{"id":26,"date":"2019-05-08T14:16:40","date_gmt":"2019-05-08T14:16:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/?page_id=26"},"modified":"2021-03-15T19:24:36","modified_gmt":"2021-03-15T19:24:36","slug":"act-3-scene-1","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/act-3-scene-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Act 3, Scene 1"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

LEONATO\u2019S garden.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA]\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor;\u00a0
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice\u00a0
Proposing with the prince and Claudio:
Whisper her ear and tell her, I and Ursula\u00a0
Walk in the orchard and our whole discourse\u00a0
Is all of her; say that thou overheard’st us;\u00a0
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,\u00a0
Where honeysuckles, ripen’d by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter, like favourites,\u00a0
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride\u00a0
Against that power that bred it: there will she hide her,\u00a0
To listen our purpose. This is thy office;\u00a0
Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Margaret. <\/strong>I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exit]\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,\u00a0
As we do trace this alley up and down,\u00a0
Our talk must only be of Benedick.
When I do name him, let it be thy part\u00a0
To praise him more than ever man did merit:\u00a0
My talk to thee must be how Benedick\u00a0
Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter\u00a0
Is little Cupid’s crafty arrow made,
That only wounds by hearsay.\u00a0
[Enter BEATRICE, behind]<\/em>\u00a0
Now begin;\u00a0
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs\u00a0
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula.\u00a0<\/strong>The pleasant’st angling is to see the fish\u00a0
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,\u00a0
And greedily devour the treacherous bait:\u00a0
So angle we for Beatrice; who even now\u00a0
Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing\u00a0
Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.\u00a0
[Approaching the bower]<\/em>\u00a0
No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;
I know her spirits are as coy and wild\u00a0
As haggerds of the rock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>But are you sure 
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>So says the prince and my new-trothed lord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>They did entreat me to acquaint her of it;\u00a0
But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,\u00a0
To wish him wrestle with affection,\u00a0
And never to let Beatrice know of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman 
Deserve as full as fortunate a bed 
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>O god of love! I know he doth deserve\u00a0
As much as may be yielded to a man:
But Nature never framed a woman’s heart\u00a0
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;\u00a0
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,\u00a0
Misprising what they look on, and her wit\u00a0
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,\u00a0
Nor take no shape nor project of affection,\u00a0
She is so self-endeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula.\u00a0<\/strong>Sure, I think so;\u00a0
And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,\u00a0
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,\u00a0
But she would spell him backward: if fair-faced,\u00a0
She would swear the gentleman should be her sister;
If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antique,\u00a0
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;\u00a0
If low, an agate very vilely cut;\u00a0
If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;\u00a0
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out\u00a0
And never gives to truth and virtue that\u00a0
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>No, not to be so odd and from all fashions
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable:\u00a0
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,\u00a0
She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me\u00a0
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.\u00a0
Therefore let Benedick, like cover’d fire,
Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:\u00a0
It were a better death than die with mocks,\u00a0
Which is as bad as die with tickling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>No; rather I will go to Benedick
And counsel him to fight against his passion.\u00a0
And, truly, I’ll devise some honest slanders\u00a0
To stain my cousin with: one doth not know\u00a0
How much an ill word may empoison liking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula.\u00a0<\/strong>O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
She cannot be so much without true judgment\u2014\u00a0
Having so swift and excellent a wit\u00a0
As she is prized to have\u2014as to refuse\u00a0
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>He is the only man of Italy.
Always excepted my dear Claudio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula.\u00a0<\/strong>I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,\u00a0
Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick,\u00a0
For shape, for bearing, argument and valour,\u00a0
Goes foremost in report through Italy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero. <\/strong>Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. 
When are you married, madam?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero.\u00a0<\/strong>Why, every day, to-morrow. Come, go in:\u00a0
I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ursula. <\/strong>She’s limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hero. <\/strong>If it proves so, then loving goes by haps: 
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exeunt HERO and URSULA]\n\n\n\n

Beatrice.\u00a0<\/strong>[Coming forward]<\/em>\u00a0
What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?\u00a0
Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?\u00a0
Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!\u00a0
No glory lives behind the back of such.
And, Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,\u00a0
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand:\u00a0
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee\u00a0
To bind our loves up in a holy band;\u00a0
For others say thou dost deserve, and I
Believe it better than reportingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exit]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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