Come, Friar Francis, be brief: only to the plain form of
marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.
Come on, Friar Francis, be quick about it: just do the basic marriage ceremony, and you can explain all their obligations afterwards.
Come on, Friar Francis, let's speed this up. Just do the basic ceremony part for now, and you can go over all the details later.
just do the marriage ceremony quick details can wait
You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?
You've come here, my lord, to marry this lady?
So you're here to marry this lady?
u came to marry her?
No.
No.
No.
no.
To be married to her, friar; you come to marry her.
You're here to marry her, Friar; you're here to marry her.
Yeah, to marry her. That's what you're here for—to marry her.
marry her. that's the point
Lady, you come hither to be married to this Count?
Lady, you've come here to be married to this Count?
So you're here to marry this Count, right?
u came to marry the count?
I do.
I do.
I do.
i do.
If either of you know any inward impediment, why you should not be
conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
If either of you know any hidden reason why you shouldn't be joined together, I demand you, on your souls, to speak it now.
If either of you knows anything that would keep you from being together, speak up now—I'm serious about this.
if theres any reason u shouldn't be together tell me now
Know you any, Hero?
Is there anything you're aware of, Hero?
You know of anything, Hero?
anything u know of?
None, my lord.
None, my lord.
None, my lord.
none, my lord.
Know you any, Count?
Are you aware of anything, Count?
You know anything, Count?
u know anything?
I dare make his answer; none.
I'll answer for him; there is none.
I can answer for him—there's nothing.
i'll answer for him: no
O! what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not
knowing what they do!
Oh! What men dare to do! What men are able to do! What men do every day, without even realizing what they're doing!
Wow! What things men will do! What they're capable of! What they do all the time without even thinking about it!
crazy what ppl do without even thinking
How now! Interjections? Why then, some be of laughing, as ah!
ha! he!
What's this now? Exclamations? Well then, some are expressions of laughter, like ah! ha! he!
What now? Interruptions? Well, you know, some are just laughing sounds—like ah! ha! he!
lol what's with the outbursts? just laughing sounds
Stand thee by, Friar. Father, by your leave:
Will you with free and unconstrained soul
Give me this maid, your daughter?
Step back, Friar. Father, with your permission: will you give me this young woman, your daughter, freely and without reservation?
Step over there, Friar. Father, if you don't mind: will you freely give me your daughter?
friar step back father, gimme ur daughter
As freely, son, as God did give her me.
As freely, son, as God gave her to me.
With the same willingness and generosity that God showed me when he gave her to me, son.
same way god gave her to me
And what have I to give you back whose worth
May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?
And what do I have to give you in return that could equal the value of this rich and precious gift?
And what could I possibly give you back that would be worth this precious gift?
what can i give back for this precious gift
Nothing, unless you render her again.
There's nothing I want unless you return her.
Nothing—except giving her back to me.
nothing unless u give her back
Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness.
There, Leonato, take her back again:
Give not this rotten orange to your friend;
She’s but the sign and semblance of her honour.
Behold! how like a maid she blushes here.
O! what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal.
Comes not that blood as modest evidence
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
Thank you, my Prince, for teaching me gratitude. There, Leonato, take her back: don't give this rotten orange to your friend; she's just the appearance of honor, not the real thing. Look how she blushes like a maid. What a show of truth the cunning sin can put on! Doesn't that blushing look like honest evidence of simple virtue? Wouldn't you all swear she's a maid based on what you see? But she's not. She knows what a lover's bed is like; her blush is guilt, not modesty.
Thanks for the lesson, Prince. Here, Leonato, take her back—don't let me give you this rotten fruit; she's just pretending to be pure. Look at how she's blushing like an innocent girl. It's amazing how sin can look so honest, right? All of you would swear she's a virgin based on what you see. But she's not. She knows exactly what it's like to sleep with a man. That blush isn't shyness—it's guilt.
shes not innocent just pretending shes been with a man
What do you mean, my lord?
What exactly are you trying to say, my lord?
What are you saying?
what?
Not to be married,
Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton.
Not to be married, not to bind my soul to a known prostitute.
Not getting married—I won't bind my life to someone who's a prostitute.
im not marrying her shes not faithful
Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof,
Have vanquish’d the resistance of her youth,
And made defeat of her virginity,—
My lord, if you yourself have overcome her youth's resistance and destroyed her virginity—
My lord, if you're the one who took her virginity and overcame her resistance—
if u took her virginity then u did this
I know what you would say: if I have known her,
You will say she did embrace me as a husband,
And so extenuate the forehand sin: No, Leonato,
I never tempted her with word too large;
But as a brother to his sister show’d
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
I know what you're about to say: if I've been with her, you'll say she embraced me as if I were her husband and so excuse the sin beforehand. No, Leonato, I never pressed her with bold words; rather, I showed the bashful sincerity and proper affection of a brother to a sister.
I know where you're going—if I'd been with her, you'd say she treated me like a husband and that excuses everything. No, Leonato, I never pushed her with anything inappropriate. I was respectful and gentle, like a brother.
i never pushed her i was respectful
And seem’d I ever otherwise to you?
And did I ever seem any different to you?
Did I ever seem like anything other than faithful to you?
did i seem unfaithful?
Out on thee! Seeming! I will write against it:
You seem to me as Dian in her orb,
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper’d animals
That rage in savage sensuality.
Curse this appearance! I'll write about it: you seem to me like Diana in her sphere, as pure as an unopened bud; but you're more lustful in your desires than Venus or those pampered animals that rage in wild sensuality.
I curse this appearance! I'll write about it. You seemed like Diana to me, pure as an unblown flower, but really you're more lustful than Venus or any wild animal.
u seemed pure but ur actually lustful
Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?
Is my lord all right, that he speaks so crazily?
Is my lord okay? He's saying crazy things.
is he ok? this is nuts
Sweet Prince, why speak not you?
My lord Prince, why do you remain silent?
Prince, why aren't you saying anything?
prince, say something
What should I speak?
I stand dishonour’d, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale.
What should I say? I'm dishonored for trying to match my dear friend with a common prostitute.
What should I say? I'm ashamed I tried to match my friend with a cheap prostitute.
im ashamed i tried to match him with her
Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?
Are these things actually being said, or am I dreaming?
Is this really happening, or am I dreaming?
is this real or a dream
Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true.
Yes sir, the words have been said, and they're all true.
Sir, it's all been said and it's true.
its all true
This looks not like a nuptial.
This ceremony is turning into something other than a wedding.
This is starting to look nothing like a wedding ceremony.
this aint no wedding
True! O God!
True! O God!
True! O God!
true! o god!
Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince’s brother?
Is this face Hero’s? Are our eyes our own?
Leonato, am I standing here? Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are we even seeing straight?
Leonato, am I real right now? Is that the Prince? Is that the Prince's brother? Is that Hero's face? Are we all seeing the same thing?
is this even real? where am i
All this is so; but what of this, my lord?
All of this is true; but what does it mean, my lord?
All of that's true, but so what?
ok but what now
Let me but move one question to your daughter,
And by that fatherly and kindly power
That you have in her, bid her answer truly.
Let me just ask one question to your daughter, and by that fatherly and loving power you have over her, make her answer truthfully.
Just let me ask her one question, and use your fatherly authority to make her answer honestly.
let me ask her one thing make her answer honestly
I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.
I command you to do that, as you are my child.
You have to answer truthfully—I'm commanding it as your father.
answer honestly. thats an order
O, God defend me! how am I beset!
What kind of catechizing call you this?
Oh God, help me! How am I trapped! What kind of questioning is this?
Oh God, help me! I'm surrounded! What is this interrogation?
help me what is this
To make you answer truly to your name.
To make you answer truly to what your name means.
To get you to answer honestly about who you really are.
to make u tell the truth
Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name
With any just reproach?
Isn't my name Hero? Who can stain that name with any legitimate accusation?
My name is Hero. Who can say anything shameful about that?
im hero. whos gonna shame that
Marry, that can Hero:
Hero itself can blot out Hero’s virtue.
What man was he talk’d with you yesternight
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one?
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.
Well, Hero can stain her own name: Hero herself can destroy Hero's reputation. What man did you talk to at your window last night between twelve and one? Now, if you're truly innocent, answer this.
Hero can destroy that name—Hero herself can ruin her own reputation. What man were you talking to at your window last night between midnight and one? If you're really innocent, answer me.
who were u talking to at ur window last night if ur innocent answer me
I talk’d with no man at that hour, my lord.
I didn't talk to any man at that hour, my lord.
I didn't talk to anyone at that time.
i didnt talk to anyone
Why, then are you no maiden.
Leonato, I am sorry you must hear: upon my honour,
Myself, my brother, and this grieved Count,
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window;
Who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain,
Confess’d the vile encounters they have had
A thousand times in secret.
Then you're not a virgin. Leonato, I'm sorry you have to hear this: on my honor, I myself, my brother, and this grieving Count saw and heard her last night at that hour talking with a scoundrel at her bedroom window. This scoundrel has freely confessed to the vile encounters he's had with her a thousand times in secret.
Then you're not a virgin. Leonato, I'm sorry but this is true: I, my brother, and the Count all saw and heard her last night talking to some guy at her bedroom window. That guy admitted to having slept with her countless times.
ur not a virgin we saw u with that guy at ur window last night he admitted everything
Fie, fie! they are not to be nam’d, my lord,
Not to be spoke of;
There is not chastity enough in language
Without offence to utter them. Thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.
Shame, shame! Those acts cannot be named, my lord, cannot be spoken of; there isn't enough decency in language to utter them without offense. So, lady, I'm sorry for your terrible behavior.
Shame! Those things can't even be named, my lord—there's no decent way to talk about them. So, lady, I'm sorry for your terrible mistakes.
so ashamed cant even say what u did
O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac’d
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
For thee I’ll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never shall it more be gracious.
