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swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not ; but methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do.
Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? Marg. Not a false gallop.
Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church.
Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.
Another Room in Leonato's House.
Enter LEONATO, with DOGBERRY and VERGES.
Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour?
Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that decerns you nearly.
Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me.
Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.
Dogh. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, I would desire they were ; but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows.
Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.
have to say.
Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : "palabras, neighbour Verges.
Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.
Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in
heart to bestow it all of your worship. Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha!
Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your worship, as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Verg. And so am I.
you Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina,
Dagb. A good old man, sir ; he will be talking ; as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out : it is a world to see!- Well said, i'faith, neighbour Verges : — well, an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind An honest soul, i'faith, sir ; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread: but, all men are not alike; alas, good neighbour !
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you; but I must leave you.
Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, indeed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship. Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring
I am now in great haste, as it may appear Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Leon. Drink some wine ere you go; fare you well.
it me ; unto you.
6 i. e. It is wonderful to see.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband. Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.
[Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol ; we are now to examination these men.
Verg. And we must do it wisely.
for no wit, I warrant you ; here's
that [Touching his forehead.] shall drive some of them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol.
ACT THE FOURTH.
The Inside of a Church. Enter Don PEDRO, Don John, LEONATO, Friar,
CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, HERO, and BEATRICE, &c.
Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.
Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?
Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this count?
Hero. I do.
inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
Claud. Know you any, Hero ?
Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do!
Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he ! Claud. Stand thee by, friar: Father, by your
leave! Will you
with free and unconstrained soul Give me this maid, your daughter ?
Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose
worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift.
D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again, Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank
you that see her, that she were a maid,
lord ? Claud.
Not to be married Not knit my soul to an approved wanton. Leon. Dear my lord, if
your own proof
Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you ?
You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale. Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but
dream? D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things
are true. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Hero.
True ? O God! Claud. Leonato, stand I here? Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own?
Leon. All this is so; But what of this, my lord ? Claud. Let me but move one question to your