Act 3, Scene 2

A room in LEONATO’S house


Don Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be consummate, and 
then go I toward Arragon.

Claudio. I’ll bring you thither, my lord, if you’ll 
vouchsafe me.

Don Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in the new gloss 
of your marriage as to show a child his new coat 
and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold
with Benedick for his company; for, from the crown 
of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all 
mirth: he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid’s 
bow-string and the little hangman dare not shoot at 
him; he hath a heart as sound as a bell and his
tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his 
tongue speaks.

Benedick. Gallants, I am not as I have been.

Leonato. So say I. methinks you are sadder.

Claudio. I hope he be in love.

Don Pedro. Hang him, truant! there’s no true drop of blood in 
him, to be truly touched with love: if he be sad, 
he wants money.

Benedick. I have the toothache.

Don Pedro. Draw it.

Benedick. Hang it!

Claudio. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards.

Don Pedro. What! sigh for the toothache?

Leonato. Where is but a humour or a worm.

Benedick. Well, every one can master a grief but he that has

Claudio. Yet say I, he is in love.

Don Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be 
a fancy that he hath to strange disguises; as, to be 
a Dutchman today, a Frenchman to-morrow, or in the
shape of two countries at once, as, a German from 
the waist downward, all slops, and a Spaniard from 
the hip upward, no doublet. Unless he have a fancy 
to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no 
fool for fancy, as you would have it appear he is.

Claudio. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no 
believing old signs: a’ brushes his hat o’ 
mornings; what should that bode?

Don Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber’s?

Claudio. No, but the barber’s man hath been seen with him,
and the old ornament of his cheek hath already 
stuffed tennis-balls.

Leonato. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by the loss of a beard.

Don Pedro. Nay, a’ rubs himself with civet: can you smell him 
out by that?

Claudio. That’s as much as to say, the sweet youth’s in love.

Don Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy.

Claudio. And when was he wont to wash his face?

Don Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear 
what they say of him.

Claudio. Nay, but his jesting spirit; which is now crept into 
a lute-string and now governed by stops.

Don Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him: conclude, 
conclude he is in love.

Claudio. Nay, but I know who loves him.

Don Pedro. That would I know too: I warrant, one that knows him not.

Claudio. Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in despite of 
all, dies for him.

Don Pedro. She shall be buried with her face upwards.

Benedick. Yet is this no charm for the toothache. Old
signior, walk aside with me: I have studied eight 
or nine wise words to speak to you, which these 
hobby-horses must not hear.


Don Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Beatrice.

Claudio. ‘Tis even so. Hero and Margaret have by this 
played their parts with Beatrice; and then the two 
bears will not bite one another when they meet.

[Enter DON JOHN]

Don John. My lord and brother, God save you!

Don Pedro. Good den, brother.

Don John. If your leisure served, I would speak with you.

Don Pedro. In private?

Don John. If it please you: yet Count Claudio may hear; for 
what I would speak of concerns him.

Don Pedro. What’s the matter?

Don John. [To CLAUDIO] Means your lordship to be married 

Don Pedro. You know he does.

Don John. I know not that, when he knows what I know.

Claudio. If there be any impediment, I pray you discover it.

Don John. You may think I love you not: let that appear 
hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now will 
manifest. For my brother, I think he holds you 
well, and in dearness of heart hath holp to effect
your ensuing marriage;—surely suit ill spent and 
labour ill bestowed.

Don Pedro. Why, what’s the matter?

Don John. I came hither to tell you; and, circumstances 
shortened, for she has been too long a talking of,
the lady is disloyal.

Claudio. Who, Hero?

Don Pedro. Even she; Leonato’s Hero, your Hero, every man’s Hero:

Claudio. Disloyal?

Don John. The word is too good to paint out her wickedness; I
could say she were worse: think you of a worse 
title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not till 
further warrant: go but with me to-night, you shall 
see her chamber-window entered, even the night 
before her wedding-day: if you love her then,
to-morrow wed her; but it would better fit your honour 
to change your mind.

Claudio. May this be so?

Don Pedro. I will not think it.

Don John. If you dare not trust that you see, confess not
that you know: if you will follow me, I will show 
you enough; and when you have seen more and heard 
more, proceed accordingly.

Claudio. If I see any thing to-night why I should not marry 
her to-morrow in the congregation, where I should
wed, there will I shame her.

Don Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I will join 
with thee to disgrace her.

Don John. I will disparage her no farther till you are my 
witnesses: bear it coldly but till midnight, and
let the issue show itself.

Don Pedro. O day untowardly turned!

Claudio. O mischief strangely thwarting!

Don John. O plague right well prevented! so will you say when 
you have seen the sequel.