Chapter II: Act I: SCENE I. Before LEONATO’S house

_Enter_ LEONATO, HERO, _and_ BEATRICE, _with a_ Messenger.

_Leon._ I learn in this letter that Don Peter 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 this action? 5

_Mess._ But few of any sort, and none of name.

_Leon._ A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here that Don Peter hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine called Claudio.

_Mess._ Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered 10 by Don Pedro: he hath 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.

_Leon._ He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very 15 much glad of it.

_Mess._ I have already delivered him letters, 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? 20

_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 to joy at weeping!

_Beat._ I pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from 25 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. 30

_Mess._ O, he’s returned; and as pleasant as ever he 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 for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten 35 in these wars? But how many hath he killed? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.

_Leon._ Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; but he’ll be meet with you, I doubt it not.

_Mess._ He hath done good service, lady, in these wars. 40

_Beat._ You had musty victual, and he hath help to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man; he hath an excellent stomach.

_Mess._ And a good soldier too, lady.

_Beat._ And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to 45 a lord?

_Mess._ A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.

_Beat._ It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed man: but for the stuffing,—well, we are all mortal. 50

_Leon._ You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her: they never meet but there’s a skirmish of wit between them.

_Beat._ Alas, he gets nothing by that! In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the 55 whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother. 60

_Mess._ Is’t possible?

_Beat._ Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.

_Mess._ I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

_Beat._ No; an he were, I would burn my study. But, 65 pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil?

_Mess._ He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

_Beat._ O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: 70 he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a’ be cured.

_Mess._ I will hold friends with you, lady. 75

_Beat._ Do, good friend.

_Leon._ You will never run mad, niece.

_Beat._ No, not till a hot January.

_Mess._ Don Pedro is approached.

_Enter_ DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, _and_ BALTHASAR.

_D. Pedro._ Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet 80 your trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

_Leon._ Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and 85 happiness takes his leave.

_D. Pedro._ You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is your daughter.

_Leon._ Her mother hath many times told me so.

_Bene._ Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? 90

_Leon._ Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a child.

_D. Pedro._ You have it full, Benedick: we may guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, the lady fathers herself. Be happy, lady; for you are like an honourable father. 95

_Bene._ If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she is.

_Beat._ I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you. 100

_Bene._ What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

_Beat._ Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it, as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.

_Bene._ Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I 105 am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

_Beat._ A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and 110 my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

_Bene._ God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall ’scape a predestinate scratched face.

_Beat._ Scratching could not make it worse, an ’twere such 115 a face as yours were.

_Bene._ Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

_Beat._ A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

_Bene._ I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i’ God’s 120 name; I have done.

_Beat._ You always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.

_D. Pedro._ That is the sum of all, Leonato. Signior Claudio and Signior Benedick, my dear friend Leonato 125 hath invited you all. I tell him we shall stay here at the least a month; and he heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer. I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.

_Leon._ If you swear, my lord, you shall not be forsworn. 130 [_To Don John_] Let me bid you welcome, my lord: being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe you all duty.

_D. John._ I thank you: I am not of many words, but I thank you.

_Leon._ Please it your Grace lead on? 135

_D. Pedro._ Your hand, Leonato; we will go together.

[_Exeunt all except Benedick and Claudio._

_Claud._ Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?

_Bene._ I noted her not; but I looked on her.

_Claud._ Is she not a modest young lady? 140

_Bene._ Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgement; or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex?

_Claud._ No; I pray thee speak in sober judgement.

_Bene._ Why, i’faith, methinks she’s too low for a high 145 praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise: only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her.

_Claud._ Thou thinkest I am in sport: I pray thee tell 150 me truly how thou likest her.

_Bene._ Would you buy her, that you inquire after her?

_Claud._ Can the world buy such a jewel?

_Bene._ Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack, to tell us 155 Cupid is a good hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall a man take you, to go in the song?

_Claud._ In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.

_Bene._ I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no 160 such matter: there’s her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you?

_Claud._ I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn 165 the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.

_Bene._ Is’t come to this? In faith, hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Go to, i’faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the 170 print of it, and sigh away Sundays. Look; Don Pedro is returned to seek you.

_Re-enter_ DON PEDRO.

