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Hero. Why, how now? Do you speak in the"sick i worship, as of any man in the city; and though I tune?

be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it. Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks.

Verg. And so am I. Marg. Clap us into-Light o' love ; that goes with- Leon. I would fain know what you have to say: out a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. Verg. Marry, Sir, our watch to-night, excepting

Beat. Yea, Lighi o' love, with your heels !-Then, your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he arraut knaves as any in Messina. shall lack no barus.

Dogb. A good old man, Sir; he will be talking; Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that as they say, when the age is in, the wit is out; God with my heels.

help us! it is a world to see!-Well said, i' faith, Beat." 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin, 'tis time weighbour Verges : well, God's a good maa ; an two you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill: men ride of a horse, one must ride behind :- An -hey ho!

honest soul, i' faith, Sir; by my troth he is, as ever Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? broke bread; but, God is to be worshipp'd : all men Beut. For the letter that begins them all, H.. are not alike; alas, good neighbour! Marg. Well, an you be not turn'd Turk, there's Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of no more sailing by the star.

you. Beat. What means the fool, trow ?

Dogb. Gifts, that God gives. Marg. Nothing I ; but God send every one their Leon. I must leave you. heart's desire!

Dogb. One word, Sir: our watch, Sir, have, inHero. These gloves the count sent me, they are deed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and we an excellent perfume.

would have them this morning examined before Beat. I am stuff'd cousin, I cannot smell.

your worship. Marg. A maid, and stuff'd ! there's goodly catch- Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring ing of cold.

it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear
Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! How long unto you.
have you profess'd apprehension ?

Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Marg. Ever since you left it :-Doth not my wit Leon. Drink some wine ere you go : fare you well.
become me rarely.
Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it

Enter a MESSENCER. in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.

Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your
Marg. Get you some of this distill'd Carduus daughter to her husband.
Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.
thing for a qualm,

[Exeunt Leonato and Messenger Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle.

Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Beat. Benedictus ! --Why Benedictus ?-You have | Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and ink-horn to the some moral + in this Benedictus.

gaol, we are now to examination these men. Marg. Moral P-No, by my troth, I have no moral Verg. And we must do it wisely. meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may Dogo. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; think, perchance, that I think you are in love : here's that (Touching his forehead.) shall drive some pay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what of them to a non com : only get the learned writer I list; nor í list not to think what I can; nor, to set down our excommunication, and meet me at indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart the gaol.

(Exeunt out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet

ACT IV. Benedict was such another, and now is he become a man : he swore he would never marry; and yet SCENE 1.The Inside of a Church. now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat with. out grudging: and how you may be converted, I

Enter Don Pedro, Don John, LEONATO, FRIAR

CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, HERO, and BEATRICE, &c. know not; but methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do.

Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their Marg. Not a false gallop.

particular duties afterwards.

Friar. You come hither, iny lord, to marry this
Re-enter URSULA.

lady?
Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, Claud. No.
siguior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come to
of the town, are come to fetch you to church.

marry her. Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to good Ursula.

(Eseunt. this connt?

Hero. I do.
SCENE V.--Another Room in LEONATO's House. friar. If either of you know any inward impedı.

ment why you should not be conjoin'd, I charge Enter LEONATO, with DOG BERRY and VERGES.

you, on your souls, to utter it. Leon. W at would you with me, honest neigh Claud

you any, Hero? bour

Hero. None, my lord. Dogb. Marry, Sir, I would have sonie confidence Friar. Know you any, count? with you, that decerns you nearly.

Leon. I dare make his answer, none. Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do tinie with me.

what inen daily do! not knowing what they do! Dogb. Marry, thus it is, Sir.

Bene. How now! interjections? Why, then some Verg. Yes, in truth, it is Sir.

be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! Leon. What is it, my good friends?

Claud. Stand thee by, friar :-Father, by your Dogh. Goodman Verges, Sir, speaks a little off the

leave ; matter: an old man, Sir, and his wits are not so Will you with free and unconstrained soul blunt as, God help, I would desire they were; but Give me this maid, your danghter? in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows. Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me.

Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose man living, that is an old man, and no honester

worth than I.

May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neigh D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. bour Verges.

Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankLeon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

fulness. Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we There, Leonato, take her back again;. are the poor dake's officers; but, truly, for inine Give not this rotten orange to your friend; own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. Behold, how like a maid she blushes here. Leon. All thy tediousness on ine! ha!

O, what authority and show of truth Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Can cunning sin cover itself vrithal ! than "tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your Comes not that blood, as modest evidence • 1. e. for an ache or pain. + Hidden meaning,

• It is worth seeing.

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To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, Bene. How doth the lady?
All you that see her, that she were a maid,

Beat. Dead, I think ;-Help, uncle ;
By these exterior shows? But she is none:

Hero! Why, Hero 1-Úncle I-Signior Benedick fe She knows the heat of a luxurious * bed:

friar ! Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand ! Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?

Death is the fairest cover for her shame, Claud. Not to be married,

That may be wish'd for. Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

Beat. How now, cousin Hero ? Leon, Dear my lord, if you in your own proof Friar. Have comfort, lady. Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,

Leon. Dost thon look up ? And made defeat of her virginity,

Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not? Claud. I know what you would say; if I have Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly known her,

thing You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny And so extenuate the 'forehand sin :

The story that is printed in her blood ?-
No, Leonato,

Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes :
I never tempted her with word too larget; For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
But, as a brother to his sister, shew'd

Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shame
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Strike at thy life. Grieved I, J had but one 1

Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

[it: 0, one too much by thee! Why had I one? As chaste as in the hud ere it be blown;

Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? But you are more intemperate in your blood Why had I not, with charitable hand, Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals

Took up a beggar's issue at my gates; That rage in savage sensuality.

Who smirched I thus, and mired with infamy, Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so I might have said, No part of it is mine, wide ?

This shame derives itself from unknown loins ? Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you ?

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
D. Pedro. What should I speak ?

And mine that I was prond on; mine so much,
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale. Valuing of her ; why, she-0, she is fallen

Leor. Are these things spoken ? or do I but dream? Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things Hath drops too few to wash her clean again ;
are true.

And salt too little, which may season give
Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

To her foul tainted flesh ! Hero. True O God!

Bene. Sir, Sir, be patient : Claud. Leonato, stand I here?

For my part, I am so attired in wonder, Is this the prince's brother?

I know not what to say.
Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own?

Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
Leon. All this is so ; but what of this my lord ? Bene. Lady, were you her bed-fellow last night :
Claud. Let me but move one question to your Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last night,
daughter;

I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
And by that fatherly and kindly power

Leon. Confirm’d, confirm'd ; 0, that is stronger
That you have in her, bid her answer truly.

made,
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron !
Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset ! - Would the two princes lie ? and Claudio lie?
What kind of catechising call you this?

Who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. Wash'd it with tears! Hence from her ; let het
Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name

die. With any just reproach!

Friar. Hear me a little ; Claud. Marry, that can Hero;

For I have only been silent so long,
Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

And given way unto this course of fortune
What man was he talk'd with you yesternight By noting of the lady : I have mark'd
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? A thousand blushing apparitions start
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

Into her face ; a thousand innocent shames
Hero. Í talk'd with nó man at that hour, my lord. In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
Leonato,

To burn the errors that these princes hold
I am sorry yon must hear; upon mine honour, Against her maiden truth :--Call me a fool;
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Which with experimental seal doth warrant
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; The tenour of my book; trust not my age,
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberalý villain, My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
A thousand times in secret.

Under some biting error.
D. John. Fie, fie ! they are

Leon. Friar, it cannot be :
Not to be named ; my lord, not to be spoke of; Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left,
There is not chastity enough in language,

Is, that she will not add to her damnation
Without offence to atter them : thus, pretty lady, A sin of perjury ; she not denies it :
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
Claud. O Hero !-What a Hero hadst thou been, That which appears in proper nakedness?
If half thy outward graces had been placed

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair'! farewell!
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity !

If I know more of any man alive,
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,

Let all my sins lack mercy!— my father, To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,

Prove you that any man with me conversed
And never shall it more be gracious. |

At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? Maintain'd the change of words with any creature,

(Hero swoons. Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? Wherefore sink Friar. There is some strange misprision 1 in the

princes. D. John. Come, let us go : these things, come Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; thus to light,

And if their wisdoms be nisled in this, Smother her spirits up.

The practice of it lives in John the bastard, (Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.

Leon. I know not ; if they speak but truth of he • Lascivious.

