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BEATRICE

So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove
240the mother of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom
you sent me to seek.

BEATRICE

And I hope that he won’t

put me down

Beatrice means “put down” in the sense of to “take to bed.”

put me down
or I’m sure to have fools for children.I’ve brought Claudio, who you sent me to find.

DON PEDRO

Why, how now, Count, wherefore are you sad?

DON PEDRO

Why, what’s wrong, count? Why are you so sad?

CLAUDIO

Not sad, my lord.

CLAUDIO

I’m not sad, my lord.

DON PEDRO

How then, sick?

DON PEDRO

What then, sick?

CLAUDIO

245Neither, my lord.

CLAUDIO

I’m neither, my lord.

BEATRICE

The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well, but
civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous
complexion.

BEATRICE

The count is neither sad nor sick nor cheerful nor well—he’s just civil, as Seville as an orange, with the same jealous-yellow complexion.

Beatrice puns with the name of a town in Spain famous for its oranges.

DON PEDRO

I' faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true, though, I’ll be
250sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false.—Here, Claudio, I
have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won. I have broke
with her father and his goodwill obtained. Name the day of
marriage, and God give thee joy.

DON PEDRO

Truly, lady, I think your description is correct, though I swear he has no reason to look like that. Here, Claudio, I’ve wooed Hero for you, and she’s agreed to marry you. I’ve told her father, and he’s given his permission. Tell us when you wish to get married, and may God give you joy.

LEONATO

Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes.
255His grace hath made the match, and all grace say “Amen”
to it.

LEONATO

Claudio, take my daughter, and, with her, take my fortunes. The Prince has made the match, and may God bless it.

BEATRICE

Speak, Count, ’tis your cue.

BEATRICE

Speak, Claudio, that’s your cue.

CLAUDIO

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy
if I could say how much.—Lady, as you are mine, I am
260yours. I give away myself for you and dote upon the
exchange.

CLAUDIO

Complete joy makes one speechless; if I were only a little happy, then I could say exactly how much. Lady, you are mine and I am yours. For you, I give myself away and I’m ecstatic about the exchange.