Oh Hero! What a hero you would have been if half your outer beauty had been matched by the purity of your heart! But goodbye, most foul, most fair! Goodbye, you pure wickedness and wicked purity! For you I'll shut the gates of love forever, and suspicion will hang on my eyelids, turning all beauty into harmful thoughts, and beauty will never be lovely to me again.
Oh Hero! You could have been a real hero if your inner self matched your beautiful appearance! But goodbye—goodbye, you're both beautiful and disgusting! I'll never feel love again because of you. I'll see evil in everything beautiful from now on.
goodbye beauty means nothing to me now i'll see evil in everything beautiful
Hath no man’s dagger here a point for me?
Does no man here have a sharp dagger for me?
Does anyone here have a dagger I can use?
anyone got a knife
Why, how now, cousin! wherefore sink you down?
Why, what's wrong, cousin! Why are you collapsing?
Hey, cousin, what's wrong? Why are you falling?
cousin whats wrong why u falling
Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light,
Smother her spirits up.
Come, let's go. Now that these things have come to light, they will crush her spirit.
Let's go. Now that this is all out, it's going to destroy her.
lets go this will destroy her
How doth the lady?
How is the lady?
How's she doing?
is she ok
Dead, I think! Help, uncle! Hero! why, Hero! Uncle! Signior
Benedick! Friar!
I think she's dying! Help me, uncle! Hero! Please answer me, Hero! Uncle! Signior Benedick! Is the Friar here?
She looks like she's dying! Help! Hero, wake up! Please! Benedick! Anyone help!
shes dying help heroooo
O Fate! take not away thy heavy hand:
Death is the fairest cover for her shame
That may be wish’d for.
Oh Fate! Don't ease your heavy hand: death is the most beautiful solution to cover her shame that anyone could wish for.
Oh Fate, don't stop—death is the best way to cover up this shame.
death would be better than this shame
How now, cousin Hero?
What's wrong, cousin Hero?
Cousin, are you okay?
hero u ok
Have comfort, lady.
Have comfort, lady.
Have comfort, lady.
have comfort, lady.
Dost thou look up?
Are you looking up?
You looking up?
u ok?
Yea; wherefore should she not?
Yes; why shouldn't she be?
Yes—why wouldn't she look up?
why wouldnt she
Wherefore! Why, doth not every earthly thing
Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny
The story that is printed in her blood?
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes;
For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,
Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Griev’d I, I had but one?
Chid I for that at frugal Nature’s frame?
O! one too much by thee. Why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Why had I not with charitable hand
Took up a beggar’s issue at my gates,
Who smirched thus, and mir’d with infamy,
I might have said, ‘No part of it is mine;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins?’
But mine, and mine I lov’d, and mine I prais’d,
And mine that I was proud on, mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her; why, she—O! she is fallen
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh.
Why! Doesn't everything on earth condemn her? Can she deny the shame written in her blood? Don't live, Hero; don't open your eyes. If I didn't think you'd quickly die, if I thought you had any strength to bear this shame, I myself would kill you to end these accusations. Did I grieve that I had just one child? Did I complain about nature's stinginess? One too many by you. Why did I have one? Why did I ever find you beautiful? Why didn't I charitably take a beggar's child at my gates who, if she were disgraced, I could say 'She's no part of me; her shame comes from unknown parents'? But you're mine—I loved you, I praised you, I was so proud of you that I valued you more than myself. And now you've fallen into a pit of ink so deep the whole sea couldn't wash you clean, and all the salt couldn't season this foul flesh.
Why! Everything should condemn her! Her shame is written all over her! Hero, don't even look up. If I didn't think you were going to die anyway, I'd kill you myself to end all this. Did I complain when I only had one child? One was too many because of you. Why did I ever think you were beautiful? I should have raised a beggar's child instead, then her shame wouldn't be connected to me. But you're my daughter—I loved you, praised you, and I was prouder of you than of myself. And now you've fallen so far that the entire ocean couldn't wash you clean.
why did i have u u fell so far no ocean could clean this
Sir, sir, be patient.
For my part, I am so attir’d in wonder,
I know not what to say.
Sir, sir, be patient. For myself, I'm so dressed in amazement, I don't know what to say.
Sir, calm down. Honestly, I'm so shocked I can't even talk.
be patient im too shocked to speak
O! on my soul, my cousin is belied!
On my soul, my cousin is being lied about!
I swear, my cousin is being lied about!
my cousin is being lied about
Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?
Lady, were you sleeping in her bed last night?
Were you in her room with her last night?
were u with her last night
No, truly, not; although, until last night,
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
No, truthfully not; although until last night, I've been sleeping in her bed for this entire year.
Not last night, no—though I've been sharing a room with her all year until that night.
not last night but ive been w her all year
Confirm’d, confirm’d! O! that is stronger made,
Which was before barr’d up with ribs of iron.
Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie,
Who lov’d her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Wash’d it with tears? Hence from her! let her die.
It's confirmed, confirmed! What was locked up like iron is now even more firmly confirmed. Would the two princes lie? And would Claudio lie, he who loved her so much that speaking of her depravity brought tears? Get away from her! Let her die.
That confirms it! What I was hoping wasn't true is now completely proven. Would the princes lie? Would Claudio lie—he who loved her so much he cried talking about what she did? Get away from her! Let her die.
its confirmed they wouldnt lie let her die
Hear me a little;
For I have only been silent so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune,
By noting of the lady: I have mark’d
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear’d a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenure of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.
Listen to me a moment. I've stayed silent this whole time and gone along with this situation because I've been watching the lady carefully. I've seen a thousand blushes come and go from her face, a thousand innocent shames that disappear like angel white. There's a fire in her eye that burns away the false accusations these princes make against her innocence. Call me a fool if you like. Don't trust my judgment or my observations—even though my life experience supports what I'm saying. Don't trust my age, my position as a priest, or my spiritual authority if this good lady isn't innocent, caught in some terrible misunderstanding.
Listen to me for a second. I've watched her carefully this whole time and I see something different. Her face keeps showing innocent shame, real innocence. There's something in her eyes that tells me these princes are wrong about her. Don't believe me if you want, but I'm telling you based on everything I know from living this long and serving God—this lady is innocent and something terrible has been misunderstood here.
listen. ive watched her she seems innocent somethings wrong here
Friar, it cannot be.
Thou seest that all the grace that she hath left
Is that she will not add to her damnation
A sin of perjury: she not denies it.
Why seek’st thou then to cover with excuse
That which appears in proper nakedness?
Friar, it can't be. You can see that all the honor she has left is that she won't add perjury to her damnation: she's not denying it. Why then do you try to cover with excuses what appears completely obvious?
Friar, it's not possible. The only good thing about her is she's not lying and adding perjury on top of everything. She's not even denying it. Why are you trying to make excuses for what's completely clear?
she's not even denying it why make excuses
Lady, what man is he you are accus’d of?
Lady, what man are you accused of being with?
Lady, who do they say you were with?
who were u with
They know that do accuse me, I know none;
If I know more of any man alive
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let all my sins lack mercy! O, my father!
Prove you that any man with me convers’d
At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Maintain’d the change of words with any creature,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
The men who accuse me know who it is; I know no one. If I know any man more intimately than a maiden's modesty allows, may all my sins go unforgiven! Oh, my father! Prove that any man spoke with me at inappropriate hours, or that I talked to anyone at all last night, then refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
The men accusing me know the answer; I don't. If I've been with any man more than a proper maiden should, may I be condemned! Father, prove that I talked to any man at wrong hours or even spoke to anyone last night, and then you can hate me and kill me.
i dont know anyone prove it or believe me if ur right then kill me
There is some strange misprision in the princes.
There is some strange misunderstanding in the princes.
Something's seriously wrong with what the princes think they saw.
the princes are wrong
Two of them have the very bent of honour;
And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.
Two of them are genuinely honorable; and if their judgment has been misled in this, the scheming lives in John the bastard, whose mind is working to create villainies.
Two of them are actually honorable—but if they've been fooled, it's because of John the bastard and his evil plotting.
johns behind this hes up to no good
I know not. If they speak but truth of her,
These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,
The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awak’d in such a kind,
Both strength of limb and policy of mind,
Ability in means and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.
I don't know. If they speak the truth about her, these hands will destroy her. If they wrong her honor, the most proud of them will hear about it. Time hasn't yet weakened my strength, age hasn't exhausted my cleverness, misfortune hasn't destroyed all my means, nor has my bad life taken away all my friends. They will find, if I'm awakened by such injustice, both physical strength and sharp thinking, and the ability and friends to pay them back completely.
If they're telling the truth, I'll destroy her myself. But if they're lying, the proudest of them will regret it. I'm still strong and smart enough, and I have enough friends and resources to make them pay for lying about my daughter.
if theyre lying ill make them pay i still have strength and friends
Pause awhile,
And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Your daughter here the princes left for dead;
Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
And publish it that she is dead indeed:
Maintain a mourning ostentation;
And on your family’s old monument
Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites
That appertain unto a burial.
Wait a moment and let my advice influence you in this situation. Your daughter the princes have left as if dead; let her be kept secretly hidden for a while, and announce that she is actually dead. Keep up the appearance of mourning, and on your family's old burial monument hang sad epitaphs and perform all the rites that belong to a funeral.
Wait and listen to my advice. The princes have basically killed her reputation. Let's hide her secretly and tell everyone she actually died. We'll have a full funeral with all the rituals and mourning.
hide her announce shes dead do a funeral
What shall become of this? What will this do?
What will come of this? What will this accomplish?
What good will that do? How will that help?
what good will that do
Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse; that is some good.
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,
Upon the instant that she was accus’d,
Shall be lamented, pitied and excus’d
Of every hearer; for it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack’d and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparell’d in more precious habit,
More moving, delicate, and full of life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she liv’d indeed: then shall he mourn,—
If ever love had interest in his liver,—
And wish he had not so accused her,
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levell’d false,
The supposition of the lady’s death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And if it sort not well, you may conceal her,—
As best befits her wounded reputation,—
In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
Well, if this is done properly, it will on her behalf change slander into regret—that's something good. But that's not the reason I'm dreaming up this strange plan. I'm looking for something much better to come from this struggle. If she's reported as dead—as must be maintained—from the moment she was accused, she will be mourned, pitied, and excused by everyone who hears the news. It's the nature of things that we don't appreciate what we have while we possess it, but once we've lost it, we suddenly see its true worth and discover the virtues that possession never showed us. Claudio will be the same way: when he hears she died on account of his words, her memory will sweetly enter his imagination, and every beautiful aspect of her will seem even more precious, more moving, more alive in his memory than when she actually lived. Then he'll mourn—if he ever had real love for her—and wish he hadn't accused her so, no matter if he thought his accusation was true. Let this work, and I'm confident success will turn out even better than I can predict. But if this scheme doesn't work, the simple fact that she died will end the talk about her reputation. And if even that doesn't help, you can keep her hidden—as best fits her wounded reputation—in some quiet religious life, away from all eyes, gossip, minds, and harm.
If we do this right, people will stop blaming her and start feeling sorry for her. But that's not even my main reason. I think something much better will happen. When everyone hears she died right after being accused, they'll start to regret what happened. Here's the thing about people: we don't appreciate what we have until we lose it. So when Claudio hears she's dead because of him, her memory will become even more beautiful and perfect in his mind than when she was alive. He'll regret everything he said. And if for some reason this doesn't work perfectly, at least her reputation dies with her. If that still doesn't work, she can go live quietly in a convent somewhere, away from everyone and the gossip.
announce shes dead people will feel sorry claudio will regret if not she can hide in a convent
Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.
Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you. And though you know my close friendship and loyalty are very much with the Prince and Claudio, yet on my honor, I will handle this as secretly and fairly as your soul should work with your body.
Leonato, listen to the friar. Even though you know I'm close friends with the Prince and Claudio, I swear on my honor I'll keep this secret and handle it fairly.
trust the friar i promise ill keep it secret
Being that I flow in grief,
The smallest twine may lead me.
Since I'm drowning in grief, the smallest thread may lead me.
Since I'm overwhelmed with grief, I'll follow your lead.
im drowning in grief ill listen
’Tis well consented: presently away;
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day
Perhaps is but prolong’d: have patience and endure.
That's well agreed: let's go right away. For strange wounds require strange remedies. Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day is perhaps only delayed. Have patience and hold on.
Good, it's settled. Let's go now. Strange problems need strange solutions. Hero, you have to play dead to really live. This wedding's not over—it's just delayed. Be patient.
die to live be patient the wedding isnt over
Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?
Lady Beatrice, have you been crying all this time?
Beatrice, have you been crying this whole time?
u been crying
Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Yes, and I will cry for a while longer.
Yeah, and I'm going to keep crying.
yep and ill keep crying
I will not desire that.
I don't want that.
I don't want that for you.
i dont want that
You have no reason; I do it freely.
You have no say in it; I'm crying of my own choice.
You don't get to decide—I'm crying because I want to.
not ur choice i do what i want
Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged.
I truly believe your beautiful cousin has been wronged.
I honestly think your cousin is innocent and being treated unfairly.
i believe shes innocent
Ah! how much might the man deserve of me that would right her.
Oh! How much could a man deserve from me if he would make things right for her.
A man who helped make this right for her would deserve anything from me.
a man who helps her deserves anything from me
Is there any way to show such friendship?
Could a man actually prove his friendship by doing this?
Is there a way I could help prove I'm your friend?
can i help
A very even way, but no such friend.
There's a very obvious way, but you're not that kind of friend.
There's definitely a way, but you're not the type to do it.
u wouldnt do it
May a man do it?
Could a man do it?
Could someone help?
could a guy do it
It is a man’s office, but not yours.
It's a man's job to do, but not you.
It's something a man would do, but not you.
its a man thing but not u
I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?
I love nothing in the world as much as I love you. Isn't that strange?
I love you more than anything in the world. Isn't that weird?
i love u more than anything
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for
me to say I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet
I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my
cousin.
It's as strange as something I don't know. I could say I loved you as much as you love me; but don't believe me, and yet I'm not lying. I confess nothing, and I deny nothing. I'm sorry for my cousin.
That's as weird as something I can't explain. I could say I love you as much, but don't believe me—and I'm not lying. I'm not admitting anything, and I'm not denying anything. I just care about my cousin right now.
maybe i do but im not saying im just worried about my cousin
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
By my sword, Beatrice, you love me.
Beatrice, I swear you love me.
u love me
Do not swear by it, and eat it.
Don't swear by your love and then take it back.
Don't promise you love me and then take it back.
don't swear then take it back
I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it
that says I love not you.
I'll swear by this that you love me, and I'll force to eat their words anyone who says I don't love you.
I'll swear on this that you love me, and I'll make anyone who says I don't love you regret saying it.
i'll swear you love me & beat down anyone who says i don't
Will you not eat your word?
Will you not take back what you said?
Are you going to take back what you just said?
you gonna take that back?
With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
There's no way to make this tastier—I genuinely love you.
There's nothing that could make me like this more, I actually love you.
no way around it. i love you.
Why then, God forgive me!
Then I beg forgiveness.
Well, I need forgiveness then.
god forgive me
What offence, sweet Beatrice?
What have you done wrong, sweet Beatrice?
What did you do wrong, Beatrice?
what'd you mess up?
You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
You stopped me at just the right moment—I was about to declare that I loved you.
You stopped me at the perfect time, because I was about to tell you I love you.
perfect timing. i was about to say i love you
And do it with all thy heart.
And do it with all your heart.
And mean it with your whole heart.
mean it completely
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
I love you so deeply that I have no heart left to argue about it.
I love you so much that I can't argue about it anymore.
i love you so much there's nothing left to say
Come, bid me do anything for thee.
Come on, ask me to do anything for you.
Tell me to do anything for you.
tell me to do anything
Kill Claudio.
Kill Claudio.
Kill Claudio.
kill claudio.
Ha! not for the wide world.
Not even for all the world!
Absolutely not, not for anything.
no way
You kill me to deny it. Farewell.
Your refusal destroys me. Goodbye.
Saying no kills me inside. I'm done.
your no kills me. bye.
Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
Wait, sweet Beatrice.
Don't go, Beatrice.
wait
I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I
pray you, let me go.
I'm leaving even though I'm still standing here. You don't love me. Please, let me go.
I'm leaving you even though I'm standing right here. You don't love me. Just let me go.
i'm gone even if i'm here. you don't love me. let me go.
Beatrice,—
Beatrice,—
Beatrice,—
beatrice,—
In faith, I will go.
I swear I'm leaving.
I'm really going.
i'm leaving
We’ll be friends first.
Let's be friends first.
Come on, let's just be friends first.
just friends
You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy.
You'd rather be my friend than fight against my enemy.
You'd rather be friends with me than stand up to my enemy.
easier to be my friend than fight my enemy
Is Claudio thine enemy?
Is Claudio your enemy?
Claudio's your enemy?
he's your enemy?
Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered,
scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O! that I were a man. What! bear her in
hand until they come to take hands, and then, with public accusation,
uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,—O God, that I were a man! I would
eat his heart in the market-place.
Isn't he proved to be a complete villain who has slandered, mocked, and shamed my cousin? Oh, if I were a man! He led her on until they were about to be married, then publicly accused her with lies and cruelty. Oh God, if I were a man! I would devour his heart in the marketplace.
He's totally a villain who slandered, mocked, and shamed my cousin—isn't that obvious? God, I wish I were a man. He led her on like they were getting married, then publicly destroyed her reputation with his lies and cruelty. If I were a man, I'd literally eat his heart out in public.
he's a villain. slandered my cousin. shamed her. i wish i was a man. led her on then destroyed her publicly. so angry.
Hear me, Beatrice,—
Hear me, Beatrice,—
Hear me, Beatrice,—
hear me, beatrice,—
Talk with a man out at a window! a proper saying!
Talking to a man through a window! A great solution!
Oh sure, I'll just chat with a man through a window. Brilliant idea!
yeah talk to him through a window. real smart.
Nay, but Beatrice,—
no, but Beatrice,—
no, but Beatrice,—
no, but beatrice,—
Sweet Hero! she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.
Dear Hero! She's been wronged, slandered, and destroyed.
Oh Hero! She's been wronged, slandered, and ruined.
hero. wronged. slandered. destroyed.
Beat—
Beat—
Beat—
beat—
Princes and Counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly
Count Comfect; a sweet gallant, surely! O! that I were a man for his sake,
or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted
into curtsies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue,
and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie
and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a
woman with grieving.
Princes and nobles! Surely a princely declaration—Count Claudio, so sweet a gentleman! If only I were a man for his sake, or if I had a friend who'd be a man for me! But manhood has turned to curtsies, valor to compliments, and men have become only smooth talk. He's as brave as Hercules if all bravery means is lying convincingly. I can't become a man by wishing, so I'll die a woman while grieving.
Princes and nobles, right? Claudio's such a sweet guy, such a princely declaration! I wish I were a man to make him pay, or that some man would be one for me. But men have turned into wimps—manhood is just curtsies now, courage is just sweet talk, and they're all smooth-talking. He's as brave as Hercules if being brave means lying convincingly. I can't become a man no matter how much I wish, so I'm stuck being a woman and suffering.
princes & nobles. so brave. wish i was a man. men are useless. just talk no action. i'm stuck being a woman & grieving.
Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.
Wait, Beatrice. I swear on this hand that I love you.
Wait, Beatrice. I promise you, I love you.
wait. i love you.
Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
Show me your love in some way other than swearing by it.
