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Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading, nor my observations, sit
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenour of my book: trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.

Friar, it cannot be

:
Thou see'st, that all the grace that she hath left,
Is, that she will not add to her damnation

she not denies it :
Way seek's thou then to cover with excuse

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of ?
Hero. They
If I know more of any

that do accuse me; I know none :
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Let

my father, Prove you, that any man with me conversed Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Friar. There is some strange misprision in the princes.

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour. And if their wisdoms be misled in this, Whore spirits toil in frame of villainies. These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,

Leon. I know not : If they speak but truth of her,
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,

meiner
made such of

my means, Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends,

they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.

Pause a while,
And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Your daughter here the princes left for dead:
And publish it, that she is dead indeed;
And on your family's old monument
Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites,
That appertain unto a burial....
Leon. What shall become of this ? What will this do?

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Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her beball
Change slander to remorse; that is some good :
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,
Upon the instant that she was accused,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excused,
or every hearer: For it so falls out,
That we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue, that possession would not shew us
Whiles it was ours.

So will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination
Shall come apparella in more precious babit,
And every lovely organ of her life
More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

then shall be mourn,
(If ever love had interest in his liver,)
And wish he had not so accused her ;
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levelld (alse,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
(As best befits her wounded reputation)
In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though, you know, my inwardness and love
Is very tnuch unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly as your soul
Should with your body.

Being that I flow in grief,
The smallest twine may lead me.
Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away
Por to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.-
Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and endure.

(E.reunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this wbile ?

Leon.

bath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman?

Beat.

Beat. Your offence, sweet Beatrice ?
Jorda. I am arough I am here. There is no
Sene,

Beat. A
Bene.
Bene,

n you:

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Beat. Yea, and I will weep & while longer.
Bene.

I will not desire that.
You

have no reason, I do it freely.
Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wrong.

Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me, that at would right her! Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship? Bene. May a man do it?

ty even way, but no such friend.
Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.
Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you."
Is not that strange ?

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing 80 well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
Beal. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you.

Beat. Will you not eat your word ?

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: 1 protest, I love thee. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! why

have staid me in a happy hour; I was about to protest I loved you.

do it with all thy heart.
I love you with so much of my heart, that none
Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell.
Bene for
Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

I pray you, let me go
Beatrice,
In faith,'I will go
ll be friends first.

easier be friends with me, than fight Bene la Claudio thine enemy?

I he not approved in the height a villain, that Os that I were a man! - What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with publle

VOL. II.

Is left to protest.

Hear And

Beat.

Bene. We'll

You dare with mine enemy:

Beat:

[saying.

accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,
O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in
the e market-place.

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;
Bcat. Talk with a man out at a window ? - a proper
Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice ;-

Beal. Sweet Hero! - she is wronged, she is slan dered, she is undone.

Benc. Beat

Bcat. Princes and counties ! Surely, a princels teko timony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surels ! o, that I were man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted iuto courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: ka is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie. and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing. therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I love thee.

Beal. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio bath wronged Hero ?

Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.

Bone. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him I will kiss your hand, and to leave you: By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin: must say, she is dead; and so, farewell.

[Breunt.

SCENE II.-A Prison. Enter DOGBERRY, Verges, and Serton, in gowns: and the iVulch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. Dogo. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Verg, o, a stool and a cushion for the sexton ! Sexton. Which be the malefactors Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Perg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition to examine.

Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined ? Let them come before master constable.

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.- What is your name, friend!

Bora. Boracbio.

Verg. When the mass, that it is. yourselves Dogb.

Write: ducats

49 Dogb. Pray write down - Borachio. -Yours, sirrah? Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.

Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. -
Masters, do you serve God?
Con. Bora. Yea,

hope.
Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve God
- and write God first; for God defend but God should
go before such villains! - Masters, it is proved already
that you are little better than false knaves; and it will
go near to be thought so shortly. How ansver you for

Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him. -- Come you hither, sirrah ; are randes e abrear, sir; I say to you, it is thought you Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Well, stand aside. - 'Fore God, they are both a tale: Have you writ down that they are none !

Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine ; you must call forth the watch, that are their

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way: Let the watch come forth. - Masters, 1 charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. Watch. This

said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain. Dogb.

down- prince John a villain :- Why "Bordlam Pascureconocoll a prince's brother - villain. Pray thee, fellow,

peace; I do not like thy Sexton. What heard you him say else ? 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand Dogb. Flat bur of Don John, for accusing lady Hero wrongfully.

burglary, as ever was committed. Sexton. else, fellow? 1 Wateh. And that count Claudio did mean, upon

words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, Dogb. O villain! thou will be condemned into everlasting Sexton. What else?

rederoption for this. 2 Watch. This is all.

Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can dens. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very

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