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27. Come, neighbour.
Well, bench till two, and then
Bora, Stand thee close then, under this pent-house, for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true drunkard,
Watch. (Aside.) Some treason, masters; yet stand
Dogb. Truly, 1 would not hang a dog by my will; much more a man, who hath any honesty in him.
Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, you must call to the nurse, and bid her still it.
2 Watch. How if the nurse be asleep, and will not hear us?
Dogb. Why then, depart in peace, and let the child wake her with crying : for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when it bays, will never answer a calf when he Ver
This is the end of the charge. You, constable, are present the prince's own person, if prince in the night, you may stay him.
you meet the Verg. Nay, by 'r lady, that, I think, he cannot. Dogb. Five
one on't, with any man that
he may stay him: narry, not without the prince be willing: for, indeed, the watch ought to offend no man; and it is an offence to stay a man against his will.
Verg. By 'r lads, I think it be so.
Dogo. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night: an there be any matter of weight chances, call ap me: keep your fellows' counsels and your own, and good night.
we hear our charge: let us go
neighbours: I pray you, watch about signior Leonato's door for the wedding being there to morrow, there is a great coil to-night : Adieu, be vigilant, 1 beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Verges.
man, I am at thy elbow.
and my elbow itched; I thought, there forward with thy tale.
utter all to thee.
Born. Therefore know, I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats.
Con. Is it possible that any villaing should be so dear?
Bora. Thou shouldst rather ask, if it were possible any villainy should be so rich; for when rich 'villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.
con. I wonder at it.
Bora. That shews, thou art unconfirmed: Thou knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a cloak, is nothing to a man.
Con. Yes, it is apparel.
Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the !ool. But see'st thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is?
Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a rile thief this sever year; he goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember his name.
Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody?
Bora. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thiet this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods, between fourteen and five-and-thirty sometime, fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the recchy painting ; sometime, like god Bel's priests in old church window ; sometime, like the shaven llercules in the smirched worm-eaten tapestry, where his cod piece seems as massy as his club?
Con. All this I see ; and see, that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man : But art not thou thy. self gidily with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion ?
Bora. Not so, neither: but know, that I have to. night wobed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the naine of Hero; she leans we out at her mistress's chamber.window, birls me a thousame times good night --I tell this tale vilely - I should first tell thee, how the Prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and placed, and possessed by my master, Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter.
Con. And thought they Margaret was Hero P
Bora. "Two of thein did, the Prince and Claudio; hut the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, but chiefly by my
villains, which did confirm any slander that Don John had made, away went Claudio enraged; swore he would meet her, as he was appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, before the whole congregation, shame her with what he saw overnight, and send her home again without a husband.
I Watch. We charge you in the prince's name, stand.
2 Watch, Call up the right master Constable: We have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that erer was known in the cominonwealth. 1 Watch. And one Delormed is one of them; I know he
wears a lock.
2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I warrant you.
1 Walch. Never speak; we charge you, let us obes you to go with us.
Bora. We are likely to prove a goodly commodity. being taken up of these men's bills.
Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Comr, we'll obey you.
[Bxeunt. SCENE IV-A Room in Leonato's House, Bnter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA. Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and desire her to rise.
Urs. I will, laity.
[Brit Ursula. belfers. Troth, I think, your other rabato were
Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.
Hero. My cousia's a fool, and thou art another; I'll Wear none but this.
Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner : and your gown's a most gown, that they praise so. Hero, O. that exceeds, they say:
Marg. By my troth, it's but a night-gown in respec. set with pearls, down sleeves, side-sleeves, and skiri. round, underborne with a blueish tlosel : but for å fine,
I saw the duchess of Milan
quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't.
Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy!
Marg. Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a
Marg. or what, lady of speaking honourably? Ja not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage ?
I think, you would have me say, saving your reverence,-a husband: an bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, 1911 offend nobody : Is there any harm in-the heavier for a husbandi None, I think, an ir it be the righe husband, and the right wise, otherwise, 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she comes.
you speak in the sick
I scorn that
how now! tune?
Beal. I am out of all other tune, methinks.
Marg. Clap us into-Light o' lore; that goes without a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it.
Beat. Yes, Light of love, with your heels!-then, your husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall lack no barns.
Marg. O illegitimate construction ! with my heels.
Beal. "Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time you were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill, hey ho !
Marg, For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? Beat. For the letter that begins them all. H. Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's no more sailing by the star.
Beal. What means the fool, trow?.
Marg. Nothing 1; but God send every one their heart's desire !
Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an excellent perfume.
Beal. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell.
Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how long have you professed apprehension ?
Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit become me rarels
Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.
Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing "Heru. There thou prick'st her with a thistle.
Beat. Benedictus ! why Benedictus ? you have some moral in this Benedictus. Moral?
by my troth, I have no moral meaning; 1 meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, by ': list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking,
or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love : yet Benedick was such another, he become a
a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do.
Beat. What pace is this, that the tongue keeps ?
Re-enter URSULA. Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church.
Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.
[Ereunt. SCENE V.- Another Room in Leonato's house. Enter LEONATO, with DOGBERRY and
VERGES. Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour? with you, that decerns you nearly.
Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a buss time Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir, Verg, Yes, in truth it is, sir. Leon. What is it, my good friends ? Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little of the matter : an old man, sit, and his wits are not so blunt,