Prove your love some other way, not just by swearing.
prove it. don't just swear on it.
Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?
Do you truly believe in your soul that Count Claudio has wronged Hero?
Do you honestly believe Claudio wronged Hero?
you think claudio really wronged hero?
Yea, as sure is I have a thought or a soul.
Yes, as certain as I have a mind and soul.
Yes, absolutely, as sure as I'm alive and thinking.
100%. as sure as i exist.
Enough! I am engaged, I will challenge him. I will kiss your
hand, and so leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear
account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin: I
must say she is dead; and so, farewell.
Enough! I'm committed now. I'll challenge him to a duel. I'll kiss your hand and take my leave. By this hand, Claudio will pay me dearly for this. Judge me by what you hear of me. Go comfort your cousin. I'll say she's dead, and so farewell.
That's it. I'm doing this. I'm challenging him to a fight. Let me kiss your hand goodbye. Claudio's going to pay for what he's done. Remember me by what you hear. Go help your cousin. I have to assume she's dead, so goodbye.
ok i'm in. challenging him. kissing you goodbye. claudio will pay. remember me. go comfort hero.
Scene II. A Prison.
Act Four, Scene Two. A Prison.
We're now in a prison cell.
scene two in prison
Borachio.
Borachio.
Here comes Borachio.
borachio
Is our whole dissembly appeared?
Has our whole group gathered here?
Is everybody here?
everyone here?
O! a stool and a cushion for the sexton.
Oh! Get a seat and a cushion for the secretary.
Hey, get the secretary a chair and a cushion.
sexton needs a chair
Which be the malefactors?
Which ones are the criminals?
Which guys are the criminals?
who's the criminals?
Marry, that am I and my partner.
Well, that would be me and my partner.
That'd be me and my partner.
me & my partner
Nay, that’s certain: we have the exhibition to examine.
No, that's for sure—we have these men to examine.
Right, that's what we're doing—we need to examine these guys.
yeah we gotta question them
But which are the offenders that are to be examined? let them come
before Master Constable.
Now which of these people are the guilty ones you need to question? Bring them forward to face the constable.
But which of them are the criminals we need to examine? They should come before me.
which ones are the criminals? come here.
Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name, friend?
Yes, let them come before me. What's your name, friend?
Yeah, come on. What's your name?
come here. what's your name?
Borachio.
Borachio.
Borachio.
borachio.
Pray write down Borachio. Yours, sirrah?
Please write down Borachio. What's your name?
Write that down—Borachio. What about you?
write borachio. you?
I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.
I'm a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.
I'm a gentleman, and I'm Conrade.
conrade. gentleman.
Write down Master gentleman Conrade. Masters, do you serve God?
Write that down—Master Gentleman Conrade. Now, do you all serve God?
Write it down—Master Gentleman Conrade. You guys serve God?
write that down. you serve god?
Yea, sir, we hope.
Yes, sir, we hope so.
Yeah, we hope so.
we hope so
Write down that they hope they serve God: and write God first;
for God defend but God should go before such villains! Masters, it is
proved already that you are little better than false knaves, and it will
go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves?
Write down that they hope they serve God, and write God first, because God forbid that God should come after such villains! Sirs, it's already proved that you're barely better than liars, and people will soon think exactly that. How do you answer for yourselves?
Write it down—they hope they serve God, and put God first because God shouldn't have anything to do with villains like you. It's already clear you're basically lying scoundrels, and that's what everyone will think soon. What do you have to say for yourselves?
you hope you serve god? god comes first not you villains. you're basically liars. what you got to say?
Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Well, sir, we say we're not.
Well, we say we're not liars.
we say we're not
A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go
about with him. Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear: sir, I
say to you, it is thought you are false knaves.
A remarkably clever fellow, I promise you; but I'll deal with him. Come here; I want a word in your ear. Sir, I'm telling you, people think you're a liar and a scoundrel.
Oh, a real clever guy, huh? But I'll handle this. Come here a second. Listen, everyone thinks you're a lying jerk.
clever guy huh? listen. everyone thinks you're a liar.
Sir, I say to you we are none.
Sir, I'm telling you we're not.
We're not liars, I'm telling you.
we're not liars
Well, stand aside. Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have you
writ down, that they are none?
Stand aside. Before God, their stories match. Did you write down that they deny it?
Get away. Swear to God, they're saying the same thing. Did you write down that they deny it?
same story. you write that down?
Master Constable, you go not the way to examine: you must call
forth the watch that are their accusers.
Master Constable, you're not going about this correctly. You need to call out the watch who are their accusers.
Hey, you're doing this wrong. You need to call the guards who accused them.
wrong approach. call the guards who accused them.
Yea, marry, that’s the eftest way. Let the watch come forth.
Masters, I charge you, in the Prince’s name, accuse these men.
Yes, that's the fastest way. Guards, come forward. Sirs, I charge you in the Prince's name to accuse these men.
Yeah, that's the easiest way. Come on, guards. Alright, in the Prince's name, I'm ordering you to accuse them.
yeah. guards come. accuse them.
