Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 505 words
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Come let us to the banquet. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio: 'tis certain so, the Prince woos for himself, Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no Agent: for Beauty is a witch, Against whose charms, faith melteth into blood: This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not: farewell therefore Hero. Count Claudio. Yea, the same. Come, will you go with me? Whither? Even to the next willow, about your own business, county: what fashion will you wear the garland of? about your neck, like an usurers chain? or under your arm, like a Lieutenant's scarf? you must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero. I wish him joy of her. Why that's spoken like an honest Drovier, so they sell bullocks: but did you think the Prince would have served you thus? I pray you leave me. Ho now you strike like the blindman, 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. If it will not be, i'll leave you. Alas poor hurt foul, now will he creep into sedges: but that my Lady Beatrice should know me, and not know me: the prince's fool! hah, it may be I go under that title because I am merry: yea but so I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed, it is the base (though bitter) disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives me out: well, i'll be revenged as I may. Now signor where's the Count, did you see him? Troth my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame, I found him here as melancholy as a Lodge in a Warren, I told him, and I think I told him true, that your grace had got the goodwill of this young Lady and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped. To be whipped, what's his fault? The flat transgression of a Schoolboy, who being overjoyed with finding a birds nest, shows it his companion, and he steals it. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? the transgression is in the stealer. Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made, & the garland too, for the garland he might have worn himself, and the rod he might have bestowed on you, who (as I take it) have stolen his birds nest. I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner. If their singing answer your saying, by my faith you say honestly. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you, the Gentleman that danced with her, told her she is much wronged by you.
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Come let vs to the banquet. Thus answer I in name of Benedicke, But heare these ill newes with the eares of Claudio: Tis certaine so, the Prince wooes for himselfe, Friendship is constant in all other things, Saue in the office and affaires of loue: Therefore all hearts in loue vse their owne tongues. Let euery eie negotiate for it selfe, And trust no Agent: for Beauty is a witch, Against whose charmes, faith melteth into blood: This is an accident of hourely proofe, Which I mistrusted not: farewel therefore Hero. Count Claudio. Yea, the same. Come, will you go with me? Whither? Euen to the next willow, about your owne busines, county: what fashion will you weare the garland of? about your necke, like an Vsurers chaine? or vnder your arme, like a Lieutenants scarffe? you must weare it one way, for the prince hath got your Hero. I wish him ioy of her. Why thats spoken like an honest Drouier, so they sell bullockes: but did you thinke the Prince would haue serued you thus? I pray you leaue me. Ho now you strike like the blindman, twas the boy that stole your meate, and youle beate the post. If it will not be, ile leaue you. Alas poore hurt foule, now will hee creepe into sedges: but that my Ladie Beatrice should know me, and not know mee: the princes foole! hah, it may be I goe vnder that title because I am merry: yea but so I am apte to doe my selfe wrong: I am not so reputed, it is the base (though bitter) disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so giues me out: well, ile be reuenged as I may. Now signior wheres the Counte, did you see him? Troth my lord, I haue played the part of Ladie Fame, I found him heere as melancholy as a Lodge in a Warren, I tolde him, and I thinke I tolde him true, that your grace had got the goodwil of this yoong Lady and I offred him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to binde him vp a rod, as being worthie to bee whipt. To be whipt, whats his fault? The flatte transgression of a Schoole-boy, who being ouer-ioyed with finding a birds nest, shewes it his companion, and he steales it. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? the transgression is in the stealer. Yet it had not beene amisse the rodde had beene made, & the garland too, for the garland he might haue worn himselfe, and the rodde he might haue bestowed on you, who (as I take it) haue stolne his birds nest. I wil but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner. If their singing answer your saying, by my faith you say honestly. The ladie Beatrice hath a quarrell to you, the Gentleman that daunst with her, told her shee is much wrongd by you.