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ACT I. Scene III. 


Another room in Leonato's house.

Enter Sir John the Bastard and Conrade, his companion.

 CON.

What the goodyear, my lord! Why are you thus out of measure
sad?

 JOHN.

There is no measure in the occasion that breeds; therefore
the sadness is without limit.

 CON.

You should hear reason.

 JOHN.

And when I have heard it, what blessings brings it?

 CON.

If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance.

 JOHN.

I wonder that thou (being, as thou say'st thou art, born
under Saturn) goest about to apply a moral medicine to a
mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when
I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have
stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy,
and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

 CON.

Yea, but you must not make the full show of this till you may
do it without controlment. You have of late stood out against
your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace, where
it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair
weather that you make yourself. It is needful that you frame the
season for your own harvest.

 JOHN.

I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace,
and it better fits my blood to be disdain'd of all than to
fashion a carriage to rob love from any. In this, though I cannot
be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied but
I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and
enfranchis'd with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in
my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I
would do my liking. In the meantime let me be that I am, and seek
not to alter me.

 CON.

Can you make no use of your discontent?

 JOHN.

I make all use of it, for I use it only.

Enter Borachio.

 

Who comes here? What news, Borachio?

 BORA.

I came yonder from a great supper. The Prince your brother is
royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence
of an intended marriage.

 JOHN.

Will it serve for any model to build mischief on?
What is he for a fool that betroths himself to unquietness?

 BORA.

Marry, it is your brother's right hand.

 JOHN.

Who? the most exquisite Claudio?

 BORA.

Even he.

 JOHN.

A proper squire! And who? and who? which way looks he?

 BORA.

Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

 JOHN.

A very forward March-chick! How came you to this?

 BORA.

Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was smoking a musty
room, comes me the Prince and Claudio, hand in hand in sad
conference. I whipt me behind the arras and there heard it agreed
upon that the Prince should woo Hero for himself, and having
obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio.

 JOHN.

Come, come, let us thither. This may prove food to my
displeasure. That young start-up hath all the glory of my
overthrow. If I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way.
You are both sure, and will assist me?

 CON.

To the death, my lord.

 JOHN.

Let us to the great supper. Their cheer is the greater that
I am subdued. Would the cook were o' my mind! Shall we go prove
what's to be done?

 BORA.

We'll wait upon your lordship.

Exeunt.

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