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1). Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick.

Leon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week marrieil, they would talk themselves mad.

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go to church?

have all his rites. Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-night: and a time too brief too, to have all things answer my mind.

D Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a
breathing, but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall
not go lulls by us; I will, in the interim, undertake
one of Hercules labours : which is, to bring signior
Benedick and the
affection, the one with the other. I would rain have it
a match; and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three
will but minister such assistance as I shall give you
nights' watchings.

Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten
Claud. And i, my lord.

I will do ans modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husbaud.

D. Pedro. And Beneslick is not the unho efullest husband that I know : noble strain, of approved valour, and confirmed honesty: shall fall in love with Benediek :-and I, with your two helps, will so practise on Benedick, that, is despite of his quick wit am! his queasy stomach, he shall Tall in love with Beatrice.

If we can do this. Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we only love-gods. Goin with ine, and I will tell you my drift.

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SCENE II. - Another Room in Leonalo's House.

Enter DON JOHN and BORACHIO. D. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry the daughter of Leonato.

Bora. Yea, my lord, but I can cross it.

D. John. Any bar, ans cross, any impediment will be medicinal to me: I am sick in displeasure to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection, ranges evenly with mine. How canst the

cross this marriage ?

Bar Me D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, 1 will put it in practice : Be cunning in the working this, D. John. I will presently go learn their day or : much!

[Exeurt.

Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but to covertly, that
Do dishonesty shall appear in me.

D. John. Shew me briefly how
Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, how

I am in the favour of Margaret, the waiting
gentlewoman to Hero.

D. John. I remember.

Bora. I can, at ang unseasonable instant of the night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber-window. D. John. What life is in that to be the death of this

The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to the prince your brother; spare not to tell hini, that he hath wronged his honour in marrying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you mightily hold up to a contaminated stale, such a ove as Hero.

D. John. What proof shall I make of that?

Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: Look you for any other issue !

D. John. Only to despite then, I will endeavour any

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell them, that you know that Hero loves me; intend a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as - in love of your brother's honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with thus. They will scarcely believe this without trial: offer them instances ; which shall bear no less

me at her chamber-window; hear me cali Margaret. Hero; hear Margaret term me Borachio: and intended wedding : for, in the mean time, I will ** there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's dis. the preparation overthrown.

that Jealousy shall be calld assurance, and all

thing.

and thy fee is a thousand ducats.

Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my eunning shall not shame me. marriage.

SCENE III.-Leonato's Garden.

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Enter BENEDICK and a Boy.
Bene. Boy,
Boy. Signior.

Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring it
hither to me in the orchard.

Boy. I am here alreads, sir.

Bene. I know that, but I would have thee hence: he dedicates his behaviours to love, will, after he hath

man, seeing how inuch another man is a fool when laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn, by falling in love : Aud sariba music with him but the drum and hire ; and now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe! I have known, when he would have walked ten mile e-foot, to see a good armour; and now will he die ten nights awake, carring the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an honest man. and a soldier; and now is he turned orthographer; his strange dishes. Magni be sa converted, and seo with sworn, but lore may transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an opster me, he shall never make me such

fool. One woman is fair, yet I am well, another is wise, yet another virtuous, yel'1 am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain ; wise, or I'll oue; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or !!!! never I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician. and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Hn! the prince and monsieur Love! I will hide me in the

(Withdraus) Bnter Don PEDRO, LEONATO, and CLAUDIO. D. Pedro. Come, shall we bear this music?

Claud. Yea, my good lord : – How still the evening
As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony !
D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid him-

sell?
We'll at the kid Sox with a penny-worth.

Claud. o. very well, my lord : the music ended,

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Enter BALTHAZAR, with music.
D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song

again.
Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.

D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection:-
I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing :
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes;
Yet will he swear, he loves.

D. Pedro
Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

Nay, pray thee, come:
Do it in notes.
Balth.

Note this before my notes,
There's not a note of mine, that's worth the neting,
D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he

speaks ;
Note, notes, forsooth, and noting!

(Music)
Bene. Now, Divine air: now is his soul ravished ! -
Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts should hale souls out
of men's bodies - Well, a horn for my money, when
all's done.

BALTHAZAR sings.

1.
Balth. Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore
To one thing constant never :

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,
And be you blyth and bonny:
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

II.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo

of dumps so dull and heavy
The fraud of men was cuer so.
Since summer first toas leavy.

Then sigh not so, &c.
D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song.
Balth. And an ill singer, my lord.

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D. Pedro. Ha ? no, no, faith ; thou singest well enough for a shift.

Bene. (Aside.) An he had been a dog, that should have howled thus, they would have hanged him: and ! pray God, this bad voice bode no mischier! I had as lief have hard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.

D. Pedro. Yea, marry : (to Claudio.)-- Dost thou hear, Balthazar ?

pray thee, get us some excellent music; for fo-morrow night we would have it at the lady Hero's chamber-window.

D. Pedro. Do so : farewell. [E.reunt Balthazar and music.) Come hither, Leonato : What was it you told me to-day that your viece Beatrice was in lore with signior Benedick?

Claud. O, ay. - Stalk on, stalk on : the fowl sits: (Aside to Pedro.) i did never think that lady would

Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, that she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours

ned ever to abhor. Bene. Is't possible ! Sits the wind in that corner!

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it; but that she loves him with an enraged affection.-it is past the infinite of thought.

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
Claud. Paith, like enough.

Leon. O God counterfeit! There never was coun. terfeit of passion camne so near the life of passion, as she discovers it.

D. Pedro Why, what effects of passion shews she? Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite.

Leon. What effects, my lord! She will sit you, You heard my daughter tell you how. Claud. She did, indeed. D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you! You amaze me: would have thought her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of a section.

Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; especially against Benedick.

Bene. (Aside.) I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: kuavery cauuol, Sure, hide itself in such reverence.

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it up.

(Aside.)

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