Much Ado about Nothing(无事生非)

VIP免费

2024-12-26 0 0 235.02KB 80 页 5.9玖币

侵权投诉

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

MUCH ADO ABOUT

NOTHING

William Shakespeare

1599

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Dramatis Personae

Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon. Don John, his bastard brother. Claudio,

a young lord of Florence. Benedick, a Young lord of Padua. Leonato,

Governor of Messina. Antonio, an old man, his brother. Balthasar,

attendant on Don Pedro. Borachio, follower of Don John. Conrade,

follower of Don John. Friar Francis. Dogberry, a Constable. Verges, a

Headborough. A Sexton. A Boy. Hero, daughter to Leonato. Beatrice,

niece to Leonato. Margaret, waiting gentlewoman attending on Hero.

Ursula, waiting gentlewoman attending on Hero. Messengers, Watch,

Attendants, etc.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

ACT I.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

SCENE I.

An orchard before Leonato's house.

[Enter Leonato (Governor of Messina), Hero (his Daughter), and

Beatrice (his Niece), with a Messenger.]

Leon. I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night

to Messina.

Mess. He is very near by this. He was not three leagues off when I left

him.

Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?

Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name.

Leon. A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full

numbers. I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a

young Florentine called Claudio.

Mess. Much deserv'd on his part, and equally rememb'red by Don

Pedro. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the

figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed better bett'red

expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.

Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.

Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy

in him; even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough

without a badge of bitterness.

Leon. Did he break out into tears?

Mess. In great measure.

Leon. A kind overflow of kindness. There are no faces truer than those

that are so wash'd. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at

weeping!

Beat. I pray you, is Signior Mountanto return'd from the wars or no?

Mess. I know none of that name, lady. There was none such in the

army of any sort.

Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece?

Hero. My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.

Mess. O, he's return'd, and as pleasant as ever he was.

Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina and challeng'd Cupid at the

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

flight, and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscrib'd for Cupid and

challeng'd him at the burbolt. I pray you, how many hath he kill'd and

eaten in these wars? But how many hath he kill'd? For indeed I promised

to eat all of his killing.

Leon. Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; but he'll be

meet with you, I doubt it not.

Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these wars.

Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it. He is a very

valiant trencherman; he hath an excellent stomach.

Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.

Beat. And a good soldier to a lady; but what is he to a lord?

Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuff'd with all honourable

virtues.

Beat. It is so indeed. He is no less than a stuff'd man; but for the

stuffing--well, we are all mortal.

Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry

war betwixt Signior Benedick and her. They never meet but there's a

skirmish of wit between them.

Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that! In our last conflict four of his five

wits went halting off, and now is the whole man govern'd with one; so that

if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a

difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he

hath left to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion now?

He hath every month a new sworn brother.

Mess. Is't possible?

Beat. Very easily possible. He wears his faith but as the fashion of his

hat; it ever changes with the next block.

Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

Beat. No. An he were, I would burn my study. But I pray you, who is

his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage

with him to the devil?

Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

Beat. O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease! He is sooner

caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

noble Claudio! If he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand

pound ere 'a be cured.

Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.

Beat. Do, good friend.

Leon. You will never run mad, niece.

Beat. No, not till a hot January.

Mess. Don Pedro is approach'd.

[Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthasar, and John the

Bastard.]

Pedro. Good Signior Leonato, are you come to meet your trouble?

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace;

for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from

me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly. I think this is your

daughter.

Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so.

Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you ask'd her?

Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a child.

Pedro. You have it full, Benedick. We may guess by this what you are,

being a man. Truly the lady fathers herself. Be happy, lady; for you are

like an honourable father.

Bene. If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on

her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she is.

Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick. Nobody

marks you.

Bene. What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

Beat. Is it possible Disdain should die while she hath such meet food

to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if

you come in her presence.

Bene. Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all

ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had

not a hard heart, for truly I love none.

Beat. A dear happiness to women! They would else have been troubled

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your

humour for that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear

he loves me.

Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! So some gentleman or

other shall scape a predestinate scratch'd face.

Beat. Scratching could not make it worse an 'twere such a face as

yours were.

Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a

continuer. But keep your way, a God's name! I have done.

Beat. You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old.

Pedro. That is the sum of all, Leonato. Signior Claudio and Signior

Benedick, my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tell him we shall

stay here at the least a month, and he heartly prays some occasion may

detain us longer. I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.

Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be forsworn. [To Don John]

Let me bid you welcome, my lord. Being reconciled to the Prince your

brother, I owe you all duty.

John. I thank you. I am not of many words, but I thank you.

Leon. Please it your Grace lead on?

Pedro. Your hand, Leonato. We will go together.

[Exeunt. Manent Benedick and Claudio.]

Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signior Leonato?

Bene. I noted her not, but I look'd on her.

Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?

Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my simple

true judgment? or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a

professed tyrant to their sex?

Claud. No. I pray thee speak in sober judgment.