+ Licentious. Remote from the business in hand.

• Disposition of things. + Sullied. Too free of tongue. 1 Attractive.

* Misconception, O

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These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her ho-, fess nothing, vor I deny nothing :-I am sorry for nour,

my cousin. The proudest of them shall well hear of it.

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.
Nor age so eat up my invention,

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you. Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,

Beat. Will you not eat your word ? But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: 1 Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,

protest I love thee. Ability in means, and choice of friends,

Beat. Why, then, God forgive me ! To quit me of them thoroughly.

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? Friar. Pause a while,

Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour ; I was And let my counsel sway you in this case.

about to protest, I loved you. Your daughter here the princes lett for dead; Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,

Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that And publish it, that she is dead indeed :

none is left to protest. Maintain a mourning ostentation ;

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. And on your family's old monument

Beat. Kill Claudio. Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. That appertain unto a burial.

Beat. You kill me to deny it:-Farewell. Leon. What shall become of this? What will Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. thuis do?

Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;-there is Friar. Marry, this well carried, shall on her be- no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go. half

Bene. Beatrice.Change slander to remorse ; that is some good : Beat. In faith, I will go. But not for that, dream I on this strange course,

Bene. We'll be friends first. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than She dying, as it must be so maintain's,

fight with mine enemy. Upon ihe instant that she was accused,

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Shall be lamented, pitied and excused,

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, Of every hearer : for it so falls out,

that hath slander'd, scorn'd, dishonour'd my kinsThat what we have we prize not to the worth, woman ?-0, that I were a man! What! bear her in Whiles. we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, hand until they come to take hands; and then with Why, then we rack + the value ; then we find public accusatiou, uncover'd slander, unmitigated The virtue, that possession would not shew us rancour,-0 God, that I were a man' I would eat Whiles it was ours:-So willit fare with Claudio, his heart in the market-place. When he shall hear she died upon this words, Bene. Hear me, Beatrice. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-A proper Into his study of imagination :

saying! And every lovely organ of her life

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beat. Sweet Hero !-She is wrong'd, she slanMore moving delicate, and full of life,

der'd, she is undone. Into the eye and the prospect of his soul,

Bene. BeatThan when she lived indeed :Then shall he mour, Beat. Princes, and counties t ; Surely, a princely (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

testimony, a goodly count-confecti; a sweet gallant, And wish he had not so accused her;

surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that No, though he thought his accusation true.

had any friend would be a man for my sake! But Let this be so, and doubt not but success

manhood is melted into courtesies y, valour into Will fashion the event in better shape

compliment, and men are only turn'd into tongue, Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, But if all aim but this be levelld false,

that only tells a lie, and swears it :-I cannot be a The supposition of the lady's death

man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with Will quench the wonder of her infamy :

grieving. And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : by this hand, I love (As best befits her wounded reputation)

thee. In some reclusive and religious life,

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. swearing by it.

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : Bene. Think you in your soul, the count Claudio
And though, you know, my inwardness ý and love hath wrong'd Hero.
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

Brat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge As secretly, and justly, as your soul

I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : by Should with your body.

this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: Leon. Being that I flow in grief,

as you hear of me, so think of me, Go, comfort your The smallest twine may lead me.

cousin : I must say, she is dead : and so, farewell. Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away ;

(Ereunt. For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.Come, lady, die to live : this wedding day,

SCENE II.-A Prison. Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience and en

Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and SEXTON, in gowns ; dure. (Ereunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato.

and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appear'd ? while ?

Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sextan! Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.

Sexton. Which be the malefactors ? Bene. I will not desire that.

Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.

Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibition Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is to examine. wrong'd.

Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of examined ? Let them come before master constable. me, that would right her!

Dogb. Yea, marry, et them com before me. Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship? What is your name, friend? Beat. A very even way, but no such friend.

Bora. Borachio. Bene. May a man do it ?

Dogb. Pray write down--Borachio.-Yours, sirrah? Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.

Con. I am gentleman, Sir, and my name is ConBene. I do love nothing in the world so well as rade. you: Is not that strange ?

Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: it were Masters, do you serve God? as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as Con. Bora. Yea, Sir, we hope. you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I con

• Delude her with hopes. + Noblemen. • While. + Over-rate.

| By. A nobleman made out of sugar. Intimacy.

