Much Ado About Nothing Page #3

O, my lord, when you went onward

on this ended action,

I look'd upon her

with a soldier's eye,

that liked,

but had a rougher

task in hand

than to drive liking

to the name of love.

and that war-thoughts

have left their places vacant,

in their rooms come thronging soft

and delicate desires,

all prompting

me how fair young Hero is,

saying, "I liked her

ere I went to wars."

Thou wilt be

like a lover presently

and tire the hearer

with a book of words.

If thou dost love

fair Hero, cherish it,

and I will break with her and with her father,

and thou shalt have her.

I know we shall have

reveling to-night. Hmm.

I will assume

thy part in some disguise

and tell fair

Hero I am Claudio,

and in her bosom

I'll unclasp my heart

and take her hearing

prisoner with the force

and strong encounter

of my amorous tale.

Then after to her

father will I break,

and the conclusion

is she shall be thine.

What the good-year,

my lord.

Why are you thus

out of measure sad?

There is no measure

in the occasion that breeds,

therefore the sadness

is without limit.

You should hear reason.

And when I have heard it,

what blessing brings it?

If not a present remedy,

at least a patient sufferance.

I cannot hide what I am.

I must be sad when I have cause

and smile at no man's jests,

eat when I have stomach

and wait for no man's leisure,

sleep when I am drowsy

and tend on no man's business,

laugh when I am merry

and claw no man in his humor.

Yea, but you must not make

the full show of

this till you may do it

without controlment.

You have of late stood out

against your brother,

and he hath ta'en you newly

into his grace,

where it is impossible

you should take true root

but by the fair weather

that you make yourself.

I had rather be a canker

in a hedge

than a rose in his grace,

and it better fits

my blood to be disdained

of all than

to fashion a carriage

to rob love from any.

In this, though I cannot be said

to be a flattering honest man,

it must not be denied but I am

a plain-dealing villain.

I am trusted with a muzzle

and enfranchised with a clog.

If I had my mouth,

I would bite.

Can you make no use

of your discontent?

I make all use of it,

for I use it only.

What news, Borachio?

I came yonder

from a great supper.

The prince your brother,

is royally entertained

by Leonato,

and I can give you intelligence

of an intended marriage.

Will it serve for any model

to build mischief on?

What is he for a fool that betroths himself

to unquietness?

Marry, it is your

brother's right hand.

Who?

The most exquisite Claudio?

Even he.

A proper squire.

And who, and who?

Which way looks he?

Marry, on Hero, the daughter

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