Chid I, for that at frugal Natures frame?
O one too much by thee: why had I one?
Why euer was"t thou louelie in my eies?
Why had I not with charitable hand Tooke vp a beggars issue at my gates, Who smeered thus, and mir"d with infamie, I might haue said, no part of it is mine: This shame deriues it selfe from vnknowne loines, But mine, and mine I lou"d, and mine I prais"d, And mine that I was proud on mine so much, That I my selfe, was to my selfe not mine: Valewing of her, why she, O she is falne Into a pit of Inke, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her cleane againe, And salt too little, which may season giue To her foule tainted flesh
Ben. Sir, sir, be patient: for my part, I am so attired in wonder, I know not what to say
Bea. O on my soule my cosin is belied
Ben. Ladie, were you her bedfellow last night?
Bea. No, truly: not although vntill last night, I haue this tweluemonth bin her bedfellow
Leon. Confirm"d, confirm"d, O that is stronger made Which was before barr"d vp with ribs of iron.
Would the Princes lie, and Claudio lie, Who lou"d her so, that speaking of her foulnesse, Wash"d it with teares? Hence from her, let her die
Fri. Heare me a little, for I haue onely bene silent so long, and giuen way vnto this course of fortune, by noting of the Ladie, I haue markt.
A thousand blushing apparitions, To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames, In Angel whitenesse beare away those blushes, And in her eie there hath appear"d a fire To burne the errors that these Princes hold Against her maiden truth. Call me a foole, Trust not my reading, nor my obseruations, Which with experimental seale doth warrant The tenure of my booke: trust not my age, My reuerence, calling, nor diuinitie, If this sweet Ladie lye not guiltlesse heere, Vnder some biting error
Leo. Friar, it cannot be: Thou seest that all the Grace that she hath left, Is, that she wil not adde to her d.a.m.nation, A sinne of periury, she not denies it: Why seek"st thou then to couer with excuse, That which appeares in proper nakednesse?
Fri. Ladie, what man is he you are accus"d of?
Hero. They know that do accuse me, I know none: If I know more of any man aliue Then that which maiden modestie doth warrant, Let all my sinnes lacke mercy. O my Father, Proue you that any man with me conuerst, At houres vnmeete, or that I yesternight Maintain"d the change of words with any creature, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death
Fri. There is some strange misprision in the Princes
Ben. Two of them haue the verie bent of honor, And if their wisedomes be misled in this: The practise of it liues in Iohn the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Whose spirits toile in frame of villanies
Leo. I know not: if they speake but truth of her, These hands shall teare her: If they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall wel heare of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this bloud of mine, Nor age so eate vp my inuention, Nor Fortune made such hauocke of my meanes, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, But they shall finde, awak"d in such a kinde, Both strength of limbe, and policie of minde, Ability in meanes, and choise of friends, To quit me of them throughly
Fri. Pause awhile: And let my counsell sway you in this case, Your daughter heere the Princesse (left for dead) Let her awhile be secretly kept in, And publish it, that she is dead indeed: Maintaine a mourning ostentation, And on your Families old monument, Hang mournfull Epitaphes, and do all rites, That appertaine vnto a buriall
Leon. What shall become of this? What wil this do?
Fri. Marry this wel carried, shall on her behalfe, Change slander to remorse, that is some good, But not for that dreame I on this strange course, But on this trauaile looke for greater birth: She dying, as it must be so maintain"d, Vpon the instant that she was accus"d, Shal be lamented, pittied, and excus"d Of euery hearer: for it so fals out, That what we haue, we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enioy it; but being lack"d and lost, Why then we racke the value, then we finde The vertue that possession would not shew vs Whiles it was ours, so will it fare with Claudio: When he shal heare she dyed vpon his words, Th" Idea of her life shal sweetly creepe Into his study of imagination.
And euery louely Organ of her life, Shall come apparel"d in more precious habite: More mouing delicate, and ful of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soule Then when she liu"d indeed: then shal he mourne, If euer Loue had interest in his Liuer, And wish he had not so accused her: No, though he thought his accusation true: Let this be so, and doubt not but successe Wil fashion the euent in better shape, Then I can lay it downe in likelihood.
But if all ayme but this be leuelld false, The supposition of the Ladies death, Will quench the wonder of her infamie.
And if it sort not well, you may conceale her As best befits her wounded reputation, In some reclusiue and religious life, Out of all eyes, tongues, mindes and iniuries
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the Frier aduise you, And though you know my inwardnesse and loue Is very much vnto the Prince and Claudio.
Yet, by mine honor, I will deale in this, As secretly and iustlie, as your soule Should with your bodie
Leon. Being that I flow in greefe, The smallest twine may lead me
Frier. "Tis well consented, presently away, For to strange sores, strangely they straine the cure, Come Lady, die to liue, this wedding day Perhaps is but prolong"d, haue patience & endure.
Enter.
Bene. Lady Beatrice, haue you wept all this while?
Beat. Yea, and I will weepe a while longer
Bene. I will not desire that
Beat. You haue no reason, I doe it freely
Bene. Surelie I do beleeue your fair cosin is wrong"d
Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserue of mee that would right her!
Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship?
Beat. A verie euen way, but no such friend
Bene. May a man doe it?
Beat. It is a mans office, but not yours
Bene. I doe loue nothing in the world so well as you, is not that strange?
Beat. As strange as the thing I know not, it were as possible for me to say, I loued nothing so well as you, but beleeue me not, and yet I lie not, I confesse nothing, nor I deny nothing, I am sorry for my cousin
Bene. By my sword Beatrice thou lou"st me
Beat. Doe not sweare by it and eat it
Bene. I will sweare by it that you loue mee, and I will make him eat it that sayes I loue not you
Beat. Will you not eat your word?
Bene. With no sawce that can be deuised to it, I protest I loue thee
Beat. Why then G.o.d forgiue me
Bene. What offence sweet Beatrice?
Beat. You haue stayed me in a happy howre, I was about to protest I loued you
Bene. And doe it with all thy heart
Beat. I loue you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest
Bened. Come, bid me doe any thing for thee
Beat. Kill Claudio
Bene. Ha, not for the wide world
Beat. You kill me to denie, farewell
Bene. Tarrie sweet Beatrice
Beat. I am gone, though I am heere, there is no loue in you, nay I pray you let me goe
Bene. Beatrice
Beat. Infaith I will goe
Bene. Wee"ll be friends first