Act 2 - Scene 3
In my chamber-window lies a book: bring it hither
to me in the orchard.
I am here already, sir.
I know that; but I would have thee hence, and here again.
I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much
another man is a fool when he dedicates his
to love, will, after he hath laughed at
such shallow follies in others, become the argument
of his own scorn
by failing in love: and such a man
is Claudio. I have known when there was no music
with him but the
drum and the fife; and now had he
rather hear the tabour and the pipe: I have known
when he would have
walked ten mile a-foot to see a
good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake,
carving the fashion of
a new doublet. He was wont to
speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man
and a soldier; and
now is he turned orthography; his
words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many
strange dishes. May
I be so converted and see with
these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not
be sworn, but love may transform
me to an oyster; but
I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster
of me, he shall never make me
such a fool. One woman
is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am
well; another virtuous, yet I am
well; but till all
graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in
my grace. Rich she shall be, that's
or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her;
fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come
near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good
discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall
of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and
Monsieur Love! I will hide me in the arbour.
Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and LEONATO
Come, shall we hear this music?
Yea, my good lord. How still the evening is,
As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony!
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