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among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: For my
lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall meet; and till
then, peace be with him.

[Brit Benedick.
D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warrant
you, for the love of Beatrice.

D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?
Claud. Most sincerely.

D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes
in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit!
Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with

CONRADE and BORACHIO.
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is an
ape a doctor to such a man.

D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart,
and be sad! Did he not say, my brother was fled!

Dogo. Come, you, sir; if justice carnot tame you,
she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balanco: nay,
an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked
to.

D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men bound!
Borachio, one!

Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord !
D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men

Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report;
moreover, they have spoken untruths ; secondarily, they
are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady;
thirdly, they have verified unjust things, and, to con-

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done ; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence ; sixth and lastly, why they are committed; and, to conclude, what you lay to their charge ?

Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division ; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited.

D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that you are thus bound to your answer? this learned constable is too cunning to be understood: What's your offence ?

Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no farther to mina answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes : what your wisdonis could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me confessing to slander the Lady Hero ; how you were brought into the

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orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's gar.
ments; how you disgraced her, when you should marry
her. My villainy they have upon record; which I had
rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my
shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master's
false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the
reward of a villain.
D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like fron through

your blood !
Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he uttered it.
D. Pedro. But did

my brother set thee on to this?
Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it.
D. Pedro. He is com

is composed and framed of treachery :And he is upon this villainy.

Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear
In the semblance that I loved it first.
Come,

way the plaintiffs; by this time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of the matter And, masters, do not forget to specify, when time and

Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, and the sexton too.

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Bora.

Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the

Sexton.
Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes,
That, when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him: Which of these is he?

Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on me:

Leon, Art thou the slave, that with thy breath has
Mine innocent child?

Yea, eren I alone.
Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beliest thysell;
Here stand a pair of honourable men,
A third is ded, that had a hand in it:-
I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death ;
Record it with your high and worthy deeds;
'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Claud. I know not how to pray sour patience,
Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge yoursell;
Impose me to what penance your invention
Can lay upon my sin : yet sion'd I not,
But in mistaking.

D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight,
That he'll enjoin me to.

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Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live,
That were impossible ; but I pray you both,
Possess the people in Messina here
How innocent she died; and, if your love
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,
And sing it to her

it to-night.
uld not be my son-in-law,
Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter,

copy of my child that's dead, pood
And she alone is heir to both of us;
Give her the right you should have given her cousin,
And so
and so

my revenge.
Claud.

O noble sir,
Your over kindness doth wring tears from me!
I do
For henceforth of poor Claudio.

embrace your offer : and dispose
To-night I take my leave. This naughty man

Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming i
Shall lace to face be brought to Margaret,

I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,
Hired to it by your brother.
Bora.

No, by my soul, she was not;
Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me;
But

always hath been just and virtuous,
In any thing that I do know by her.

Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not under white call

and black,) this plaintiff

me ass: I beseech you, it be remembered in his punishment : And also, the watch heard them talk of a lock hanging by it, and borrows money in God's name; the which he hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake : Pray you, examine him upon that point.

Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
reverend

There's for thy pains.
Dogb. God save the foundation !

Leon. Go, I diecharge thee of thy prisoner, and 1 thank thee.

Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to corect yourself, for your worship well; God restore you to health; I humbly

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givo you leave to depart, and if a merry meeting may
be wished, God prohibit 11.-Come, neighbour.

[Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch.
Lcon. Until tomorrow morning, Iords, farewell.
Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to-morrow.
D. Pedro. We will not fail.
Claud.

To-night I'll mourn with Hero.

[Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with

Margaret,
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow.

[E.reunt.

SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden.
Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.

Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.

Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise ol my beauty ?

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comels truth, thou deservest it.

Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs ?

Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; It catches.

Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt #woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : I give thee the bucklers.

Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own.

Benc. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids.

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who
think, hath legs.
Bene. And therefore will come.
The god of love,

(singing?
That sits above,
And knows me, and knows me,

How pitiful I deserve, I mean, in singing; bat in loving.-Leander, the good

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Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the

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59 swimmer, Troilus, the first employer of panders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor Bell, in love: Marry, I cannot shew it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme ; for scorn, horn, a hard Thyme ; for school, fool, a babbling rhyme very ominous endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.

Enter BEATRICE.
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.
Bene. O, stay but till then!

Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well, now: -and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Bene. "Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ; and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a

which of "Beat. "Fets client thou first fall in love with me politie a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to

intermingle with But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Bene. Suffer love a good epithet! I do suffer love,

against my will. heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for

In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.

Bene. Thou and
one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.

It appears not in this confession, there's not

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