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Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf || Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
Change slander to remorse; that is some good: And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
But not for that dream I on this strange course, As best befits her wounded reputation,
But on this travail look for greater birth.

In some reclusive and religious life,
She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: Shall be lamented, pitied and excus'd

And though you know, my inwardness and love Of every hearer; for it so falls out,

Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
That what we have we prize not to the worth, Yet by mine honour, I will deal in this
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, As secretly and justly, as your soul
Why, then we rack the value; then we find Should with your body.
The virtue, that possession would not show us, Leon.

Being that I flow in grief,
Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio : The smallest twine may lead me.
When he shall hear she died upon his words, Friar. 'Tis well consented: presently away,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

For to strange sores strangely they strain the Iuto his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life

Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,

Perhaps, is but prolong’d: have patience, and More moving, delicate, and full of life,

endure. Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

[Excunt Friar, HERO, and LEONATO. Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall he mourn, Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

while ? And wish he had not so accused her';

Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. No, though he thought his accusation true.

Bene. I will not desire that. Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Beat. You have no reason; I do it freely. Will fashion the event in better shape

Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

wronged. But if all aim but this be levell’d false,

Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of The supposition of the lady's death

me that would right her!


a dear

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? | By this hand, Claudio shall render me
Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go,
Bene. May a man do it?

comfort your cousin: I-must say she is dead; and Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.

so, farewell.

[Exeunt. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?

SCENE II.-A Prison. Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It

Enter DogBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns; were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not:

and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing.--I am sorry Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? for my cousin.

Verg. O! a stool and a cushion for the sexton. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Sexion. Which be the malefactors ? Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I Verg. Nay, that's certain : we have the exhibiwill make him eat it, that says I love not you. tion to examine. Beat. Will you not eat your word ?

Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. be examined? let them come before master conI protest, I love thee.

stable. Beat. Why then, God forgive me!

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice?

What is your name, friend? Beat. You have stay'd me in a happy hour: I Bora. Borachio. was about to protest, I loved you.

Dogb. Pray write down Borachio.--Yours, Bene. And do it with all thy heart.

sirrah? Beal. I love you with so much of my heart, that Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is done is left to protest.

Conrade. Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Dogb. Write down master gentleman Conrade.Beat. Kill Claudio.

Masters, do you serve God? Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.

Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope. Beat. You kill me to deny it. Farewell.

Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

God:-and write God first; for God defend but God Beat. I am gone, though I am here :—there is should go before such villains !-Masters, it is Do love in you.—Nay, I pray you, let me go. proved already that you are little better than false Bene. Beatrice,

knaves, and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Beat. In faith, I will go.

How answer you for yourselves ? Bene. We'll be friends first.

Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me than Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; fight with mine enemy:

but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?

sirrah; a word in your ear, sir: I say to you, it is Beat. Is he not approved in the height of a villain, thought you are false knaves. that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kins Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. woman!-0, that I were a mạn!- What! bear Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they are her in hand until they come to take hands, and both in a tale. Have you writ down, that they are then with public accusation, uncovered slander, none? uomitigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to I would eat his heart in the market-place.

examine: you must call forth the watch that are Bene. Hear me, Beatrice

their accusers. Beat. Talk with a man out at a window !-a Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way :-Let proper saying.

the watch come forth.-Masters, I charge you, in Bene. Nay, but Beatrice

the prince's name, accuse these men. Beat. Sweet Hero !-she is wronged, she is 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the slandered, she is undone.

prince's brother, was a villain. Bene, Beat

Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain.Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely Why, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother testimony, a goodly count, count confect; a sweet villain. gallant, surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! Bora. Master constable, or that I had any friend would be a man for my Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, thy look, I promise thee. valour into compliment, and men are only turned Serton. What heard you him say else? into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand as Hercules, that only tells a lie and swears it.-I ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die wrongfully. a woman with grieving.

Dogb. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. love thee.

Serton. What else, fellow ? Beal. Use it for my love some other way than 1 Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, swearing by it.

upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio assembly, and not marry her. hath wronged Hero?

Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. everlasting redemption for this. Bene. Enough! I am engaged, I will challenge Serton. What else? him. I will kiss your hand, and so I leave you. 2 Watch. This is all.

Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen thou not suspect my years ?-0, that he were here away: Hero was in this manner accused, in this to write me down an ass !—but, masters, remember, very manner refused, and, upon the grief of this, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, suddenly died. Master constable, let these men be yet forget not that I am an ass.—No, thou villain, bound, and brought to Leonato's: I will go before, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee and show him their examination.

by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which

[Exit. || is more, an officer; and, which is more, a house. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

holder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of Verg. Let them be in the hands

flesh as any is in Messina; and one that knows the Con. Off, coxcomb!

law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb. two gowns, and every thing handsome about him. Come, bind them.—Thou naughty varlet !

Bring him away. Ó, that I had been writ down Con. Away! you are an ass; you are an ass.


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SCENE I.—Before Leonato's House.

D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

Good day to both of you.
Enter Leonato and Antonio.

