1    What the good-year, my lord! why are you thus out
2    of measure sad?

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

5    You should hear reason.

6    And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it?

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

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

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

24   I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
25   his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
26   disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
27   love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
28   be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
29   but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
30   a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
31   have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
32   mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
33   my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
34   seek not to alter me.

35   Can you make no use of your discontent?

36   I make all use of it, for I use it only.
37   Who comes here?
Enter BORACHIO
38   What news, Borachio?

39   I came yonder from a great supper: the prince your
40   brother is royally entertained by Leonato: and I
41   can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

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

45   Marry, it is your brother's right hand.

46   Who? the most exquisite Claudio?

47   Even he.

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

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

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

52   Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was smoking a
53   musty room, comes me the prince and Claudio, hand
54   in hand in sad conference: I whipt me behind the
55   arras; and there heard it agreed upon that the
56   prince should woo Hero for himself, and having
57   obtained her, give her to Count Claudio.

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

62   To the death, my lord.

63   Let us to the great supper: their cheer is the
64   greater that I am subdued. Would the cook were of
65   my mind! Shall we go prove what's to be done?

66   We'll wait upon your lordship.