PERSONS REPRESENTED. Don PEDRO, Prince of Arragon. Pedro. of Don Pedro. followers of Don John. two foolish officers. A Sexton. A Friar. A Boy. HERO, daughter to Leonato. gentlewomen attending on Hero. SCENE, Messina. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. ACT I. SCENE I.- Before Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others, with a Messenger. Leonato. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina. Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three leagues off when I left him. Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action? Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio. Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro: He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how. 1 Kind. Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy could not show itself modest enough, without a badge of bitterness. Leon. Did he break out into tears? Leon. A kind overflow of kindness : There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping? Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned from the wars, or no? Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was none such in the army of Leon. What is he that you niece? Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Padua. Mess. O, he is returned; and as pleasant as ever Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and challenged Cupid at the flights: and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt.-I pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he killed? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing. Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick any sort. ask for, he was. ? Abundance. s At long lengths. |