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Much Ado about Nothing

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Act III, Scene 1

LEONATO’S garden.



  • Hero. Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor;
    There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
    Proposing with the prince and Claudio: 1075
    Whisper her ear and tell her, I and Ursula
    Walk in the orchard and our whole discourse
    Is all of her; say that thou overheard'st us;
    And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
    Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, 1080
    Forbid the sun to enter, like favourites,
    Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
    Against that power that bred it: there will she hide her,
    To listen our purpose. This is thy office;
    Bear thee well in it and leave us alone. 1085
  • Margaret. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently.


  • Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
    As we do trace this alley up and down,
    Our talk must only be of Benedick. 1090
    When I do name him, let it be thy part
    To praise him more than ever man did merit:
    My talk to thee must be how Benedick
    Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter
    Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, 1095
    That only wounds by hearsay.
    [Enter BEATRICE, behind]
    Now begin;
    For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
    Close by the ground, to hear our conference. 1100
  • Ursula. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
    Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
    And greedily devour the treacherous bait:
    So angle we for Beatrice; who even now
    Is couched in the woodbine coverture. 1105
    Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
  • Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
    Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.
    [Approaching the bower]
    No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; 1110
    I know her spirits are as coy and wild
    As haggerds of the rock.
  • Ursula. But are you sure
    That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
  • Hero. So says the prince and my new-trothed lord. 1115
  • Ursula. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
  • Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it;
    But I persuaded them, if they loved Benedick,
    To wish him wrestle with affection,
    And never to let Beatrice know of it. 1120
  • Ursula. Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
    Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
    As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
  • Hero. O god of love! I know he doth deserve
    As much as may be yielded to a man: 1125
    But Nature never framed a woman's heart
    Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;
    Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
    Misprising what they look on, and her wit
    Values itself so highly that to her 1130
    All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
    Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
    She is so self-endeared.
  • Ursula. Sure, I think so;
    And therefore certainly it were not good 1135
    She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
  • Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
    How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featured,
    But she would spell him backward: if fair-faced,
    She would swear the gentleman should be her sister; 1140
    If black, why, Nature, drawing of an antique,
    Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed;
    If low, an agate very vilely cut;
    If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds;
    If silent, why, a block moved with none. 1145
    So turns she every man the wrong side out
    And never gives to truth and virtue that
    Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
  • Ursula. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
  • Hero. No, not to be so odd and from all fashions 1150
    As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable:
    But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,
    She would mock me into air; O, she would laugh me
    Out of myself, press me to death with wit.
    Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, 1155
    Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:
    It were a better death than die with mocks,
    Which is as bad as die with tickling.
  • Ursula. Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.
  • Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick 1160
    And counsel him to fight against his passion.
    And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
    To stain my cousin with: one doth not know
    How much an ill word may empoison liking.
  • Ursula. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. 1165
    She cannot be so much without true judgment—
    Having so swift and excellent a wit
    As she is prized to have—as to refuse
    So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
  • Hero. He is the only man of Italy. 1170
    Always excepted my dear Claudio.
  • Ursula. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
    Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick,
    For shape, for bearing, argument and valour,
    Goes foremost in report through Italy. 1175
  • Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name.
  • Ursula. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
    When are you married, madam?
  • Hero. Why, every day, to-morrow. Come, go in:
    I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel 1180
    Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
  • Ursula. She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
  • Hero. If it proves so, then loving goes by haps:
    Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

[Exeunt HERO and URSULA]

  • Beatrice. [Coming forward]
    What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
    Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much?
    Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!
    No glory lives behind the back of such. 1190
    And, Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,
    Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand:
    If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
    To bind our loves up in a holy band;
    For others say thou dost deserve, and I 1195
    Believe it better than reportingly.