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ACT IV
SCENE I. A church.

Enter DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, LEONATO, FRIAR FRANCIS, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, HERO, BEATRICE, and Attendants 
LEONATO 
Come, Friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain
form of marriage, and you shall recount their
particular duties afterwards.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady.

CLAUDIO 
No.

LEONATO 
To be married to her: friar, you come to marry her.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Lady, you come hither to be married to this count.

HERO 
I do.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
If either of you know any inward impediment why you
should not be conjoined, charge you, on your souls,
to utter it.

CLAUDIO 
Know you any, Hero?

HERO 
None, my lord.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Know you any, count?

LEONATO 
I dare make his answer, none.

CLAUDIO 
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily
do, not knowing what they do!

BENEDICK 
How now! interjections? Why, then, some be of
laughing, as, ah, ha, he!

CLAUDIO 
Stand thee by, friar. Father, by your leave:
Will you with free and unconstrained soul
Give me this maid, your daughter?

LEONATO 
As freely, son, as God did give her me.

CLAUDIO 
And what have I to give you back, whose worth
May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?

DON PEDRO 
Nothing, unless you render her again.

CLAUDIO 
Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfulness.
There, Leonato, take her back again:
Give not this rotten orange to your friend;
She's but the sign and semblance of her honour.
Behold how like a maid she blushes here!
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Comes not that blood as modest evidence
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

LEONATO 
What do you mean, my lord?

CLAUDIO 
Not to be married,
Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton.

LEONATO 
Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof,
Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,
And made defeat of her virginity,--

CLAUDIO 
I know what you would say: if I have known her,
You will say she did embrace me as a husband,
And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:
No, Leonato,
I never tempted her with word too large;
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.

HERO 
And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?

CLAUDIO 
Out on thee! Seeming! I will write against it:
You seem to me as Dian in her orb,
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That rage in savage sensuality.

HERO 
Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?

LEONATO 
Sweet prince, why speak not you?

DON PEDRO 
What should I speak?
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale.

LEONATO 
Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?

DON JOHN 
Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true.

BENEDICK 
This looks not like a nuptial.

HERO 
True! O God!

CLAUDIO 
Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the prince? is this the prince's brother?
Is this face Hero's? are our eyes our own?

LEONATO 
All this is so: but what of this, my lord?

CLAUDIO 
Let me but move one question to your daughter;
And, by that fatherly and kindly power
That you have in her, bid her answer truly.

LEONATO 
I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.

HERO 
O, God defend me! how am I beset!
What kind of catechising call you this?

CLAUDIO 
To make you answer truly to your name.

HERO 
Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name
With any just reproach?

CLAUDIO 
Marry, that can Hero;
Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.
What man was he talk'd with you yesternight
Out at your window betwixt twelve and one?
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

HERO 
I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord.

DON PEDRO 
Why, then are you no maiden. Leonato,
I am sorry you must hear: upon mine honour,
Myself, my brother and this grieved count
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window
Who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain,
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had
A thousand times in secret.

DON JOHN 
Fie, fie! they are not to be named, my lord,
Not to be spoke of;
There is not chastity enough in language
Without offence to utter them. Thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

CLAUDIO 
O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell,
Thou pure impiety and impious purity!
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never shall it more be gracious.

LEONATO 
Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?

HERO swoons

BEATRICE 
Why, how now, cousin! wherefore sink you down?

DON JOHN 
Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light,
Smother her spirits up.

Exeunt DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, and CLAUDIO

BENEDICK 
How doth the lady?

BEATRICE 
Dead, I think. Help, uncle!
Hero! why, Hero! Uncle! Signior Benedick! Friar!

LEONATO 
O Fate! take not away thy heavy hand.
Death is the fairest cover for her shame
That may be wish'd for.

BEATRICE 
How now, cousin Hero!

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Have comfort, lady.

LEONATO 
Dost thou look up?

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Yea, wherefore should she not?