_D. Pedro._ What secret hath held you here, that you followed not to Leonato’s?

_Bene._ I would your Grace would constrain me to tell. 175

_D. Pedro._ I charge thee on thy allegiance.

_Bene._ You hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret as a dumb man; I would have you think so; but, on my allegiance, mark you this, on my allegiance. He is in love. With who? now that is your Grace’s part. Mark how 180 short his answer is;—With Hero, Leonato’s short daughter.

_Claud._ If this were so, so were it uttered.

_Bene._ Like the old tale, my lord: ‘it is not so, nor ’twas not so, but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.’

_Claud._ If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it 185 should be otherwise.

_D. Pedro._ Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy.

_Claud._ You speak this to fetch me in, my lord.

_D. Pedro._ By my troth, I speak my thought. 190

_Claud._ And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine.

_Bene._ And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine.

_Claud._ That I love her, I feel.

_D. Pedro._ That she is worthy, I know. 195

_Bene._ That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me: I will die in it at the stake.

_D. Pedro._ Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty. 200

_Claud._ And never could maintain his part but in the force of his will.

_Bene._ That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or 205 hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor.

_D. Pedro._ I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love. 210

_Bene._ With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord; not with love: prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker’s pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of blind Cupid. 215

_D. Pedro._ Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

_Bene._ If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder, and called Adam. 220

_D. Pedro._ Well, as time shall try: ‘In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.’

_Bene._ The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull’s horns, and set them in my forehead: and let me be vilely painted; and in such 225 great letters as they write ‘Here is good horse to hire,’ let them signify under my sign ‘Here you may see Benedick the married man.’

_Claud._ If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn-mad. 230

_D. Pedro._ Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.

_Bene._ I look for an earthquake too, then.

_D. Pedro._ Well, you will temporize with the hours. In the meantime, good Signior Benedick, repair to Leonato’s: 235 commend me to him, and tell him I will not fail him at supper; for indeed he hath made great preparation.

_Bene._ I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and so I commit you—

_Claud._ To the tuition of God: From my house, if I 240 had it,—

_D. Pedro._ The sixth of July: Your loving friend, Benedick.

_Bene._ Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards 245 are but slightly basted on neither: ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conscience: and so I leave you.

[_Exit._

_Claud._ My liege, your highness now may do me good.

_D. Pedro._ My love is thine to teach: teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn 250 Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

_Claud._ Hath Leonato any son, my lord?

_D. Pedro._ No child but Hero; she’s his only heir. Dost thou affect her, Claudio?

_Claud._ O, my lord, When you went onward on this ended action, 255 I look’d upon her with a soldier’s eye, That liked, but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love: But now I am return’d and that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms 260 Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Saying, I liked her ere I went to wars.

_D. Pedro._ Thou wilt be like a lover presently, And tire the hearer with a book of words. 265 If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; And I will break with her and with her father, And thou shalt have her. Was’t not to this end That thou began’st to twist so fine a story?

_Claud._ How sweetly you do minister to love, 270 That know love’s grief by his complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salved it with a longer treatise.

_D. Pedro._ What need the bridge much broader than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity. 275 Look, what will serve is fit: ’tis once, thou lovest, And I will fit thee with the remedy. I know we shall have revelling to-night: I will assume thy part in some disguise, And tell fair Hero I am Claudio; 280 And in her bosom I’ll unclasp my heart, And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale: Then after to her father will I break; And the conclusion is, she shall be thine. 285 In practice let us put it presently. [_Exeunt._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _Much Ado About Nothing_, I, 1.

SCENE I. Before L.’s house] Capell. A court before L.’s house. Pope.

Enter...] See note (I).

1, 8: _Peter_] Q Ff. _Pedro_ Rowe.

8: _numbers_] _number_ F4.

35: _bird-bolt_] Theobald. _but-bolt_ Id. conj. _burbolt_ Q Ff.

37: _promised_] _promise_ F4.

39: _be_] om. F3 F4.

_meet_] _met_ Capell.

40: _these_] Q F1. _those_ F2 F3 F4.

41: Beat.] Mes. F2.

_victual_] Capell. _vittaile_ Q. _victuall_ F1 F2 F3.
_victuals_ F4.

