much ado about nothing(无事生非)-第9章
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Beat。 Yea； 'Light o' love' with your heels！ then； if your husband have
stables enough； you'll see he shall lack no barnes。
Marg。 O illegitimate construction！ I scorn that with my heels。
Beat。 'Tis almost five o'clock； cousin； 'tis time you were ready。 By my
troth； I am exceeding ill。 Hey…ho！
Marg。 For a hawk； a horse； or a husband？
Beat。 For the letter that begins them all； H。
Marg。 Well； an you be not turn'd Turk； there's no more sailing by the
star。
Beat。 What means the fool； trow？
Marg。 Nothing I； but God send every one their heart's desire！
Hero。 These gloves the Count sent me； they are an excellent perfume。
Beat。 I am stuff'd； cousin； I cannot smell。
Marg。 A maid； and stuff'd！ There's goodly catching of cold。
Beat。 O； God help me！ God help me！ How long have you profess'd
apprehension？
Marg。 Ever since you left it。 Doth not my wit become me rarely？
Beat。 It is not seen enough。 You should wear it in your cap。 By my
troth； I am sick。
Marg。 Get you some of this distill'd 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。
Beat。 Benedictus？ why benedictus？ You have some moral in this
'benedictus。'
Marg。 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
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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。
Beat。 What pace is this that thy tongue keeps？
Marg。 Not a false gallop。
＇Enter Ursula。＇
Urs。 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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SCENE V。
The hall in Leonato's house。
＇Enter Leonato and the Constable ＇Dogberry＇ and the
Headborough＇verges。＇
Leon。 What would you with me； honest neighbour？
Dog。 Marry； sir； I would have some confidence with you that decerns
you nearly。
Leon。 Brief； I pray you； for you see it is a busy time with me。
Dog。 Marry； this it is； sir。
Verg。 Yes； in truth it is； sir。
Leon。 What is it； my good friends？
Dog。 Goodman Verges； sir； speaks a little off the matteran old man；
sir； and his wits are not so blunt as； God help； I would desire they were；
but； in faith； honest as the skin between his brows。
Verg。 Yes； I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old
man and no honester than I。
Dog。 Comparisons are odorous。 Palabras； neighbour Verges。
Leon。 Neighbours； you are tedious。
Dog。 It pleases your worship to say so； but we are the poor Duke's
officers； but truly； for mine own part； if I were as tedious as a king； I could
find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship。
Leon。 All thy tediousness on me； ah？
Dog。 Yea； in 'twere a thousand pound more than 'tis； for I hear as good
exclamation on your worship as of any man in the city； and though I be
but a poor man； I am glad to hear it。
Verg。 And so am I。
Leon。 I would fain know what you have to say。
Verg。 Marry； sir； our watch to…night； excepting your worship's presence；
ha' ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina。
Dog。 A good old man； sir； he will be talking。 As they say； 'When the
age is in； the wit is out。' God help us！ it is a world to see！ Well said； i' faith；
neighbour Verges。 Well； God's a good man。 An two men ride of a horse；
one must ride behind。 An honest soul； i' faith； sir； by my troth he is； as ever
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broke bread； but God is to be worshipp'd； all men are not alike； alas； good
neighbour！
Leon。 Indeed； neighbour； he comes too short of you。
Dog。 Gifts that God gives。
Leon。 I must leave you。
Dog。 One word； sir。 Our watch； sir； have indeed comprehended two
aspicious persons； and we would have them this morning examined before
your worship。
Leon。 Take their examination yourself and bring it me。 I am now in
great haste； as it may appear unto you。
Dog。 It shall be suffigance。
Leon。 Drink some wine ere you go。 Fare you well。
＇Enter a Messenger。＇
Mess。 My lord； they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband。
Leon。 I'll wait upon them。 I am ready。
＇Exeunt Leonato and Messenger。＇
Dog。 Go； good partner； go get you to Francis Seacoal； bid him bring
his pen and inkhorn to the jail。 We are now to examination these men。
Verg。 And we must do it wisely。
Dog。 We will spare for no wit； I warrant you。 Here's that shall drive
some of them to a non…come。 Only get the learned writer to set down our
excommunication； and meet me at the jail。
＇Exeunt。＇
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ACT IV。
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SCENE I。
A church。
＇Enter Don Pedro； ＇John the＇ Bastard； Leonato； Friar ＇Francis＇；
Claudio； Benedick； Hero； Beatrice； ＇and Attendants。＇
Leon。 Come； Friar Francis； be brief。 Only to the plain form of
marriage； and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards。
Friar。 You come hither； my lord； to marry this lady？
Claud。 No。
Leon。 To be married to her。 Friar； you come to marry her。
Friar。 Lady； you come hither to be married to this count？
Hero。 I do。
Friar。 If either of you know any inward impediment why you should
not be conjoined； I charge you on your souls to utter it。
Claud。 Know you any； Hero？
Hero。 None； my lord。
Friar。 Know you any； Count？
Leon。 I dare make his answernone。
Claud。 O； what men dare do！ what men may do！ what men daily do；
not knowing what they do！
Bene。 How now？ interjections？ Why then； some be of laughing； as； ah；
ha； he！
Claud。 Stand thee by； friar。 Father； by your leave： Will you with free
and unconstrained soul Give me this maid your daughter？
Leon。 As freely； son； as God did give her me。
Claud。 And what have I to give you back whose worth May
counterpoise this rich and precious gift？
Pedro。 Nothing； unless you render her again。
Claud。 Sweet Prince； you learn me noble thankfulness。 There； Leonato；
take her back again。 Give not this rotten orange to your friend。 She's but
the sign and semblance of her honour。 Behold how like a maid she blushes
here！ O； what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself
withal！ Comes not that blood as modest evidence To witness simple virtue；
Would you not swear； All you that see her； that she were a maid By these
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exterior shows？ But she is none： She knows the heat of a luxurious bed；
Her blush is guiltiness； not modesty。
Leon。 What do you mean； my lord？
Claud。 Not to be married； Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton。
Leon。 Dear my lord； if you； in your own proof； Have vanquish'd the
resistance of her youth And made defeat of her virginity
Claud。 I know what you would say。 If I have known her； You will say
she did embrace me as a husband； And so extenuate the forehand sin。 No；
Leonato； I never tempted her with word too large； But； as a brother to his
sister； show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love。
Hero。 And seem'd I ever otherwise to you？
Claud。 Out on the seeming！ I will write against it。 You seem to me as
Dian in her orb； As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown； But you are more
intemperate in your blood Than Venus； or those pamp'red animals That
rage in savage sensuality。
Hero。 Is my lord well that he doth speak so wide？
Leon。 Sweet Prince； why speak not you？
Pedro。 What should I speak？ I stand dishonour'd that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale。
Leon。 Are these things spoken； or do I but dream？
John。 Sir； they are spoken； and these things are true。
Bene。 This looks not like a nuptial。
Hero。 'True！' O God！
Claud。 Leonato； stand I here？ Is this the Prince； Is this the Prince's
brother？ Is this face Hero's？ Are our eyes our own？
Leon。 All this is so； but what of this； my lord？
Claud。 Let me but move one question to your daughter； And by that
fatherly and kindly power That you have in her； bid her answer truly。
Leon。 I charge thee do so； as thou art my child。
Hero。 O； God defend me！ How am I beset！ What kind of catechising
call you this？
Claud。 To make you answer truly to your name。
Hero。 Is it not Hero？ Who can blot that name With any just reproach？
