Much Ado About Nothing
Act V, Scene 4
A room in Leonato’s house.
- Enter Leonato, Benedick, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula, old man
- Antonio, Friar Francis, Hero.
- Did I not tell you she was innocent?
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- So are the Prince and Claudio, who accus’d her
- Upon the error that you heard debated.
- But Margaret was in some fault for this,
- Although against her will, as it appears
- In the true course of all the question.
- Well, I am glad that all things sorts so well.
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- And so am I, being else by faith enforc’d
- To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
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- Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
- Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves,
- And when I send for you, come hither masked.
- The Prince and Claudio promis’d 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.
- Exeunt Ladies.
- Which I will do with confirm’d countenance.
- Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
- To do what, signior?
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- 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.
- That eye my daughter lent her, ’tis most true.
- And I do with an eye of love requite her.
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- The sight whereof I think you had from me,
- From Claudio, and the Prince. But what’s your will?
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- Your answer, sir, is enigmatical,
- But for my will, my will is your good will
- May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin’d
- In the state of honorable marriage,
- In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
- My heart is with your liking.
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- And my help.
- Here comes the Prince and Claudio.
- Enter Prince Don Pedro and Claudio and two or three other.
- Good morrow to this fair assembly.
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- Good morrow, Prince; good morrow, Claudio;
- We here attend you. Are you yet determined
- Today to marry with my brother’s daughter?
- I’ll hold my mind were she an Ethiope.
- Call her forth, brother, here’s the friar ready.
- Exit Antonio.
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- Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what’s the matter,
- That you have such a February face,
- So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?
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- I think he thinks upon the savage bull.
- Tush, fear not, man, we’ll tip thy horns with gold,
- And all Europa shall rejoice at thee,
- As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
- When he would play the noble beast in love.
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- Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low,
- And some such strange bull leapt your father’s cow,
- And got a calf in that same noble feat
- Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
- Enter Brother Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula, the
- ladies masked.
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- For this I owe you: here comes other reck’nings.
- Which is the lady I must seize upon?
- This same is she, and I do give you her.
- Why then she’s mine. Sweet, let me see your face.
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- No, that you shall not till you take her hand,
- Before this friar, and swear to marry her.
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- Give me your hand before this holy friar—
- I am your husband if you like of me.
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- And when I liv’d, I was your other wife,
- And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.
- Another Hero!
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- Nothing certainer:
- One Hero died defil’d, but I do live,
- And surely as I live, I am a maid.
- The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
- She died, my lord, but whiles her slander liv’d.
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- All this amazement can I qualify,
- When after that the holy rites are ended,
- I’ll tell you largely of fair Hero’s death.
- Mean time let wonder seem familiar,
- And to the chapel let us presently.
- 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.
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- Why then your uncle and the Prince and Claudio
- Have been deceived. They swore you did.
- Do not you love me?
- Troth, no, no more than reason.
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- Why then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula
- Are much deceiv’d, for they did swear you did.
- They swore that you were almost sick for me.
- They swore that you were well-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.
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- And I’ll be sworn upon’t that he loves her,
- For here’s a paper written in his hand,
- A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
- Fashion’d to Beatrice.
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- And here’s another
- Writ in my cousin’s hand, stol’n from her pocket,
- Containing her affection unto Benedick.
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- A miracle! Here’s our own hands against our hearts. Come, I
- will have thee, but by this light, I take thee for pity.
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- 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.
- Kissing her.
- How dost thou, Benedick the married man?
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- I’ll tell thee what, Prince: a college of wit-crackers
- cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for
- a satire or an epigram? No, if a man will be beaten with
- brains, ’a shall wear nothing handsome about him. In brief,
- since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any
- purpose that the world can say against it, and therefore
- never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man
- is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy part,
- Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee, but in that thou
- art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis’d, and love my
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- I had well hop’d thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I
- might have cudgell’d thee out of thy single life, to make
- thee a double-dealer, which out of question thou wilt be, if
- my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
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- Come, come, we are friends. Let’s have a dance ere we are
- married, that we may lighten our own hearts and our wives’
- We’ll have dancing afterward.
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- First, of my word; therefore play, music. Prince, thou art
- sad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff
- more reverent than one tipp’d with horn.
- Enter Messenger.
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- My lord, your brother John is ta’en in flight,
- And brought with armed men back to Messina.
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- Think not on him till tomorrow. I’ll devise thee brave
- punishments for him. Strike up, pipers.