$ Ceremony.

him;

!

do so:

Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve | In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: God -and write God first; for God derend but God If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard ; should go before such villains !– Masters, it is proved Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan; already that you are little better than false knaves; Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, answer you for yourselves ?

And I of him will gather patience. Con. Marry, Sir, we say we are none.

But there is no such man: for, brother, men Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, which they themselves not feel ; but, tasting it, sirrah : a word in your ear, Sir; I say to you, it is Their counsel turns to passion, which before thought you are false knaves.

Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Dogb. Well, stand' aside.—'Fore God, they are Charm ache with air, and agony with words ; both in a tale: have you writ down-that they are No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience none ?

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Sexton. Master constable, yon go not the way to But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, examine ; you must call forth the watch that are To be so moral, when he shall endure their accusers.

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :-Let the My griefs cry louder than advertisement. * watch come forth Masters, I charge you, in the Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ, prince's name, accuse these men.

Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood, 1 Watch. This man said, Sir, that Don John, the For there was never yet philosopher, the prince's brother, was a villain.

That could endure the tooth-ache patiently ; Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :-Why However they have writ the style of gods, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother, villain. And made a pish at chance and sufferance. Bora. Master constable

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy | Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. look, I promise thee.

Leon. There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will Serton. What heard you him say else?

2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ;
ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince
wrongfully.

And all of them that thus dishonour her.
Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO.
Serton. What else, fellow !

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily, i Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon D. Pedro. Good den, good den. his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole as. Claud. Good day to both of you. sembly, and not marry her.

Leon. Hear you, my lords,Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. everlasting redemption for this.

Leon. Some haste, my lord !-Well, fare you well, Sexton. What else?

my lord : 2 Watch. This is all.

Are you só hasty now ?-Well, all is one. Serton. And this is more, masters, than you can D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen

man. away ; Hero was in this manner accused, in this Ant. If he could right himself with quarre ag, very manner refused, and upon the griet' of this, Some of us would lie low. suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men be Claud. Who wrongs him? bound, and brought to Leonato's ; I will go before, Leon. Marry, and shew him their examination.

[Exit. Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou : Dogb. Come, let them be opinion'd.

Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, Verg. Let them be in band.

I fear thee not.
Con. Off, coxcomb!

Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
Dogb. God's my life! Where's the sexton? Let If it should give your age such cause of fear :
him write down--the prince's officer, coxcomb.- In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.
Come, bind them :-Thou naughty varlet !

Leon. Tush, lush, man, never ficer and jest at me :
Con. Away! You are an ass, you are an ass. I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool ;

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place ? Dost thou As, under privilege of age, to brag not suspect my years ?-o that he were here to write what I have done being young, or what would do, me down-an ass - Bat, masters, remember, that I Were I not old : know, Claudio to thy head, am an ass; though it be not written down, yet for- Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, get not that I am an ass :-No, thou villain, thou art That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child : which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is Thy slander hath gone through and through her in Messina ; and one that knows the law, go to ; and

heart,
a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath And she lies buried with her ancestors :
had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and every 0! in a tomb where scandal never slept,
thing handsome about him :-Bring him away. 0, Save this of her's, framed by thy villainy.
that I had been writ down-an ass ! (Exeunt. Claud. My villainy!

Leon. Thine, Claudio ; thine I say.
ACT V.

D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

Leon. My lord, my lord,
SCENE 1.-Before LEONATO's House.

I'll prove it on his body, if he dare ;
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO,

Despite his nice fence, and his active practice 1,

His May of youth, and bloom of lusty hood.
Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief

Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd
Against yourself.

my child; Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,

If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Which falls into mine ears as profitless

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed ; As water in a sieve : give not me counsel;

But that's no matter ; let him kill one first :Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

Win me and wear me,

let him answer me ;But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mipe, Come, follow me, boy; come boy, follow me: Bring me a father, that so loved his child,

Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,

Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will
And bid him speak of patience ;

Leon. Brother,--
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I loved my
And let it answer every strain for strain ;

niece; As thus for thus, and such a grief for sach,

• Admonition.

+ Skill in fencing. • Bond.