Leon. Hear you, my lords,Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief

Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you Against yourself.

well, my lord :Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Are you so hasty now !-well, all is one. Which falls into mine ears as profitless

D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine: Some of us would lie low. Bring me a father that so lov'd his child,


Who wrongs him? Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,

Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou, disAnd bid him speak of patience;

sembler, thou. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, And let it answer every strain for strain;

I fear thee not. As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,

Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: If it should give your age such cause of fear. If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Cry-sorrow wag! and hem, when he should groan; Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,

I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; And I of him will gather patience.

As, under privilege of age, to brag But there is no such man; for, brother, men What I have done being young, or what would do, Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, Their counsel turns to passion, which before That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by, Would give preceptial medicine to rage,

And with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,

Do challenge thee to trial of a man. Charm ache with air, and agony with words. I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Thy slander hath gone through and through her To those that wring under the load of sorrow,

heart, But no man's virtue, por sufficiency,

And she lies buried with her ancestors, To be so moral when he shall endure

0! in a tomb where never scandal slept, The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel : Save this of her's, fram'd by thy villainy. My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

Claud. My villainy ? Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine, I say. Leon. I pray thee, peace! I will be flesh and D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. blood;


My lord, my lord, For there was never yet philosopher,

I'll prove it on his body, if he dare, That could endure the tooth-ache patiently, Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, However they have writ the style of gods,

His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. And made a push at chance and sufferance.

Claud. Away! I will not have to do with you. Ani. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast killd Make those that do offend you suffer too. Leon. There thou speak’st reason: nay, I will

If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. do so.

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : My soul doth tell me Hero is belied,

But that's no matter; let him kill one first :And that shall Claudio know; so shall the prince, Win me and wear me, let him answer me.And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Come, follow me, boy! come, sir boy, come, follow Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO.

Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio hastily. Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

my child:


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and when you dare.—Do me right, or I will protest Ant. Content yourself. God knows, I lov'd my your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and piece;

her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear And she is dead; slander'd to death by villains,

from you. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may

have As I dare take a serpent by the tongue.

good cheer. Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!

D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Leon.

Brother Antony

Claud. I'faith, I thank him ; he hath bid me to Ant. Hold you content. What, man! I know a calf's-head and a capon, the which if I do not

carve most curiously, say my knife’s naught.-Shall And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: I not find a woodcock too? Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well : it goes easily. That lie, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, wit the other day. I said, thou hadst a fine wit: And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, • True," said she, “a fine little one:" "No," said I, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, “ a great wit:" "Right," says she, “a great gross And this is all!

one:” “Nay," said I, “a good wit :" “ Just,” said Leon. But, brother Antony

she, it hurts nobody:" " Nay,” said I, “the gentleAnt.

Come, 'tis no matter: man is wise:" "Certain," said she, “a wise gentleDo not you meddle, let me deal in this.

man :" " Nay," said I, " he hath the tongues:" D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake “ That I believe," said she, “ for he swore a thing to your patience.

me on Monday night, which he forswore on TuesMy heart is sorry for your daughter's death; day morning: there's a double tongue; there's two But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing tongues.' Thus did she, an hour together, transBut what was true, and very full of proof.

shape thy particular virtues; yet at last she conLeon. My lord, my lord !-

cluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest nap D. Pedro.

I will not hear you.

in Italy. Leon.

No? Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and Come, brother, away.--I will be heard.

said she cared not. Ant. And shall, or some of us will smart for it. D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all [Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would

love him dearly. The old man's daughter told us Enter BENEDICK.

all. D. Pedro. See, see: here comes the man we Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him went to seek.

when he was hid in the garden. Claud. Now, signior, what news ?

D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's Bene. Good day, my lord.

horns on the sensible Benedick's head? D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: , you are almost Claud. Yea, and text underneath, “Here dwells come to part almost a fray.

Benedick the married man!" Claud. We had like to have had our two noses Bene. Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. snapped off with two old men without teeth. I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: you

D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother. What break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God think'st thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should be thanked, hurt not.—My lord, for your many have been too young for them.

courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. company. Your brother, the bastard, is fled from I came to seek you both.

Messina: you have, among you, killed a sweet and Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; innocent lady. For my lord Lack-beard, there, he for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit?

[Exit BENEDICK. Bene. It is in my scabbard : shall I draw it ? D. Pedro. He is in earnest. D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by

Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warClaud. Never any did so, though very many rant you, for the love of Beatrice. have been beside their wit.—I will bid thee draw, D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? as we do the minstrels; draw to pleasure us.

Claud. Most sincerely. D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he pale.-Art thou sick, or angry?

goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his Claud. What! courage, man! What though wit! care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is to kill care.

an ape a doctor to such a man. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, D. Pedro. But, soft you; let me be: pluck up, an you charge it against me.-I pray you, choose my heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother another subject.

was fied ? Claud. Nay then, give him another staff: this last was broke cross.

Enter DogBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and

I think he be angry indeed.

Dogb. Come, you, sir: if justice cannot tame Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balBene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?

Nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, Claud. God bless me from a challenge!

you must be looked to. Bene. You are a villain.-I jest not :-I will D. Pedro. How now! two of my brother's men make it good how you dare, with what you dare, hound ? Borachio, one?

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