SCENE II. A room in Leonato’s house.
Enter Leonato and Antonio, meeting.
LEONATO. How now, brother? Where is my cousin your son? Hath he provided this music?
ANTONIO. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamt not of.
LEONATO. Are they good?
ANTONIO. As the event stamps them: but they have a good cover; they show well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine: the Prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top and instantly break with you of it.
LEONATO. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this?
ANTONIO. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him; and question him yourself.
LEONATO. No, no; we will hold it as a dream till it appear itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you and tell her of it.
[Several persons cross the stage.]
Cousins, you know what you have to do. O! I cry you mercy, friend; go you with me, and I will use your skill. Good cousin, have a care this busy time.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Another room in Leonato’s house.
Enter Don John and Conrade.
CONRADE. What the good-year, my lord! why are you thus out of measure sad?
DON JOHN. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds; therefore the sadness is without limit.
CONRADE. You should hear reason.
DON JOHN. And when I have heard it, what blessings brings it?
CONRADE. If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance.
DON 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.
CONRADE. 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.
DON 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 enfranchised 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.
CONRADE. Can you make no use of your discontent?
DON JOHN. I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here?
Enter Borachio.
What news, Borachio?
BORACHIO. 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.
DON JOHN. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he for a fool that betroths himself to unquietness?
BORACHIO. Marry, it is your brother’s right hand.
DON JOHN. Who? the most exquisite Claudio?
BORACHIO. Even he.
DON JOHN. A proper squire! And who, and who? which way looks he?
BORACHIO. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.
DON JOHN. A very forward March-chick! How came you to this?
BORACHIO. 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 Count Claudio.
DON 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?
CONRADE. To the death, my lord.
DON 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 to prove what’s to be done?
BORACHIO. We’ll wait upon your Lordship.
[Exeunt.]