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And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains ; morning; there's a double tongue, there's two
That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, transAs I dare take a serpent by the tongue :

shape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she conBoys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops !-

cluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man Leon. Brother Antony',

in Italy.
Ant. Hold you content: What, man! I kuow Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said,
them, yea,

she cared not.
And what they weigh, even to the otmost scruple : D. Pedro. Yea, that she did, but yet, for all that,
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, him dearly : the old man's daughier told us all.
Go antickly, and shew outward hideousness,

(laud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when
And speak off halt a dozen dangerous words, he was hid in the garden.
How they might hurt their enemies, it they durst, D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage
And this is all.

bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head
Lem. But, brother Antony,--

(laud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;

Benedick the married man !
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.

Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake I will leave you now to your gossip-like lumour: your patience.

you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; God be thank'd, hurt not.- My lord, for your many But on my honour, she was charged with nothing courtesics I thank you : 1 must discontinue your But what was true, and very full of proof.

coinpany: your brother, the bastard, is ned froin Leon. My lord, my lord,

Messina: you have, among you, kill'd a sweet and D. Pedro. I will not hear you.

innocent lady: for my lord Lackheard, there, he Leon. No?

and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. Brother, away :-I will be heard ;

[Erit Benedick. Ant. And shall,

D. Pedro, He is in earnest.
Or some of us will smart for it.

Claud. In most profound earnest; and, PII war(Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. rant you, for the love of Beatrice.

D. Pedro. And bath challenged thee?
Enter BENEDICK.

Claud. Most sincerely.
D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he
to seek.

goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit ! Claud. Now, signior ! What news ? Bene. Good day, my lord.

Enter DOCBERRY, Verces, and the Watch, with D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: you are almost

CONRADE and Borachio. come to part almost a fray.

Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is Claud. We had like to have had our two noses an ape a doctor to such a man. snapp'd off with two old men without teeth.

D. Pedro. But soft you, let be; pluck up my D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st heart, and be sad * ! Did he not say, my brother thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have was fled ? been too young for them.

Dogb. Come you, Sir; if justice cannot tame yon, Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance: I came to seek you both.

nay, an you be a cursing hypocaite once, you must
Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee ; | be look'd to.
for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men
have it beaten away : Wilt thou use thy wit? bound! Borachio, one!

Bene. It is in my scabbard ; Shall I draw it? Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord !
D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? D. Pedro. Officers, what ofience hath these men

Claud. Never any did so, though very many have done?
been beside their wit.-1 will bid thee draw, as we Dogb. Marry, Sir, they have committed false re-
do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.

port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; see D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale :- condarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they Art thou sick, or angry?

have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified Claud. What! courage, man! What though care umjust things; and, to continue, 'they are lying kill'd a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill knaves. care.

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and you charge it against me :-- I pray you, choose ano. lastly, why are they committed ; and to conclude, ther subject.

what you lay to their charge. Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last Claud. Rightly reason'd, and in his own division ; was broke across.

and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. D. dro. By this light, he changes more and D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that more; I think, he be angry indeed.

you are thus bound to your answer? This learned Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. constable is too cunning to be understood : What's Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear ?

your otience ? Claud. God bless me from a challenge!

Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine Bene. You are a villain ;-! jest not:--I will make answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. it good how you dare, with what you dare, and I have âeceived eren your very eyes : what your when you dare :-Do me right, or I will protest wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have your cowardice. You hare kill'd a sweet lady, and brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me conher death shall fall heavy on you; let me hear fessing to this man, how Don John your brother infrom you.

censed + me to slander the lady Hero; how you were Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret cheer.

in Hero's garments; how you disgraced her, when D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?

you should marry her: my villainy they have upon Claud, l'faith, I thank him; he hath bid + me to a record ; which I had rather seal with my death, calf's head and a capon; the which if I do not carve than repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead most curiously, say, my knife's naught.-Shall I not upon mine and my master's false accusation ; and, find a woodcock too!

briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain. Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well ; it goes easily. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy

your blood ? wit the other day : I said, thou hadst a fine wit; Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'd it. True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, a great D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice I, a good wil ; Just, said she, it hurts nobody : Nay,

of it. said 1, the gentleman is wise; Certain said she, a D. Pedro. He is composed and framed of treachery: wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; And fled he is upon this villainy. That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me

Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear
on Monday night, which he foreswore on Tuesday in the rare semblance that I loved it first.
• To give a challenge.

Invited,
. Serious.

+ Incited.

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