Bene. Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown

for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise. Only this commendation I

can afford her, that were she other than she is, she were unhandsome, and

being no other but as she is, I do not like her.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Claud. Thou thinkest I am in sport. I pray thee tell me truly how thou

lik'st her.

Bene. Would you buy her, that you enquire after her?

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel?

Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this with a sad brow?

or do you play the flouting Jack, to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder and

Vulcan a rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall a man take you to go in

the song?

Claud. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I look'd on.

Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter.

There's her cousin, an she were not possess'd with a fury,exceeds her as

much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope

you have no intent to turn husband, have you?

Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if

Hero would be my wife.

Bene. Is't come to this? In faith, hath not the world one man but he

will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of

threescore again? Go to, i' faith! An thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a

yoke, wear the print of it and sigh away Sundays.

[Enter Don Pedro.]

Look! Don Pedro is returned to seek you.

Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that you followed not to

Leonato's?

Bene. I would your Grace would constrain me to tell.

Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance.

Bene. You hear, Count Claudio. I can be secret as a dumb man, I

would have you think so; but, on my allegiance--mark you this-on my

allegiance! he is in love. With who? Now that is your Grace's part. Mark

how short his answer is: With Hero, Leonato's short daughter.

Claud. If this were so, so were it utt'red.

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: 'It is not so, nor 'twas not so; but

indeed, God forbid it should be so!'

Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God forbid it should be

otherwise.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very well worthy.

Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord.

Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought.

Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine.

Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine.

Claud. That I love her, I feel.

Pedro. That she is worthy, I know.

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she

should be worthy, is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me.

I will die in it at the stake.

Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.

Claud. And never could maintain his part but in the force of his will.

Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me

up, I likewise give her most humble thanks; but that I will have a rechate

winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all

women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust

any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is (for the which I

may go the finer), I will live a bachelor.

Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.

Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord; not with

love. Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with

drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and hang me up at

the door of a brothel house for the sign of blind Cupid.

Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this faith, thou wilt prove a

notable argument.

Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot at me; and he

that hits me, let him be clapp'd on the shoulder and call'd Adam.

Pedro. Well, as time shall try. 'In time the savage bull doth bear the

yoke.'

Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it,

pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vilely

painted, and in such great letters as they write 'Here is good horse to hire,'

let them signify under my sign 'Here you may see Benedick the married

man.'

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Claud. If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn-mad.

Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt

quake for this shortly.

Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the hours. In the meantime, good

Signior Benedick, repair to Leonato's, commend me to him and tell him I

will not fail him at supper; for indeed he hath made great preparation.

Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage; and

so I commit you--

Claud. To the tuition of God. From my house--if I had it--

Pedro. The sixth of July. Your loving friend, Benedick.

Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your discourse is

sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted

on neither. Ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conscience.

And so I leave you. [Exit.]

Claud. My liege, your Highness now may do me good.

Pedro. My love is thine to teach. Teach it but how, And thou shalt see

how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord?

Pedro. No child but Hero; she's his only heir. Dost thou affect her,

Claudio?

Claud. O my lord, When you went onward on this ended action, I

look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, That lik'd, but had a rougher task in

hand Than to drive liking to the name of love; But now I am return'd and

that war-thoughts Have left their places vacant, in their rooms Come

thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero

is, Saying I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently And tire the hearer with a

book of words. If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it, And I will break with

her and with her father, And thou shalt have her. Wast not to this end That

thou began'st to twist so fine a story?

Claud. How sweetly you do minister to love, That know love's grief by

his complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have

salv'd it with a longer treatise.

文档加载中……请稍候！
如果长时间未打开，您也可以点击刷新试试。

下载文档到电脑，查找使用更方便

5.9 玖币 0人已下载

立即下载 VIP免费下载

摘要：

MUCHADOABOUTNOTHING1MUCHADOABOUTNOTHINGWilliamShakespeare1599MUCHADOABOUTNOTHING2DramatisPersonaeDonPedro,PrinceofArragon.DonJohn,hisbastardbrother.Claudio,ayounglordofFlorence.Benedick,aYounglordofPadua.Leonato,GovernorofMessina.Antonio,anoldman,hisbrother.Balthasar,attendantonDonPedro.Borachio,fol...

展开>> 收起<<

Much Ado about Nothing(无事生非).pdf

共80页,预览16页

还剩页未读，继续阅读

声明：本站为文档C2C交易模式，即用户上传的文档直接被用户下载，本站只是中间服务平台，本站所有文档下载所得的收益归上传人(含作者)所有。玖贝云文库仅提供信息存储空间，仅对用户上传内容的表现方式做保护处理，对上载内容本身不做任何修改或编辑。若文档所含内容侵犯了您的版权或隐私，请立即通知玖贝云文库，我们立即给予删除！

Much Ado about Nothing(无事生非)

相关推荐

开通VIP享超值会员特权

作者详情

相关内容

热门标签

举报选择: