{"id":46,"date":"2019-05-08T15:46:35","date_gmt":"2019-05-08T15:46:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/?page_id=46"},"modified":"2021-03-15T19:24:36","modified_gmt":"2021-03-15T19:24:36","slug":"act-5-scene-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/act-5-scene-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Act 5, Scene 2"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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

[Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting]\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at 
my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Margaret. <\/strong>Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living\u00a0
shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou
deservest it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Margaret. <\/strong>To have no man come over me! why, shall I always 
keep below stairs?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound’s mouth; it catches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Margaret.\u00a0<\/strong>And yours as blunt as the fencer’s foils, which hit,
but hurt not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a 
woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give 
thee the bucklers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Margaret.\u00a0<\/strong>Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the 
pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Margaret. <\/strong>Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>And therefore will come.\u00a0
[Exit MARGARET]<\/em>
[Sings]<\/em>\u00a0
The god of love,\u00a0
That sits above,\u00a0
And knows me, and knows me,\u00a0
How pitiful I deserve,\u2014
I mean in singing; but in loving, Leander the good\u00a0
swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and\u00a0
a whole bookful of these quondam carpet-mangers,\u00a0
whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a\u00a0
blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned
over and over as my poor self in love. Marry, I\u00a0
cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried: I can find\u00a0
out no rhyme to ‘lady’ but ‘baby,’ an innocent\u00a0
rhyme; for ‘scorn,’ ‘horn,’ a hard rhyme; for,\u00a0
‘school,’ ‘fool,’ a babbling rhyme; very ominous
endings: no, I was not born under a rhyming planet,\u00a0
nor I cannot woo in festival terms.\u00a0
[Enter BEATRICE]<\/em>\u00a0
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice.\u00a0<\/strong>Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>O, stay but till then!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice. <\/strong>‘Then’ is spoken; fare you well now: and yet, ere 
I go, let me go with that I came; which is, with 
knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice. <\/strong>Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but 
foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I 
will depart unkissed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense,\u00a0
so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee
plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either\u00a0
I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe\u00a0
him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me for\u00a0
which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice.\u00a0<\/strong>For them all together; which maintained so politic
a state of evil that they will not admit any good\u00a0
part to intermingle with them. But for which of my\u00a0
good parts did you first suffer love for me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love\u00a0
indeed, for I love thee against my will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice. <\/strong>In spite of your heart, I think; alas, poor heart! 
If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for 
yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice.\u00a0<\/strong>It appears not in this confession: there’s not one
wise man among twenty that will praise himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in\u00a0
the lime of good neighbours. If a man do not erect\u00a0
in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live\u00a0
no longer in monument than the bell rings and the
widow weeps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice. <\/strong>And how long is that, think you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>Question: why, an hour in clamour and a quarter in\u00a0
rheum: therefore is it most expedient for the\u00a0
wise, if Don Worm, his conscience, find no
impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his\u00a0
own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for\u00a0
praising myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is\u00a0
praiseworthy: and now tell me, how doth your cousin?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice.\u00a0<\/strong>Very ill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>And how do you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice. <\/strong>Very ill too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Serve God, love me and mend. There will I leave 
you too, for here comes one in haste.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Enter URSULA]\n\n\n\n

Ursula.\u00a0<\/strong>Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder’s old\u00a0
coil at home: it is proved my Lady Hero hath been\u00a0
falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily\u00a0
abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is\u00a0
fed and gone. Will you come presently?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beatrice. <\/strong>Will you go hear this news, signior?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be 
buried in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with 
thee to thy uncle’s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

LEONATO\u2019S garden. [Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting] Benedick. Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Margaret. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty? Benedick.\u00a0In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living\u00a0shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thoudeservest […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-46","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PaXq7d-K","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/46","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/46\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":79,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/46\/revisions\/79"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}