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Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear 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 Beal. It is a man's office, but not yours.
[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 DOG BER were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so
VERGES, and Sert in gowns; 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. Serton. 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
Serton. 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 protes, I loved you.
Dogb. Pray write down Borachio.—Yours, Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
sirrah ? Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is none 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 Beal. I am gone, though I am here :—there is should go before such villains !—Masters, it is no 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 man!-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? unmitigated 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 Sexton. 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 ? Beat. 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 Sexton. What else? him. I will kiss your hand, and so I leave you. 2 Watch. This is all.
Serton. 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
[Erit. is more, an officer; and, which is more, a houseDogb. 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. O, that I had been writ down Con. Away! you are an ass; you are an ass. an ass.
Scene I.-Before Leonato's House.
D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
Good day to both of you.
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, sare 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
O! 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. Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou bast kill'd 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.
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.
I will not hear you co? in Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and
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 niece;
her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear And she is dead; slander'd to death by villains, 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 call's-head and a capon, the which if I do not them, yea,
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 flout, 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 man D. Pedro.
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 braggaris 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?
[Erit 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 thy side ? Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll war
Claud. 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 fled ? Claud. Nay then, give him another staff: this last was broke cross.
Enter DOG BERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and
CONRADE and BORACHIO.
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, bound? Borachio, one ?
Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,
D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men But in mistaking. done?
D. Pedro. By my soul, por I ; Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- And yet, to satisfy this good old man, port; moreover, they have spoken untruths; second- I would bend under any heavy weight arily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they have That he'll enjoin me to. belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live; things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. That were impossible ; but, I pray you both,
D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have Possess the people in Messina, here, done? thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence ? How innocent she died: and, if your love sixth and lastly, why they are committed ? and, to Can labour aught in sad invention, conclude, what you lay to their charge ?
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; And sing it to her bones : sing it to-night.and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. To-morrow morning come you to my house,
D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that And since you could not be my son-in-law, you are thus bound to your answer? this learned Be yet my nephew. My brother hath a daughconstable is too cunning to be understood. What's
ter, your offence?
Almost the copy of my child that's dead, Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine And she alone is heir to both of us : answer: do you hear me, and let this count kill me. Give her the right you should have given her I have deceived even your very eyes : what your
cousin, wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools And so dies my revenge. have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard Claud.
0! poble sir, me confessing to this man, how Don John your bro- Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me. ther incensed me to slander the lady Hero; how I do embrace your offer, and dispose yon were brought into the orchard, and saw me For henceforth of poor Claudio. court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you dis- Leon. To-morrow, then, I will expect your graced her, when you should marry her. My vil
coming : lainy they have upon record, which I had rather To-night I take my leave. This naughty man seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame. Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, The lady is dead upon mine and my master's false Who, I believe, was packed in all this wrong, accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the re- Hir'd to it by your brother. ward of a villain.
No, by my soul, she was not ; D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; your blood ?
But always hath been just and virtuous, Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. In any thing that I do know by her. D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to Dogb. Moreover, sir, which, indeed, is not under this?
white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did Bora. Yea; and paid me richly for the practice call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in of it.
his punishment. And also, the watch heard them D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treach- talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in ery
his ear, and a lock hanging by it, and borrows money And fled he is upon this villainy.
in God's name; the which he hath used so long, Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, In the rare semblance that I loved it first.
and will lend nothing for God's sake. Pray you, exDagh. Come : bring away the plaintiffs : by this amine him upon that point. time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. the matter. And masters, do not forget to specify, Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. and reverend youth, and I praise God for you.
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, Leon. There's for thy pains. and the sexton too.
Dogb. God save the foundation!
Leon. Go: I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and Re-enter LEONATO, Antonio, and the Sexton.
I thank thee. Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes, Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; That when I note another man like him,
which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself avoid him. Which of these is he?
for the example of others. God keep your worship; Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on I wish your worship well: God restore you to
health. I humbly give you leave to depart, and if Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.hast killid
Come, neighbour. Mine innocent child?
(Ereunt Dog BERRY, VERGES, and Watch. Bora. Yea, even I alone.
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyself: Ant. Farewell, my lords : we look for you toHere stand a pair of honourable men, A third is fled, that had a hand in it.
D. Pedro. We will not fail. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death:
To-night I'll mourn with Hero. Record it with your high and worthy deeds.
[Ereunt Don Pedro and Claudio. 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
with Margaret, Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself; How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. Impose me to what penance your invention