; though it cost me ten nights' watchings。
Claud。 And I; my lord。
Pedro。 And you too; gentle Hero?
Hero。 I will do any modest office; my lord; to help my cousin to a
good husband。
Pedro。 And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that I know。
Thus far can I praise him: he is of a noble strain; of approved valour; and
confirm'd honesty。 I will teach you how to humour your cousin; that she
shall fall in love with Benedick; and I; 'to Leonato and Claudio' with your
two helps; will so practise on Benedick that; in despite of his quick wit and
his queasy stomach; he shall fall in love with Beatrice。 If we can do this;
Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be ours; for we are the only
love…gods。 Go in with me; and I will tell you my drift。
'Exeunt。'
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SCENE II。
A hall in Leonato's house。
'Enter 'Don' John and Borachio。'