Don Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity. Look, what will serve is fit: 'tis once, thou lovest ; I know we shall have revelling to-night; I will assume thy part in some disguise, And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, ACT III. SCENE I. Hero. For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. Hero. O God of love! I know he doth deserve As much as may be yielded to a man : All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection, She is so self-endear'd. Ursula. Sure, I think so ; And therefore certainly it were not good 21 She knew his love, lest she make sport of it. Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man, If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; Beatrice. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu ! No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee : Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand.22 If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band: For others say thou dost deserve; and I Believe it better than reportingly. ACT IV. SCENE I. Beatrice. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here * * * * * Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf That what we have we prize not to the worth Into his study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall he mourn, And wish he had not so accused her; Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Benedick. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Beatrice. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Benedick. I will not desire that. Beatrice. You have no reason, I do it freely. Benedick. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Beatrice. Ah! how much might the man deserve of me that would right her. Benedick. Is there any way to show such friendship? Beatrice. A very even way, but no such friend. Benedick. May a man do it? Beatrice. It is a man's office, but not yours. Benedick. I do love nothing in the world so well as you ; is not that strange ? Beatrice. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing; nor I deny nothing.-I am sorry for my cousin. Benedick. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Benedick. I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you. Beatrice. Will you not eat your word? Benedick. With no sauce that can be devised to it: I protest, I love thee. Beatrice. Why then, God forgive me! Benedick. What offence, sweet Beatrice? Beatrice. You have staid me in a happy hour, I was about to protest I loved you.' 23 Benedick. And do it with all thy heart. Beatrice. I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest. Benedick. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Beatrice. Kill Claudio. Benedick. Ha! not for the wide world. Beatrice. You kill me to deny it. Farewell. Benedick. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Beatrice. I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you. Nay, I pray you, let me go. Benedick. Beatrice, Beatrice. In faith, I will go. Benedick. We'll be friends first. Beatrice. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy. Benedick. Is Claudio thine enemy? Beatrice. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? -O, that I were a man !-What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with public accusation, |