Act I. Scene
Scene III.Another Room in LEONATO'S
Enter DON JOHN and CONRADE.
Con. What the good-year, my lord! why are
you thus out of measure sad?
D. John. There is no measure in the occasion
that breeds; therefore the sadness is without
Con. You should hear reason.
D. John. And when I have heard it, what
blessing brings it?
Con. If not a present remedy, at least a
D. 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 mis-
chief. 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 control-
ment. You have of Iate 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.
D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge
than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my
blood to be disdained 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 en-
franchised 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?
D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it
only. Who comes here?
What news, Borachio?
Bora. I came yonder from a great supper:
the prince, your brother, is royally entertained
by Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of
an intended marriage.
D. John. Will it serve for any model to build
mischief on? What is he for a fool that be-
troths himself to unquietness?
Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio?
Bora. Even he.
D. John. A proper squire! And who, and
who? which way looks he?
Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir
D. John. A very forward March-chick! How
came you to this?
Bora. Being entertained 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 obtained her, give her to
D. 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. & Bora.} To the death, my lord.
D. John. Let us to the great supper: their
cheer is the greater that I am subdued. Would
the cook were of my mind! Shall we go prove
what's to be done?
Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.