LEONATO 
Wherefore! Why, doth not every earthly thing
Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny
The story that is printed in her blood?
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes:
For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,
Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Grieved I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame?
O, one too much by thee! Why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not with charitable hand
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates,
Who smirch'd thus and mired with infamy,
I might have said 'No part of it is mine;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins'?
But mine and mine I loved and mine I praised
And mine that I was proud on, mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her,--why, she, O, she is fallen
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul-tainted flesh!

BENEDICK 
Sir, sir, be patient.
For my part, I am so attired in wonder,
I know not what to say.

BEATRICE 
O, on my soul, my cousin is belied!

BENEDICK 
Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?

BEATRICE 
No, truly not; although, until last night,
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.

LEONATO 
Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made
Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron!
Would the two princes lie, and Claudio lie,
Who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her! let her die.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Hear me a little;
For I have only been silent so long
And given way unto this course of fortune.
...
By noting of the lady I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenor of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.

LEONATO 
Friar, it cannot be.
Thou seest that all the grace that she hath left
Is that she will not add to her damnation
A sin of perjury; she not denies it:
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
That which appears in proper nakedness?

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Lady, what man is he you are accused of?

HERO 
They know that do accuse me; I know none:
If I know more of any man alive
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy! O my father,
Prove you that any man with me conversed
At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Maintain'd the change of words with any creature,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!

FRIAR FRANCIS 
There is some strange misprision in the princes.

BENEDICK 
Two of them have the very bent of honour;
And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
The practise of it lives in John the bastard,
Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.

LEONATO 
I know not. If they speak but truth of her,
These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,
The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb and policy of mind,
Ability in means and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Pause awhile,
And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Your daughter here the princes left for dead:
Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
And publish it that she is dead indeed;
Maintain a mourning ostentation
And on your family's old monument
Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites
That appertain unto a burial.

LEONATO 
What shall become of this? what will this do?

FRIAR FRANCIS 
Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must so be maintain'd,
Upon the instant that she was accused,
Shall be lamented, pitied and excused
Of every hearer: for it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn,
If ever love had interest in his liver,
And wish he had not so accused her,
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And if it sort not well, you may conceal her,
As best befits her wounded reputation,
In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds and injuries.

BENEDICK 
Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.

LEONATO 
Being that I flow in grief,
The smallest twine may lead me.

FRIAR FRANCIS 
'Tis well consented: presently away;
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day
Perhaps is but prolong'd: have patience and endure.

Exeunt all but BENEDICK and BEATRICE

BENEDICK 
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?

BEATRICE 
Yea, and I will weep a while longer.

BENEDICK 
I will not desire that.

BEATRICE 
You have no reason; I do it freely.

BENEDICK 
Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.

BEATRICE 
Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her!

BENEDICK 
Is there any way to show such friendship?

BEATRICE 
A very even way, but no such friend.

BENEDICK 
May a man do it?

BEATRICE 
It is a man's office, but not yours.

BENEDICK 
I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is
not that strange?

BEATRICE 
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as
possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as
you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I
confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

BENEDICK 
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

BEATRICE 
Do not swear, and eat it.

BENEDICK 
I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make
him eat it that says I love not you.

BEATRICE 
Will you not eat your word?

BENEDICK 
With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest
I love thee.

BEATRICE 
Why, then, God forgive me!

BENEDICK 
What offence, sweet Beatrice?

BEATRICE 
You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to
protest I loved you.

BENEDICK 
And do it with all thy heart.

BEATRICE 
I love you with so much of my heart that none is
left to protest.

BENEDICK 
Come, bid me do any thing for thee.

BEATRICE 
Kill Claudio.

BENEDICK 
Ha! not for the wide world.

BEATRICE 
You kill me to deny it. Farewell.

BENEDICK 
Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

BEATRICE 
I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in
you: nay, I pray you, let me go.

BENEDICK 
Beatrice,--

BEATRICE 
In faith, I will go.

BENEDICK 
We'll be friends first.

BEATRICE 
You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy.

BENEDICK 
Is Claudio thine enemy?

