Much adoe about Nothing.
Actus primus, Scena prima.
three Leagues off when I left him.
brings home full numbers: I finde heere, that Don Pe ter hath bestowed much honor on a yong Florentine, cal
bred by Don Pedro, he hath borne himselfe beyond the
promise of his age, doing in the figure of a Lambe, the
feats of a Lion, he hath indeede better bettred expecta
tion, then you must expect of me to tell you how.
much glad of it.
appeares much ioy in him, euen so much, that ioy could not
shew it selfe modest enough, without a badg of bit
ces truer, then those that are so wash'd, how much bet
ter is it to weepe at ioy, then to ioy at weeping?
the warres, or no?
none such in the armie of any sort.
Cupid at the Flight: and my Vnckles foole reading the
Challenge, subscrib'd for Cupid, and challeng'd him at
the Burbolt. I pray you, how many hath hee kil'd and
eaten in these warres? But how many hath he kil'd? for
indeed, I promis'd to eate all of his killing.
much, but hee'l be meet with you, I doubt it not.
ease it: he's a very valiant Trencher‑man, hee hath an
to a Lord?
all honourable vertues.
but for the stuffing well, we are all mortall.
a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick, & her:
they neuer meet, but there's a skirmish of wit between
flict, foure of his fiue wits went halting off, and now is
the whole man gouern'd with one: so that if hee haue
wit enough to keepe himselfe warme, let him beare it
for a difference betweene himselfe and his horse: For it
is all the wealth that he hath left, to be knowne a reaso-
nable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath
euery month a new sworne brother.
the fashion of his hat, it euer changes with yͤ next block.
I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young
squarer now,1that will make a voyage with him to the
he is sooner caught then the pestilence, and the taker
runs presently mad. God helpe the noble Claudio, if hee
haue caught the Benedict, it will cost him a thousand
pound ere he be cur'd.
your trouble: the fashion of the world is to auoid cost,
and you encounter it.
of your Grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should
remaine: but when you depart from me, sorrow abides,
and happinesse takes his leaue.