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I am to myself。 So much for praising myself； who； I myself will bear
witness； is praiseworthy。 And now tell me； how doth your cousin？
Beat。 Very ill。
Bene。 And how do you？
Beat。 Very ill too。
Bene。 Serve God； love me； and mend。 There will I leave you too； for
here comes one in haste。 ＇Enter Ursula。＇
Urs。 Madam； you must come to your uncle。 Yonder's old coil at home。
It is proved my Lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd； the Prince and
Claudio mightily abus'd； and Don John is the author of all； who is fled and
gone。 Will you come presently？
Beat。 Will you go hear this news； signior？
Bene。 I will live in thy heart； die in thy lap； and be buried thy eyes； and
moreover； I will go with thee to thy uncle's。 ＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE III。 A churchyard。
＇Enter Claudio； Don Pedro； and three or four with tapers； followed by
Musicians。＇
Claud。 Is this the monument of Leonato？
Lord。 It is； my lord。
Claud。 ＇reads from a scroll＇ Epitaph。 Done to death by slanderous
tongues Was the Hero that here lies。 Death； in guerdon of her wrongs；
Gives her fame which never dies。 So the life that died with shame Lives in
death with glorious fame。 Hang thou there upon the tomb； ＇Hangs up the
scroll。＇ Praising her when I am dumb。 Now； music； sound； and sing your
solemn hymn。 Song。 Pardon； goddess of the night； Those that slew thy
virgin knight； For the which； with songs of woe； Round about her tomb
they go。 Midnight； assist our moan； Help us to sigh and groan Heavily；
heavily； Graves； yawn and yield your dead； Till death be uttered Heavily；
heavily。
Claud。 Now unto thy bones good night！ Yearly will I do this rite。
Pedro。 Good morrow； masters。 Put your torches out。 The wolves have
prey'd； and look； the gentle day； Before the wheels of Phoebus； round
about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey。 Thanks to you all； and
leave us。 Fare you well。
Claud。 Good morrow； masters。 Each his several way。
Pedro。 Come； let us hence and put on other weeds； And then to
Leonato's we will go。
Claud。 And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds Than this for whom
we rend'red up this woe。 ＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE IV The hall in Leonato's house。
＇Enter Leonato； Benedick； Beatrice； Margaret； Ursula； Antonio； Friar
＇Francis＇； Hero。＇
Friar。 Did I not tell you she was innocent？
Leon。 So are the Prince and Claudio； who accus'd her Upon the error
that you heard debated。 But Margaret was in some fault for this； Although
against her will； as it appears In the true course of all the question。
Ant。 Well； I am glad that all things sort so well。
Bene。 And so am I； being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio
to a reckoning for it。
Leon。 Well； daughter； and you gentlewomen all； Withdraw into a
chamber by yourselves； And when I send for you； come hither mask'd。
＇Exeunt Ladies。＇ The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour To visit me。
You know your office； brother： You must be father to your brother's
daughter； And give her to young Claudio。
Ant。 Which I will do with confirm'd countenance。
Bene。 Friar； I must entreat your pains； I think。
Friar。 To do what； signior？
Bene。 To bind me； or undo meone of them。 Signior Leonato； truth it
is； good signior； Your niece regards me with an eye of favour。
Leon。 That eye my daughter lent her。 'Tis most true。
Bene。 And I do with an eye of love requite her。
Leon。 The sight whereof I think you had from me； From Claudio； and
the Prince； but what's your will？
Bene。 Your answer； sir； is enigmatical； But； for my will； my will is；
your good will May stand with ours； this day to be conjoin'd In the state of
honourable marriage； In which； good friar； I shall desire your help。
Leon。 My heart is with your liking。
Friar。 And my help。 ＇Enter Don Pedro and Claudio and two or three
other。 ＇ Here comes the Prince and Claudio。
Pedro。 Good morrow to this fair assembly。
Leon。 Good morrow； Prince； good morrow； Claudio。 We here attend
you。 Are you yet determin'd To…day to marry with my brother's daughter？
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Claud。 I'll hold my mind； were she an Ethiope。
Leon。 Call her forth； brother。 Here's the friar ready。 ＇Exit Antonio。＇
Pedro。 Good morrow； Benedick。 Why； what's the matter That you have
such a February face； So full of frost； of storm； and cloudiness？
Claud。 I think he thinks upon the savage bull。 Tush； fear not； man！
We'll tip thy horns with gold； And all Europa shall rejoice at thee； As once
Europa did at lusty Jove When he would play the noble beast in love。
Bene。 Bull Jove； sir； had an amiable low； And some such strange bull
leap'd your father's cow And got a calf in that same noble feat Much like
to you； for you have just his bleat。 ＇Enter ＇Leonato's＇ brother ＇Antonio＇；
Hero； Beatrice； Margaret； Ursula； ＇the ladies wearing masks。＇
Claud。 For this I owe you。 Here comes other reckonings。 Which is the
lady I must seize upon？
Ant。 This same is she； and I do give you her。
Claud。 Why then； she's mine。 Sweet； let me see your face。
Leon。 No； that you shall not till you take her hand Before this friar and
swear to marry her。
Claud。 Give me your hand before this holy friar。 I am your husband if
you like of me。
Hero。 And when I liv'd I was your other wife； ＇Unmasks。＇ And when
you lov'd you were my other husband。
Claud。 Another Hero！
Hero。 Nothing certainer。 One Hero died defil'd； but I do live； And
surely as I live； I am a maid。
Pedro。 The former Hero！ Hero that is dead！
Leon。 She died； my lord； but whiles her slander liv'd。
Friar。 All this amazement can I qualify； When； after that the holy rites
are ended； I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death。 Meantime let wonder
seem familiar； And to the chapel let us presently。
Bene。 Soft and fair； friar。 Which is Beatrice？
Beat。 ＇unmasks＇ I answer to that name。 What is your will？
Bene。 Do not you love me？
Beat。 Why； no； no more than reason。
Bene。 Why； then your uncle；