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Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop.
[Exit ANTONIO D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the matter, That you
have such a February face,
bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold.
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked.
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand,
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of me.
Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : [Unmasking And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero ?
D. Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero that is dead !
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ?
(Unmasking What is your will ?
Bene. Do not you love me?
Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio,
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula,
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me.
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her:
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against our hearts !Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. 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. Bene. Peace, I will stop your
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married man?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot Hout 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, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do propose 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 unbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled 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.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends :— let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o' my word ; therefore, play music.-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife.
Enter a Messenger.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers. [Dance. Exeunt
“The traditionary story of Macbeth, on which this Drama is founded, is related by Hollinshed, in his Chronicles, and also by George Buchanan in bis Latin “ History of Scotland.”
Shakspeare is supposed to have availed himself of Hollinshed's narrative in the construction of this Play, as the incidents introduced by the Poet, are precisely those narrated by the cluronicler. The supernatural agency exercised by the Witches, may appear in this enlightened age, to be beyond the bounds of credibility, but it should be remembered that in Shakspeare's time, the belief in witchcraft was universal.
DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and several other apparitions. SCENE, in the end of the Fourth Act, lies in ENGLAND; through the
rest of the Play, in SCOTLAND; and, chiefly, at MACBETH's Castle.
Enter three Witches.
2nd Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won :
3rd Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
Upon the heath :
All. Paddock calls :-Anon.-
SCENE I.-A Camp near Fores. Alarum within.
meeting a bleeding Soldier.
This is the sergeant,
Doubtfully it stood;
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sol. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Dismay'd not this
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
(Exit Soldier, attended.
The worthy thane of Rosse.
God save the king!
From Fife, great king,
him with self-comparisons,
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Rosse. I'll see it done.