BEATRICE 
Is he not approved in the height a villain, that
hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O
that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they
come to take hands; and then, with public
accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,
--O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart
in the market-place.

BENEDICK 
Hear me, Beatrice,--

BEATRICE 
Talk with a man out at a window! A proper saying!

BENEDICK 
Nay, but, Beatrice,--

BEATRICE 
Sweet Hero! She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.

BENEDICK 
Beat--

BEATRICE 
Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony,
a goodly count, Count Comfect; a sweet gallant,
surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I
had any friend would be a man for my sake! But
manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into
compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and
trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules
that only tells a lie and swears it. I cannot be a
man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

BENEDICK 
Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.

BEATRICE 
Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

BENEDICK 
Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?

BEATRICE 
Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.

BENEDICK 
Enough, I am engaged; I will challenge him. I will
kiss your hand, and so I leave you. By this hand,
Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you
hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your
cousin: I must say she is dead: and so, farewell.

Exeunt

SCENE II. A prison.

Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns; and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO 
DOGBERRY 
Is our whole dissembly appeared?

VERGES 
O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton.

Sexton 
Which be the malefactors?

DOGBERRY 
Marry, that am I and my partner.

VERGES 
Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition to examine.

Sexton 
But which are the offenders that are to be
examined? let them come before master constable.

DOGBERRY 
Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your
name, friend?

BORACHIO 
Borachio.

DOGBERRY 
Pray, write down, Borachio. Yours, sirrah?

CONRADE 
I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.

DOGBERRY 
Write down, master gentleman Conrade. Masters, do
you serve God?

CONRADE BORACHIO 
Yea, sir, we hope.

DOGBERRY 
Write down, that they hope they serve God: and
write God first; for God defend but God should go
before such villains! Masters, it is proved already
that you are little better than false knaves; and it
will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer
you for yourselves?

CONRADE 
Marry, sir, we say we are none.

DOGBERRY 
A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you: but I
will go about with him. Come you hither, sirrah; a
word in your ear: sir, I say to you, it is thought
you are false knaves.

BORACHIO 
Sir, I say to you we are none.

DOGBERRY 
Well, stand aside. 'Fore God, they are both in a
tale. Have you writ down, that they are none?

Sexton 
Master constable, you go not the way to examine:
you must call forth the watch that are their accusers.

DOGBERRY 
Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch
come forth. Masters, I charge you, in the prince's
name, accuse these men.

First Watchman 
This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince's
brother, was a villain.

DOGBERRY 
Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat
perjury, to call a prince's brother villain.

BORACHIO 
Master constable,--

DOGBERRY 
Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like thy look,
I promise thee.

Sexton 
What heard you him say else?

Second Watchman 
Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of
Don John for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully.

DOGBERRY 
Flat burglary as ever was committed.

VERGES 
Yea, by mass, that it is.

Sexton 
What else, fellow?

First Watchman 
And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to
disgrace Hero before the whole assembly. and not marry her.

DOGBERRY 
O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting
redemption for this.

Sexton 
What else?

Watchman 
This is all.

Sexton 
And this is more, masters, than you can deny.
Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away;
Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner
refused, and upon the grief of this suddenly died.
Master constable, let these men be bound, and
brought to Leonato's: I will go before and show
him their examination.

Exit

DOGBERRY 
Come, let them be opinioned.

VERGES 
Let them be in the hands--

CONRADE 
Off, coxcomb!

DOGBERRY 
God's my life, where's the sexton? let him write
down the prince's officer coxcomb. Come, bind them.
Thou naughty varlet!

CONRADE 
Away! you are an ass, you are an ass.

DOGBERRY 
Dost thou not suspect my place? dost thou not
suspect my years? O that he were here to write me
down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of
piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness.
I am a wise fellow, and, which is more, an officer,
and, which is more, a householder, and, which is
more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in
Messina, and one that knows the law, go to; and a
rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath
had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every
thing handsome about him. Bring him away. O that
I had been writ down an ass!

Exeunt

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