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Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
Friar. Pause a while,
do? Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf 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 accus'd, Shall be lamented, pitied and excus’d, Of every hearer : For it so falls out, That what 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 show 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;
And every lovely organ of her life
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : :
Leon. Being that I Aow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; For to strange sores strangely they strain the
cure.Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and endure.
[Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato.
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while ?
wrong’d. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me, that would right her!
Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship?
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 so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :-I am sorry for my cou
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
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: I protest, I love thee.
Beat. Why then, God forgive me!
Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was about to protest, I loved you.
Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest.
Bene, Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;—There is no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go.
Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy.
Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
Beat. Is he not approved in the height of a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman 2-0, that I were a man !-What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands; and then with publick accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. .
Bene. Hear me, Beatrice :
Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?--a proper saying !
Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;
Beat. Sweet Hero !—She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.
Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had
any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he 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.
Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio hath wronged Hero ?
Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul.
Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so 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: I must say, she is dead; and so, farewell. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-A Prison,
Enter DogberRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in Gowns; and
the Watch, with Conrade and BORACHIO.
Verg. 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,