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DON PEDRO, Prince of Arragon.
}; two foolish Officers.
Hero, Daughter to Leonato.
} two Gentlewomen, attending on Hero.
A Friar, Messenger, Watch, Town-Clerk, Sexton, and
SCENE, Messina in Sicily.
Enter Leonato, Hero, and Beatrice, with a Messenger,
Mej. He is very near by this; he was not three leagues off when I left him.
Leon. How many gentlemen have you loft in this action ?
Mell. But few of any Sort, and none of Name.
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the archiever brings home full numbers; I find here, that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, callid Claudio.
Mejs. Much deserved on his part, and equally remembred 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 beti The Story from Ariosto, Orl. Fur. 1. 5.
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ter'd 3 is Signior Montanto return'd) Montante, in Spanish, is a huge two-handed-fword, given, with much humour, to one, the ipeaker would represent as a Boaster or Bravado. 4
ter'd expectation, than you must expect of me to tell
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Melina will be very much glad of it.
Mel. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that 2 joy could not shew itself modeft enough, without a badge
a of bitterness.
Leon. Did he break out into tears?
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, 3 is Signior Montanto return'd from the wars or no? Mes. I know none of that name, Lady; 4 there
4 was none fuch in the army of any Sort. . Leon. What is he that you ask for, Neice?
. Hero. My Cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.
Mel. O, he's return'd, and as pleasant as ever he was.
Beat. He set up his bills here in Mefina, and challeng'd Cupid at the fight; and my Uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscrib'd for Cupid, and challeng'd him at the bird-bolt. “ I pray you, how many hath " he kill'd and eaten in there wars? but how many
2 joy could not few it self modeft enough, without a badge of bitterness.] This is judiciously express’d. Of all the transports of Joy, that which is attended with tears is least offensive; because carrying with it this mark of pain, it allays the envy that usually attends another's happiness. This he finely calls a modest joy, such a one as did not insult the observer by an indication of happiness unmixed with pain.
there was none such in the army of any Sort.] Not meaning there was none such of any order or degree whatever, but that there was none such of any quality above the common.