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Enter Leonato and Antonio.
Against your self.
(17) If such a One will smile, and froke bis Beard,
And hallow, wag, cry bem, when he should groan, ] Mr. Row is the first Authority that I can find for this Reads ing. But what is the Intention, or how are we to expound it? “ If a Man will balloo, and whoop, and fidget, and wrig“ gle about, to Thew a Pleasure when he should groan," &c. This does not give much Decorum to the Sentiment. The old: Quarto, and the ist and 2d Folio Editions all read,
And Sorrow, wagge, cry bem, &c. We don't, indeed, get much by this Reading ; tho', I flatter my self, by a night Alteration it has led me to the true one,
And Sorrow wage; cry, bem ! when be mould groan ; i. e. If such a One will combat with, Arive againf Sorrow, &c. Nor is this Word infrequent with our Author in these Significations,
And Sorrow wage ; cry, hem ! when he should groan ;
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
Leon. I pray thee, peace ; I will be flesh and blood;
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon your self:
Leon. There thou speak't reason ; nay, I will do so.
Enter Don Pedro, and Claudio.
you so hafty now? well, all is one. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling,
Claud. Who wrongs him?
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
young, or what would do,
Claud. My villany?
Leon. My lord, my lord,
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
my child; (18) Cans Tbou so daffe me? - -] This is a Country Word, Mr. Pope tells us, fignifying, daunt. It may be fo; but that is not the Expofition here: To daffe, and doffe are synonymous Terms, that mean, to put off : which is the very Sense requir'd here, and what Leonato would reply, upon Claudio's saying, He would have nothing to do with him.
If thou kill'it me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed 3
Leon. Brother Anthony
Leon. But, brother Anthony,
Ant. Come, 'tis no matter ;
Leon. My lord, my lord
(19) And speak of balf a dozen dangerous Words,] These Editors are Persons of unmatchable Indolence, that can't afford to add a single Letter to retrieve common 'Sense. To Speak off, as I have reform'd the Text, is to throw out boldly, with an Oftentation of Bravery, &c. So in Twelftb-nigbt ; Aterrible Oatb, wieb a fwaggering Accent fearply twang'd off :
Pedro. I will not hear you.
Pedro. Welcome, Signior ; you are almost come to part almost a fray.
Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapt off with two old men without teeth.
Pedro. Leonato and his brother ; what think'st thou ? had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.
Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour : I came to seek
Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it?
Claud. Never did any fo, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the minftrels; draw, to pleasure us.
Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale : art thou fick or angry?
Claud. What! courage, man : what tho' care kill'd a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, if you charge it against me. I pray you chuse another subject.
Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this laft was broke cross.
Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more : I think, he be angry, indeed.
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.