SCENE VI.
Pedro.
By my troth a pleasant-spirited Lady.
Leon.
There's little of the melancholy element in
her, my Lord; she is never sad but when she sleeps,
and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter
say, 2 note
she hath often dream'd of an unhappiness, and
wak'd herself with laughing.
Pedro.
She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.
-- 201 --
Leon.
O, by no means, she mocks all her wooers
out of suit.
Pedro.
She were an excellent wife for Benedick.
Leon.
O Lord, my Lord, if they were but a week
marry'd, they would talk themselves mad.
Pedro.
Count Claudio, when mean you to go to
church?
Claud.
To morrow, my Lord; time goes on crutches,
'till love have all his rites.
Leon.
Not 'till Monday, my dear son, which is hence
a just seven-night, and a time too brief too, to have
all things answer my mind.
Pedro.
Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing;
but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall not
go dully by us. I will in the Interim undertake one of
Hercules's labours, which is, 3 noteto bring Signior Benedick
and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection the
one with the other; I would fain have it a match, and
I doubt not to fashion it, if you three will but minister
such assistance as I shall give you direction.
Leon.
My Lord, I am for you, though it cost me
ten nights watchings.
Claud.
And I, my Lord.
Pedro.
And you too, gentle Hero?
Hero.
I will do any modest office, my Lord, to help
my Cousin to a good husband.
Pedro.
And Benedick is not the unhopfullest husband
that I know: thus far I can praise him, he is of a noble
strain, of approv'd valour, and confirm'd honesty.
-- 202 --
I will teach you how to humour your Cousin, that she
shall fall in love with Benedick; and I, with your two
helps, will so practise on Benedick, that in despight of
his quick wit, and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in
love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no
longer an archer, his glory shall be ours, for we are the
only Love-Gods; go in with me, and I will tell you
my drift.
[Exeunt.
Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].