This man said, sir, that Don John, the Prince’s
brother, was a villain.
This person stated that Don John, who is the Prince's own brother, was a villain.
This guy said Don John, the Prince's brother, was a villain.
he said don john's a villain
Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat perjury, to
call a Prince’s brother villain.
Write down Prince John as a villain. Why, this is pure lying under oath—to call a Prince's brother a villain.
Write that down—Prince John is a villain. That's just flat-out perjury, calling the Prince's brother a villain.
write it. that's perjury. calling prince's brother villain.
Master Constable,—
Master Constable,—
Master Constable,—
master constable,—
Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like thy look, I promise thee.
I beg you, fellow, be quiet. I don't like how you look, I promise you.
Shut up. I don't like the look of you, I'm telling you.
be quiet. don't like your look.
What heard you him say else?
What else did you hear him say?
What else did he say?
anything else?
Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John
for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully.
That he received a thousand gold coins from Don John for falsely accusing Lady Hero.
That Don John paid him a thousand gold coins to make up lies about Hero.
don john paid him to accuse hero
Flat burglary as ever was committed.
That's outright theft if ever there was any.
That's literally robbery.
that's theft
Yea, by the mass, that it is.
Yes, absolutely, that's what it is.
Yeah, that's exactly what it is.
yeah for sure
What else, fellow?
What else, fellow?
What else, fellow?
what else, fellow?
And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace
Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her.
And that Count Claudio intended, based on what he said, to shame Hero publicly in front of everyone and refuse to marry her.
And that Claudio meant to publicly shame Hero in front of everyone and not marry her.
claudio meant to shame hero publicly & not marry her
O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption
for this.
Oh, you criminal! You'll be condemned to eternal punishment for this.
Oh, you bastard! You're going straight to hell for this.
you're going to hell for this
What else?
What else?
What else?
what else?
This is all.
This is all.
This is all.
this is all.
And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this
morning secretly stolen away: Hero was in this manner accused, in this
manner refused, and, upon the grief of this, suddenly died. Master
Constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato’s: I will
go before and show him their examination.
And this is more evidence than you can deny, sirs. Prince John has secretly fled this morning. Hero was publicly accused like this, publicly refused marriage, and from the grief of it, suddenly died. Master Constable, have these men tied up and brought to Leonato's house. I'll go ahead and show him what they've admitted to.
And that's way more than you can deny. Don John ran away this morning. Hero got publicly accused like this, publicly dumped, and she died from the shock. Constable, tie these guys up and take them to Leonato's. I'll go tell him what they said.
don john fled. hero accused publicly. she died. take them to leonato's. i'll tell him.
Come, let them be opinioned.
Come on, let them be shackled.
Come on, get them in chains.
chain them up
Let them be in the hands—
Let them be in the custody of—
They should be put under guard—
they're in custody
Off, coxcomb!
Get away, you fool!
Get out of here, idiot!
get lost fool
God’s my life! where’s the sexton? let him write
down the Prince’s officer coxcomb. Come, bind them. Thou naughty
varlet!
By my life! Where's the secretary? Write down that the Prince's officer was called a fool. Come on, tie them up. You naughty scoundrel!
For crying out loud! Where's the secretary? Write that down—the Prince's officer was insulted. Tie them up! You bad guy!
where's the secretary? write this down. tie them up. you jerk!
Away! you are an ass; you are an ass.
Get away! You're a fool; you're a fool.
You're an idiot; you're an idiot.
you suck. you suck.
Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years?
O that he were here to write me down an ass! but, masters, remember that I
am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by
good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and,
which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of
flesh as any in Messina; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich
fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath
two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Bring him away. O that I had
been writ down an ass!
Don't you respect my position? Don't you respect my age? Oh that he were here to write me down as a fool! But remember, masters, I am a fool; even though it's not written down, don't forget I'm a fool. No, you villain, you're full of deceit—as shall be proved against you by good witnesses. I am a wise man, and more than that, an officer, and more than that, a householder, and more than that, as fine-looking a man as any in Messina, and one who knows the law, truly, and a rich man too, truly, and a man who has suffered losses, and one who has two robes and everything fine about him. Take him away. Oh that I had been recorded as a fool!
Don't you respect my position? My experience? God, I wish he'd written down that I'm a fool! But listen, I'm telling you all, I'm a fool—even if it's not written down, don't forget it. You're a lying scoundrel, and that'll be proved about you. I'm a smart guy, and I'm an officer too, and a homeowner as well, and as good-looking as any man in town, and I know the law, let me tell you, and I'm wealthy enough, and I've had my share of problems, and I own two fancy robes and everything nice. Take him away. God, I wish they'd written me down as a fool!
don't you respect me? i'm an officer. wise. homeowner. good looking. know the law. got money. had losses. own nice robes. take him away. wish he'd written i'm a fool.
The Reckoning
Leonato grieves while Benedick questions Claudio's honour
If this happened today…
Public accusations destroy reputations instantly in social settings