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Hero. My Coufin means Signior Benedick of Padua. Meff. O, he's return'd, and as pleasant as ever he




Beat. He fet up his bills here in Melfina, and challeng'd Cupid at the flight; and my Uncle's fool, reading the challenge, fubfcrib'd for Cupid, and challeng'd him at the bird-bolt. I pray you, how many hath he kill'd and eaten in these wars? but how many hath he kill'd? for, indeed, I promis'd to eat all of his killing, da


Leon. Faith, Neice, you tax Signior Benedick too much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. Mell. He hath done good fervice, Lady, in thefe

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Beat. You had musty victuals, and he hath holp to eat it; he's a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an excellent ftomach.

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Mell. And a good foldier too, Lady.

·Beat. And a good foldier to a lady? but what is he to a lord?

Mell. A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stufft with all honourable virtues.

Beat. It is fo, indeed: he is no lefs than a stufft man but for the ftuffing, well, we are all mortal.

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 fkirmish of Wit between them.

Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by That. In our laft


challeng'd Cupid at the flight; the ditufe of the bow makes this paffage obfcure. Benedick is reprefented as challeng. ing Cupid at archery. To challenge at the flight is, I believe, to wager who fhall fhoot the arrow furtheft without any particular mark. To challenge at the

bird-bolt, feems to mean the fame as to challenge at children's archery, with fmall arrows fuch as are difcharged at birds. In Twelfth Night, Lady Olivia oppofes a bird-bolt to a cannon bullet, the lightest to the heaviest of miffive weapons.

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conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man govern'd with one: So that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horfe; 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 fworn brother. Mel. Is it poffible? Beat. Very eafily poffible; he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.



Mell. I fee, Lady', the gentleman is not in your


Beat. No; an he were, I would burn my Study.


-four of his five wits] In our author's time, wit was the

8 quit enough to keep himself WARM,] But how would that

general, term for intellectual make a difference between him and



his borfe? We should read, Wit enough to keep himself FROM This fuits the fatirical turn of her fpeech, in the character fhe would give of Benedick; and this would make the difference spoken of. For 'tis the nature of horses, when wounded, to run upon the point of the weapon. WARBURTON. be wears bis faith] Not religious Profeffion, but Profeffion of friendship; for the speaker gives it as the reafon of her asking, who was now his Companion? that he had every month a new fwarn brother.



powers. So Davies on the Soul, Wit, seeking truth, from cause to caufe afcends,

And never refts till it the first attain;

Will, Seeking good, finds many middle ends,

But never fays till it the last do gain. And in another part,

But if a phrenzy do poffefs the brain,

It fo difturbs and blots the form of things,

As fantely proves altogether

And to the wit no true relation
Then doth the wit, admitting all
for true,
Build fond conclufions on thofe idle

The wits feem to have reckon ed five, by analogy to the five fenfes, or the five inlets of ideas.


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the gentleman is not in your books.] This is a phrase used, I believe, by more than underftand it. To be in one's books is to be in one's codicils or will, so be among friends fet down for legacies.



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But, I pray you, who is his companion? is there no
young fquarer now, that will make a voyage with
him to the devil?.

Mell. He is moft in the company of the right no-
ble Claudio.

Beat. O lord, he will hang upon him like a disease
he is fooner caught than the peftilence, and the taker
runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio, if
he have caught the Benedick; it will coft him a thou-
fand pounds ere he be cur'd.

Melf. I will hold friends with you, Lady.
Beat. Do, good friend.

Leon. You'll ne'er run mad, Neice.
Beat. No, not 'till a hot January.
Mell. Don Pedro is approach'd.


Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and
Don John.

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

Leon. Never came trouble to my houfe in the likenefs of your Grace; for trouble being gone, comfort fhould remain; but when you depart from me, forrow-abides, and happiness takes his leave.


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

Leon. Her mother hath many times told me fo.


young Squarer-] A Squarer
I take to be a choleric, quarrel-
fome fellow, for in this fenfe
Shakespeare ufes the word to
Square. So in Midsummer Night's
Dream it is faid of Oberon and
Titanir, that they never meet but

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Bene. Were you in doubt, Sir, that you afkt her ? Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a child

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.

Bene. If Signior Leonato be her father, fhe would not have his head on her shoulders for all Mefina, as like him as fhe is.

Beat. I wonder, that you will ftill be talking, Signior Benedick; no body marks you.

Bene. What, my dear lady Difdain! are you yet living?

Beat, Is it poffible, Difdain fhould die, while fhe hath fuch meet food to feed it, as Signior Benedick? Courtefie itself must convert to Disdain, if you come in her prefence.

Bene. Then is courtefie a turncoat; but it is certain, I am lov'd 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 elfe have been troubled with a pernicious fuitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man fwear he loves me.

Bene. God keep your lady fhip ftill in that mind! fo fome gentleman or other fhall fcape a predeftinate fcratcht face.

Beat. Scratching could not make it worfe, an 'twere fuch 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 horfe had the speed of your tongue, and fo good a continuer; but keep your way o'God's name, I have done.



Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know you of old.

Pedro. This is the fum of all: 'Leonato,-Signior Claudio, and Signir Benedick,my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all; I tell him, we fhall ftay here at the least a month; and he heartily prays, fome occafion may detain us longer: I dare fwear, he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.

Leon. If you fwear, my Lord, you fhall not be forfworn.Let me bid you welcome, my lord, being reconciled to the prince your brother; I owe you all duty.

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John. I thank you ; I am not of many words, but I thank you.

Leon. Please it your Grace lead on?

Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go together. [Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio.



Claud. Benedick, didft thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?

Bene. I noted her not, but I look'd on her.
Claud. Is the not a modeft young lady?

Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my fimple true judgment? or would you have me speak after my cuftom, as being a professed tyrant to their fex?

Claud. No, I pr'ythee, fpeak in fober judgment.

Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks, fhe is too low for an high praife, too brown for a fair praise; and too little for a great praife; only this commendation I can afford her, that were fhe other than fhe is, fhe were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her.

Claud. Thou think'st, I am in sport; I pray thee, tell me truly how thou lik'ft her.

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