Much Ado About Nothing By William Shakespeare Act III: Scene 4

ACT III. Scene 4. A Room in LEONATO'S House.

[Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA.]

HERO.
Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and desire her to rise.

URSULA.
I will, lady.

HERO.
And bid her come hither.

URSULA.
Well.

[Exit.]

MARGARET.
Troth, I think your other rabato were better.

HERO.
No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.

MARGARET.
By my troth's not so good; and I warrant your cousin will say so.


HERO.
My cousin 's a fool, and thou art another: I'll wear none but this.

MARGARET.
I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought
browner; and your gown 's a most rare fashion, i' faith. I saw the
Duchess of Milan's gown that they praise so.

HERO.
O! that exceeds, they say.

MARGARET.
By my troth 's but a night-gown in respect of yours: cloth o' gold,
and cuts, and laced with silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, side
sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blush tinsel; but for a
fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't.

HERO.
God give me joy to wear it! for my heart is exceeding heavy.

MARGARET.
'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man.

HERO.
Fie upon thee! art not ashamed?

MARGARET.
Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? is not marriage honourable in
a beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? I think you
would have me say, 'saving your reverence, a husband:' an bad thinking
do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend nobody. Is there any harm in
'the heavier for a husband'? None, I think, an it be the right husband
and the right wife; otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy: ask my Lady
Beatrice else; here she comes.

[Enter BEATRICE.]

HERO.
Good morrow, coz.

BEATRICE.
Good morrow, sweet Hero.

HERO.
Why, how now? do you speak in the sick tune?

BEATRICE.
I am out of all other tune, methinks.

MARGARET.
Clap's into 'Light o' love'; that goes without a burden: do you sing
it, and I'll dance it.

BEATRICE.
Ye, light o' love with your heels! then, if your husband have stables
enough, you'll see he shall lack no barnes.

MARGARET.
O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels.

BEATRICE.
'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time you were ready. By my
troth, I am exceeding ill. Heigh-ho!

MARGARET.
For a hawk, a horse, or a husband?

BEATRICE.
For the letter that begins them all, H.

MARGARET.
Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's no more sailing by the star.

BEATRICE.
What means the fool, trow?

MARGARET.
Nothing I; but God send every one their heart's desire!

HERO.
These gloves the Count sent me; they are an excellent perfume.

BEATRICE.
I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell.

MARGARET.
A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly catching of cold.

BEATRICE.
O, God help me! God help me! how long have you professed
apprehension?

MARGARET.
Ever since you left it. Doth not my wit become me rarely!

BEATRICE.
It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap. By my troth,
I am sick.

MARGARET.
Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to
your heart: it is the only thing for a qualm.

HERO.
There thou prick'st her with a thistle.

BEATRICE.
Benedictus! why benedictus? you have some moral in this Benedictus.

MARGARET.
Moral! no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant, plain
holy-thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love:
nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list
not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would
think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you
will be in love, or that you can be in love. Yet Benedick was such
another, and now is he become a man: he swore he would never marry;
and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without
grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks
you look with your eyes as other women do.

BEATRICE.
What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?

MARGARET.
Not a false gallop.

[Re-enter URSULA.]

URSULA.
Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, Signior Benedick, Don John,
and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church.

HERO.
Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.

[Exeunt.]

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