Much Ado About Nothing Page #2

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for a great praise,

too brown for a fair praise,

and too lean for a large praise.

Only this commendation I can afford her,

Were she other than she is,

she were unhandsome,

being no other but as she is,

I do not like her.

Thou thinkest I am in sport.

I pray thee tell me truly how thou likest her.

Would you buy her

that you inquire after her?

- Can the world buy such a jewel?

- Yea, and a case to put it into.

But speak you this with a sad brow?

Come, in what key shall a man take you,

to go in the song?

In mine eyes she is the sweetest lady

that ever I looked on.

I can see yet without spectacles

and I see no such matter.

There's her cousin, an' she

were not possessed with a fury,

exceeds her as much in beauty as the

first of May doth the last of December.

I hope you have no intent

to turn husband. Have you?

I would scarce trust myself,

though I had sworn the contrary,

if Hero would be my wife.

Is't come to this?

Shall I never see a bachelor

of three-score again?

I' faith; if thou wilt needs

thrust thy neck into a yoke,

wear the print of it

and sigh away Sundays, go to.

What secret hath held you

here that you followed not?

I would your grace

would constrain me to tell.

I charge thee on thy allegiance.

You hear, Count Claudio:

I can be secret as a dumb man;

I would have you think so;

but, on my allegiance,

mark you this,

on my allegiance.

He is in love!

With who? That is your grace's part.

Mark how short his answer is:

- With Hero, Leonato's long daughter!

- If this were so, so were it uttered.

Amen, if you love her;

for the lady is very well worthy.

You speak this to fetch me in.

- By my troth, I speak my thought.

- And in faith, my lord, I speak mine.

By my two faiths and troths,

my lord, I speak mine.

- That I love her, I feel.

- That she is worthy, I know.

That I neither feel

how she should be loved

nor know how she should be worthy

is the opinion that fire cannot melt

out of me:
I will die in at the stake.

Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic

in the despite of beauty.

And never could maintain his part

but in the force of his will.

That a woman conceived me,

I thank her.

That she brought me up, I likewise

give her most humble thanks.

But that I will have a recheat

winded in my forehead,

or hang my bugle

in an invisible baldrick,

all women shall pardon me.

Because I will not do

them the wrong to mistrust any,

I will do myself the

right to trust none;

and the fine is, for the which

I may go the finer,

I will live a bachelor.

I shall see thee, ere I die,

look pale with love.

With anger, with sickness,

or with hunger, my lord, not with love.

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