_eat_] F3 F4. _eate_ Q F2. _ease_ F1.

42: _he is_] Q. _he’s_ Ff.

50: _stuffing,—well,_] Theobald (Davenant’s version). _stuffing well,_ Q Ff.

57: _warm_] _from harm_ Warburton.

58: _wealth_] _wearth_ Hanmer.

65, 161, 170 and passim. _an_] Theobald. _and_ Q Ff. _if_ Pope.

73: _Benedick_] _Benedict_ Q F1.

74: _a’_] _a_ Q1. _he_ F1. _it_ F2 F3 F4.

77: _never_] Q. _ne’re_ Ff.

79: Enter ... Don John] Enter ... John the Bastard. Q Ff.

80: SCENE II. Pope.

80, 81: _you are...trouble:_] Ff. _are you...trouble:_ Q. _are you...trouble?_ Collier.

87: _too_] Q F1. _more_ F2 F3 F4. _most_ Rowe.

90: _sir_] Q. om. Ff.

92: _we_] _you_ Rowe (ed. 2).

110: _pernicious_] _pertinacious_ Grey conj.

116: _were_] om. Collier MS.

120: _i’_] Capell. _a_ Q Ff. _o’_ Warburton.

124: _That...all, Leonato._] _That...all: Leonato,_ Q. _This...all: Leonato,_ Ff. _This...all: Don John,_ Hanmer. See note (II).

126: _tell him_] Q F1 F2. _tell you_ F3 F4.

131, 132: Q Ff place a comma after _lord_ and a colon or semicolon after _brother_.

136: [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Manent ... Q. [Exeunt. Manet... Ff.

137: SCENE III. Pope.

143: _their_] _her_ Capell conj.

144: _pray thee_] Q F1 _prethee_ F2 F3 F4.

145: _a high_] _a hie_ Q F1 F2. _an high_ F3 F4.

154: _into_] _in too_ Hanmer.

158, 159: _ever I_] _I ever_ Pope.

162: _with a_] _with such a_ Rowe (ed. 2).

167: _this? In faith_] Q Ff. _this, in faith?_ Pope.

172: Re-enter Don Pedro.] Hanmer. Enter Don Pedro, John the bastard. Q Ff.

173: SCENE IV. Pope.

174: _Leonato’s_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Leonatoes_ Q F1 F2. _Leonato_ F3 F4. _Leonato’s house_ Pope.

177: _can_] _cannot_ F4.

180: _With who?_] Q F1. _With whom?_ F2 F3 F4.

181: _his_] _the_ Collier MS.

182, 183: Claud. _If ... were it._ Bene. _Uttered like the old tale ..._ Johnson conj. See note (III).

193: _spoke_] Q. _speake_ F1 F2. _speak_ F3 F4.

205: _recheat_] _rechate_ Q Ff.

219: _hits_] _first hits_ Collier MS.

248: SCENE V. Pope.

249: _to teach_] _to use_ S. Walker conj.

267: _I will_] _I’ll_ Pope.

267, 268: _and with her father, And thou shalt have her_] Q. Omitted in Ff. restored by Theobald.

269: _story_] _string_ Lettsom conj.

270: _you do_] Q. _do you_ Ff.

275: _grant_] _plea_ Hanmer. _ground_ Collier MS.

_grant is_] _garant’s_ Anon. conj.

_is_] Q F1 F2. _in_ F3 F4.

_the] to_ Hayley conj.

282: _the_] _a_ F4.

286: _presently_] _instantly_ Capell conj. MS. ~~~~~

SCENE II. _A room in_ LEONATO’S _house_.

_Enter_ LEONATO _and_ ANTONIO, _meeting_.

_Leon._ How now, brother! Where is my cousin, your son? hath he provided this music?

_Ant._ He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can tell you strange news, that you yet dreamt not of.

_Leon._ Are they good? 5

_Ant._ As the event stamps them: but they have a good cover; they show well outward. The prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in mine orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine: the prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my niece your daughter, 10 and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with you of it.

_Leon._ Hath the fellow any wit that told you this?

_Ant._ A good sharp fellow: I will send for him; and 15 question him yourself.

