Leonato

Leonato
O Fate, take not away thy heavy hand!
Death is the fairest cover for her shame
That may be wished for.
Beatrice
How now, cousin Hero?
  Hero stirs.
Friar, to Hero
Have comfort, lady.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
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Hear me a little,
For I have only silent been so long,Hyperbaton
And given way unto this course of fortune,
By noting of the lady. I have marked
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes,
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Friar
There is some strange misprision in the princes.
Benedick
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Two of them have the very bent of honor,
And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
The practice of it lives in John the Bastard,
Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.

That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it,

Leonato’s Brother
If you go on thus, you will kill yourself,
And ’tis not wisdom thus to second grief
Against yourself.

For, brother, men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel

Leonato
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve.
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Leonato
Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes,
That, when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him. Which of these is he?
Borachio
If you would know your wronger, look on me.

Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast killed
Mine innocent child?

Leonato
Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast killed
Mine innocent child?
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Benedick
Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
Friar
To do what, signior?

But for my will, my will is your goodwill
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined
In the state of honorable marriage

Benedick
To bind me, or undo me, one of them.—
Signior Leonato,
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Prince
Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what’s the matter
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?
Claudio
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.
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Benedick
Soft and fair, friar.—Which is Beatrice?
Beatrice, unmasking
I answer to that name. What is your will?
Benedick
Do not you love me?
Beatrice
Why no, no more than reason.
Benedick
Why then, your uncle and the Prince and Claudio
Have been deceived.
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