Cam. She hangs about his neck; If she pertain to life, let her speak too. Pol. Ay, and make 't manifest where she has liv'd, Or, how stol'n from the dead! Paul. That she is living, Were it but told you, should be hooted at Like an old tale; but it appears she lives, Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.- And pray your mother's blessing.-Turn, good lady; And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head!-Tell me, mine own, Where hast thou been preserv'd? where liv'd? how found Gave hope thou wast in being,-have preserv'd Paul. There's time enough for that; Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there Leon. O peace, Paulina; Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent, As I by thine, a wife: this is a match, And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her, As I thought, dead; and have, in vain, said many A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far (For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee And take her by the hand: whose worth, and honesty, By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.- That e'er I put between your holy looks And son unto the king, (whom heavens directing,) [Exeunt MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. THERE lived in the palace at Messina two ladies, whose names were Hero and Beatrice. Hero was the daughter, and Beatrice the niece, of Leonato, the governor of Messina. Beatrice was of a lively temper, and loved to divert her cousin Hero, who was of a more serious disposition, with her sprightly sallies. Whatever was going forward was sure to make matter of mirth for the light-hearted Beatrice. At the time the history of these ladies commences, some young men of high rank in the army, as they were passing through Messina on their return from a war that was just ended, in which they had distinguished themselves by their great bravery, came to visit Leonato. Among these were Don Pedro, the prince of Arragon, and his friend Claudio, who was a lord of Florence; and with them came the wild and witty Benedick, and he was a lord of Padua. These strangers had been at Messina before, and the hospitable governor introduced them to his daughter and his niece as their old friends and acquaintance. Benedick, the moment he entered the rcom, began a lively conversation with Leonato and the prince. Beatrice, who liked not to be left out of any discourse, interrupted Benedick with saying, "I wonder that you will still be talking, signior Bencdick; nobody marks you." dick was just such another rattle-brain as Beatrice, yet Bene |