_Leon._ No, no; we will hold it as a dream till it appear itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you and tell her of it. [_Enter attendants._] Cousins, 20 you know what you have to do. O, I cry you mercy, friend; go you with me, and I will use your skill. Good cousin, have a care this busy time. [_Exeunt._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _Much Ado About Nothing_, I, 2.

SCENE II.] Capell.

A room in L.’s house] Capell. See note (IV).

Enter...] Enter L. and an old man brother to L. Q Ff. Re-enter A. and L. Pope.

4: _strange_] Q. om. Ff.

6: _event_] F2 F3 F4 _events_ Q F1.

8: _mine orchard_] Q. _my orchard_ Ff.

9: _thus much_] Q. _thus_ Ff.

12: _he meant_] Q F1 F2 F3. _meant_ F4.

18: _withal_] Theobald. _withall_ Q F1 F2. _with all_ F3 F4.

19: _an_]Q F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

20: Enter attendants] Edd. Several cross the stage here. Theobald. Enter several persons, bearing things for the Banquet. Capell.

23: _cousin_] _cousins_ Steevens. ~~~~~

SCENE III. _The same._

_Enter_ DON JOHN _and_ CONRADE.

_Con._ What the good-year, my lord! why are you thus out of measure sad?

_D. John._ There is no measure in the occasion that breeds; therefore the sadness is without limit.

_Con._ You should hear reason. 5

_D. John._ And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it?

_Con._ If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance.

_D. John._ I wonder that thou, being (as thou sayest thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine 10 to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man’s jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man’s leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man’s business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour. 15

_Con._ Yea, but you must not make the full show of this till you may do it without controlment. You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace; where it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself: it is 20 needful that you frame the season for your own harvest.

_D. John._ I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it 25 must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am, and seek not 30 to alter me.

_Con._ Can you make no use of your discontent?

_D. John._ I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here?

_Enter_ BORACHIO.

What news, Borachio? 35

_Bora._ I came yonder from a great supper: the prince your brother is royally entertained by Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

_D. John._ Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he for a fool that betroths himself to unquietness? 40

_Bora._ Marry, it is your brother’s right hand.

_D. John._ Who? the most exquisite Claudio?

_Bora._ Even he.

_D. John._ A proper squire! And who, and who? which 45 way looks he?

_Bora._ Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

_D. John._ A very forward March-chick! How came you to this?

_Bora._ Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was 50 smoking a musty room, comes me the prince and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed upon, that the prince should woo Hero for himself, and having obtained her, give her to Count Claudio. 55

_D. John._ Come, come, let us thither: this may prove food to my displeasure. That young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow: if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way. You are both sure, and will assist me?

_Con._ To the death, my lord. 60

_D. John._ Let us to the great supper: their cheer is the greater that I am subdued. Would the cook were of my mind! Shall we go prove what’s to be done?

_Bora._ We’ll wait upon your lordship. [_Exeunt._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _Much Ado About Nothing_, I. 3.

SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope.

1: _good-year_] _good-yeere_ Q. _good yeere_ F1 F2. _good year_ F3 F4. _good-jer_ Theobald. _goujeres_ Hanmer. _goujere_ Steevens.

4: _breeds_] _breeds it._ Theobald.

7: _brings_] Q. _bringeth_ Ff.

8: _at least_] Q. _yet_ Ff.

10: _moral_] _morall_ Q F1. _mortall_ F2 F3 F4.

16: _the full_] _full_ S. Walker conj. who would print lines 16–21 as verses, ending _this...controlement ... brother...grace...root...yourself...season...harvest._

17: _of late_] _till of late_ Collier MS.

19: _true_] Q. om. Ff.

23: _in his grace_] _by his grace_ Johnson conj. _in his garden_ Id. conj. (withdrawn).

27: _muzzle_] _mussell_ Q F1 F2 F3. _muzzel_ F4.

33: _I make_] Q. _I will make_ Ff.

36: _came_] _come_ Capell conj.

47: _on_] Ff. _one_ Q.

48: _came_] Q F1. _come_ F2 F3 F4.

49: _to this?_] _to know this?_ Johnson.

52: _whipt me_] Q. _whipt_ Ff.

59: _me?_] Ff. _me._ Q. ~~~~~