Much Ado about Nothing: ACT III
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III SCENE I. LEONATO'S garden. SCENE II. A room in LEONATO'S house SCENE III. A street. SCENE IV. HERO's apartment. SCENE V. Another room in LEONATO'S house. ACT IV ACT V About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE IV. HERO's apartment. Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA HERO       Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and desire       her to rise. URSULA       I will, lady. HERO       And bid her come hither. URSULA 5     Well. Exit MARGARET       Troth, I think your other rabato were better. HERO       No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. MARGARET       By my troth, 's not so good; and I warrant your       cousin will say so. HERO 10    My cousin's a fool, and thou art another: I'll wear       none but this. MARGARET       I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair       were a thought browner; and your gown's a most rare       fashion, i' faith. I saw the Duchess of Milan's 15    gown that they praise so. HERO       O, that exceeds, they say. MARGARET       By my troth, 's but a night-gown in respect of       yours: cloth o' gold, and cuts, and laced with       silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, 20    and skirts, round underborne with a bluish tinsel:       but for a fine, quaint, graceful and excellent       fashion, yours is worth ten on 't. HERO       God give me joy to wear it! for my heart is       exceeding heavy. MARGARET 25    'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man. HERO       Fie upon thee! art not ashamed? MARGARET       Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is not       marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your lord       honourable without marriage? I think you would have 30    me say, 'saving your reverence, a husband:' and bad       thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend       nobody: is there any harm in 'the heavier for a       husband'? None, I think, and it be the right husband       and the right wife; otherwise 'tis light, and not 35    heavy: ask my Lady Beatrice else; here she comes. Enter BEATRICE HERO       Good morrow, coz. BEATRICE       Good morrow, sweet Hero. HERO       Why how now? do you speak in the sick tune? BEATRICE       I am out of all other tune, methinks. MARGARET 40    Clap's into 'Light o' love;' that goes without a       burden: do you sing it, and I'll dance it. BEATRICE       Ye light o' love, with your heels! then, if your       husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall       lack no barns. MARGARET 45    O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels. BEATRICE       'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; tis time you were       ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill: heigh-ho! MARGARET       For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? BEATRICE       For the letter that begins them all, H. MARGARET 50    Well, and you be not turned Turk, there's no more       sailing by the star. BEATRICE       What means the fool, trow? MARGARET       Nothing I; but God send every one their heart's desire! HERO       These gloves the count sent me; they are an 55    excellent perfume. BEATRICE       I am stuffed, cousin; I cannot smell. MARGARET       A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly catching of cold. BEATRICE       O, God help me! God help me! how long have you       professed apprehension? MARGARET 60    Even since you left it. Doth not my wit become me rarely? BEATRICE       It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your       cap. By my troth, I am sick. MARGARET       Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus,       and lay it to your heart: it is the only thing for a qualm. HERO 65    There thou prickest her with a thistle. BEATRICE       Benedictus! why Benedictus? you have some moral in       this Benedictus. MARGARET       Moral! no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I       meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think perchance 70    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 75    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 eats       his meat without grudging: and how you may be       converted I know not, but methinks you look with 80    your eyes as other women do. BEATRICE       What pace is this that thy tongue keeps? MARGARET       Not a false gallop. Re-enter URSULA URSULA       Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, Signior       Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the 85    town, are come to fetch you to church. HERO       Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula. Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene