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Dogb. True, and they are to meddle with none now forward with thy tale. but the prince's subjecis :--you shall al o make no Bora. Stand thee close

then under this penthouse, noise in ihe streets; for, for the watch lo babble and for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a lrue drunkard, tulk, is most tolerable, and not to be endured. utter all to thee,

2 Watch. We will rather sleep than talk; we Watch. (Aside.) Some treason, masters; yet know what belongs to a watch.

stand close. Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and most Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don quiet watchman; for I cannot see how sleeping John a thousand ducats. should offend: only, have a care that your bills' be Con. Is it possible that any villany should be so not stolen :-Well, you are to call at all the ale- dear? houses, and bid those that are drunk get them to bed. Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were pos. 2 Watch. How if they will not?

xible any villany should be so rich; for when such Dogb. Why then, let ihem alone till they are so- villains have need of poor ones, pcor ones may bor; if they make you not then the better answer, inake what price they will. youmiy say, they are not the men you took them for. Con. I wonder at it. 2 Watch. Well, sir.

Bora. That shows thou art unconfirmed;' thou Dugb. li you meet a thies, you may suspect him, knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or by virtue of your office, to be no trug man: and, a clok, is nothing to a man. for such kind of men, the less you meddle or make Con. Y», it is apparel. with thein, why, the more is for your honesty. Bora. I mean the fashion.

2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion. not lay hands on him ?

Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's tho Dogb. Truly, by your office, you may; but I cool. But scest thou not what a deformed thief this think, they that touch pitch will be detiled: the fashion is ? most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, Walch. I know that Deformed; he has been a is, to let him show himself what he is, and steal out vile thief this seven year; he goes up and down of your company.

like a gentleman: I remember his name. Verg. You have been always called a merciful Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody ? man, partner.

Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house. D3,6. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; Bora, Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed much more a man who hath any honesty in him. thier this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about

Very. If you hear a child cry in the night, you all the hot bloods, between fourteen and five and must call to the nurse, and bid her still it. thirty? sometime, fashioning them like Pharaoh's

2 Watch. How is the nurse be asleep, and will soldiers in the reechy: painting; sometime, like god not hear us?

Bel's priests in the old church window; sometime, Dogb. Why then, depart in peace, and let the like the shaven Hercules in the smirched“ wormchild wake her with crying; for the ewe that will eaten tapestry, where his cod-piece seems as massy not hear her lamb when it baes, will never answer as his club? a cals when he bleats.

Con. All this I see ; and see, that the fashion Verg. 'Tis very true.

wears out more apparel than the man: but art not Dogb. This is the end of the charge. You, con- thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou stable, are to present the prince's own person; if hast shisted out of thy tale to tell me of the you meet the prince in the night, you may stay him. fashion ? Verg. Nay, bu'r lady, that I think he cannot. Bora. Not so neither: but know, that I have to.

Dozb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewo. that knows the statues, he may stay him: marry, man, by the name of Hero: she leans me out at not without the prince be willing: for, indeed, the her mistress' chamber-trindow, bids me a thousand watch ought to oilend no man; and it is an offence times good night, -I tell this tale vilely:--I should to stay a man against his will.

first tell thee, how the prince, Claudio, and my Verg. By'r lady, I think, it be so.

master, plan'ed and placed, and possessed by my Doçb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night : master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this an there be any matter of weight chances, call up amiable encounter. me: keep your fellows' counsels and your own, Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero ? and good night.-Come, neighbour.

Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio; 2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge: but the devil mv master knew she was Margaret; let us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, and then all to bed.

partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours: I but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm any pray you, watch about signior Leonato's door; for slander that Don John had made, away went Clauthe wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great dio enraged: swore he would meet her as he was coil to-night: adieu, be vigilant, I beseech you. appointed, next morning at the temple, and there,

(Exeuni Dogberry and Ferges. before the whole congregation, shame her with Enter Borachio and Conrade.

what he saw over-night and send her nome again

without a husband. Bora. What! Conrade,

I Watch. We charge you in the prince's namo, Watch. Peace, stir not.

(Aside. stand. Bora. Conrade, I say !

2 Watch. Call up the right master constable: Con. Here man, I am at thy elbow.

we have here recovered the most dangerous piece Bora. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought of lechery that ever was known in the commonthere would a scab follow.

wealth. Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and i Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I

know him, he wears a lock. (1) Weapons of the watchmen. (2) Unpractised in the ways of the world.

(3) Smoked. (4) Soiled.


Con. Masters, masters.

Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, no more sailing by the star. I warrant you.

Beat. What means the fool, trow? Con. Masters,

Marg. Nuthing I ; but God send every one 1 Walch. Never speak; we charge you, let us their heart's desire ! obey you to go with us.

Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, an excellent perfume. being taken up of these men's bills.

Beat. I am stuffud, cousin, I cannot emell. Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Marg. A maid, and stufied ! there's goodly Come, we'll obey you.

[Exeunt. catching of cold.

Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how SCENE IV.-A room in Leonato's house. En- long have you profess’d apprehension? ter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.

Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit

become me rarely ? Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice,

Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear and desire her to rise.

it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick. Urz. I will, lady.

Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Hero. And bid her come hither.

Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only Urs. Well.

[Exit Ursula. thing for a qualm. Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato' were Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. better.

Beal. Benedictus ! why Benedictus ? you have Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.

some moral' in this Benedictus. Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I war

Marg. Moral? no, by ny troth, I have no moral rant, your cousin will say so. Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another ; think, perchance, that I think you are in love

meaning; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may I'll wear none but this.

nay, by'r lady, I'am not such a cool to think what Mirg. I like the new tire within excellently, I list; nor I list not to think what I can; por, inif the hair were a thought browner : and your deed,'I cannot think, it I would think my heart gown's a most rare fashion, i’faith. I saw the out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise so. will be in love, or that you can be in love : yet Hero. O, that exceeds, they say:

Benedick was such another, and now is he become Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in re- a man: be swore he would never marry; and yet spect of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat with with silver ; set with pearls, down sleeves, side-out grudging: and how you may be converied, I sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a bluish knowv not'; but meihinks, you look with your eyes tinsel : ' but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excel as other women do. lent fashion, your's is worth ten on't.

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart Murg. Not a false gullop. is exceeding heavy! Murg. "Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of

Re-enter Ursula.

Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed ? Marg. Of what, lady ? of speaking honourably ? of the town, are come to fetch you to church.

signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants Is not marriage honourable in a bergar? Is not

Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, your lord honourable without marriage? I think

good Ursula.

(Excunt. you would have me say, saving your reverence,a husband: an bad thinking do not wrest true SCENE V.-Another room in Leonato's house. speaking, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm in- Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. the heavier for a husband ? None, I think, an ir it be the right husband, and the right wife; other

Leon. What would you with me, honest neighwise, 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Bea- bour ? trice else, here she comes.

Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confi

dence with you, that decerns you nearly, Enter Beatrice.

Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy

time with me. Hero. Good morrow, coz.

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir. Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero.

Virg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick Leon. What is it, my good friends ? tune ?

Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little oft Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not

Marg. Clap us into-Light o love ; that goes so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; without a burden ; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows

Beat. Yea, Light o love, with your heels ! - Very. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any then if your husband have stables enough, you'll man living, that is an old man, and no honester see he shall lack no barns.

than I. Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, with my heels.

neighbour Verges. Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill ;- Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we hey ho!

are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ?

own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could Beal. For the letter that begins them all, H.4 find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! (1) A kind of ruff. (2) Head-dress. (3) Long-sleeves. (4) i. e. for an ache or pain.

(5) Hidden meaning.

a man.

Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Leon. I dare make his answer, none. than 'lis : for I hear as good exclamation on your Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! worship, as of any man in the city; and though I what men daily do! not knowing what they do! be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

Bene. How now! interjections ? Why, then l'erg, And so am I.

some be of laughing, as, ha ! ha! he ! Leoit. I would fain know what you have to say. Claud. Stand thee bý, friar :-Father, 'by your Verg. Many, sir, our watch to-night, except

leave; ing your worship's presence, have ta’en a couple Will you with free and unconstrained soul of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.

Give me this maid, your daughter ? Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking ; Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; Claud. And what have I to give you back, whuse God help us! it is a world to see !!_Well said, worth, i'laith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. behind:-in honest soul, i'faith, sir ; by my troth Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thanke he is, as ever broke bread: but, God is to be wor- fulness. shipped: all men are not alike'; alas, good neigh-There, Leonato, take her back again; bour!

Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :you.

Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: Dozb. Gifs, that God gives.

o, what authority and show of truth Leon. I must leave you.

Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, in- Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, deed, comprehended two auspicious persons, and To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, we would have then this morning examined before All you that see her, that she were a maid, your worship.

By these exterior shows? But she is none : Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring She knows the heat of a luxurious? bed : it me ; I am now in great haste, as it may appear Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty: unto you.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord ? Dogb. It shall be suffigance.


Not to be married, Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well. Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof Enter a Messenger.

Hlave vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,

And made defeat of her virginity,Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband.

Claud. I know what you would say; If I have

known her, Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. (Ereunt Leonato and Messenger. And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:

You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, Dogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis Scacol, bid'him bring his pen and inkhorn to the I never tempted her with word too large;'

No, Leonato, gaol; we are now to examination these men. Verg. And we must do it wisely.

But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ;

Bashful sincerity, and comely love. here's that (Touching his forehead.) shall drive

Hero. And seemid I ever otherwise to you? some of them to a non com: only get the learned You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

Claud, Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: writer to set down our excommunication, and meet As chaste as in the bud ere it be blown; me at the goal.


But you are more intemperate in your blood

Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals

That rage in savage sensuality.

Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so SCENE 1.-The inside of a church. Enter Don

wide ?4 Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Claudio,

Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you ?
D. Per!ro.

What should I speak ? Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, &c.

I stand di honour'd, that have gone about Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the To link my dear friend to a common stale. plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dreami particular duties afterwards.

D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this

are true. lady?

Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Claud. No.


True, O God! Leon. To be marricd to her, friar; you come to Claul. Leonato, stand I here?

Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to Is this face Hero's ? Are our eyes our own? this count?

Leon. All this is so ; but what of this, my lord ? Hero. I do.

Claud. Let me but move one question to your Friar. If either of you know any inward impedi- daughter; ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge And, by that fatherly and kindly power you, on your souls, to utter it.

That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Claud. Know you any, Hero?

Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Hero. None, my lord.

Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset Friar. Know you any, count?

What kind of catechizing call you this?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your namo. (1) It is worth seeing. (2) Lascivious. (3) Licentious

(4) Remote from the business in hand.

marry her.

Hero. Is It not Hero? Who can blot that name Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea With any just reproach?

Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Clarul.

Marry, that can Hero; And salt too I ttle, which may season give Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

To her soul tainted desh! What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Bene.

Sir, sir, be patient : Out at your window, bet wixt twelve and one ? For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

I knoiy not what to say. Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Beal. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied ! D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Bene. Lady, were you her bediellow last night? Leonato,

Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, I am sorry you must hear; upon mine honour, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,

made, Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron! Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal' villain, Would the two princes lie and Claudio lie? Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, A thousand times in secret.

Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die. D. John.

Fie, fie! they are Friar. Hear me a little ;
Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; For I have only been silent so long,
There is not chastity enough in language, And given way unto this course of fortune,
Without offence, toʻutter them: thus, pretty lady, By noting of ihe lady: I have mark'd
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

A thousand blushing apparitions start
Claud.' O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
If half thy outward graces had been placed In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
But, fare thee well, most soul, most fair! farewell, To burn the errors that these princes hold
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!

Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool; For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, Trust not my reading, nor my observations, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, Which with experimental seal doth warrant To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, The tenor of my book; trust not my age, And never shall it more be gracious

My reverence, calling, nor divinity, Leon, Hath no man's dagger here a point for Ir this sweet lady lie not guiltless here me ?

(Hero swoons. Under some biting error. Beat, Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Leon.

Priar, it cannot be: you down?

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, D, John. Come, let us go: these things, coine Is, that she will not add io her damnation thus to light,

A sin of perjury; she not denjes it : Bmother her spirits up:

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse (Ereunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. That which appears in proper nakedness ? Bene. How doth the lady?

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? Beat.

Dead, I think ;-help, uncle Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle !—Signior Benedick friar!

IT I know more of any man alive, Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand ! Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Death is the sairest cover for her shame,

Let all my sins lack mercy!-0 my father, That may be wish'd for.

Prove you that any man with me convers'd Beat.

How now, cousin Hero ? At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Friar. Have comfort, lady:

Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Leon.

Dost thou look up ? Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not?

Friar. There is some strange misprision' in the Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly princes, thing

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The story that is printed in her blood ?

The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes : Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. For did I think thou would'si not quickly die, Leon. I know not; is they speak but truth of her, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,

honour, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?" Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, 0, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Nor age so eat up my invention, Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Why had I not, with charitable hand,

Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends, Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;

But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Who smirched thus, and inired with insamy, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
I might have said, No part of it is mine,

Ability in means, and choice of friends,
This shame derives itself from unknoron loins ? To quit me of them thoroughly.
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, Friar.

Pause a while, And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, And let my counsel sway you in this case. That I myself was to myself not mine,

Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Yaluing of her; why, she-0, she is fallen Let her a while be secreily kept in,

And publish it, that she is dead indeed : (1) Too free of tongue. (2) Attractive, (3) Disposition of things,

(4) Sullied (5) Misconception

none :

Maintain a mouming ostentation ;

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: it And on your fami.y's old monument

were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so Ilang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; That apper ain untu á birial.

i confess nothing, nor I deny nothing:-1 am sorry Leun. What shall become of this ? What will ior my cousin. this du?

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Frisr. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. behalf

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me ; Chante sland:r to reinorse ; that is some good : and I will make him eat it, that says, I love not But not for that dream I on this strange course, you. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Beat. Will you not eat your word ? She dying, as it must be so ma.ntainid,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. Ipon the instant that she was accus'd,

I protest I love thee. Siall be lamented, pited, and excus'd,

Beat. Why then, God forgive me ! Of every hearer: for it so falls out,

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? Thit what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I Whiles! we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, was about to protest I loved you. Why, then we rack" the value; then we find Bene. And do it with all thy heart. The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that Whiles it was ours :-So will ii fure with Clau- none is left to protest. dio :

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. When he shall hear she died upon his words, Beat. Kill Claudio. The idła of her life shall sweetly creep

Bene, Ha! not for the wide world. Into his study of imagination ;.

Beat. You kill me to deny it: farewell. And every lovely organ of her life

Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beal. I am gone, though I am here ;—there is More moving-del cate, and full of life,

no love in you :-nay, I pray you, let me go. Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Bene. seatrice,Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he mourn Beat. In faith I will go. (li ever love had interest in his liver,)

Bene. We'll be friends first. And wish he had not so accused her;

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than No, though he thoughi his accusation true. fight with mine enemy. Le this be so, and doubt not but success

Bene. Is Claudio thinc enemy? Will fashion the event in better shape

Beat. Is he not approv'd in ihe height a villain, Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinsBut if all ain but this be leveli'd false,

woman?-0, that I were a man!-What! bear The supposition of the lady's death

her in hands until they come to take hands; and Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

then with public accusation, uncovered slander, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her unn.itigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! (As best befits her wounded reputation,)

I would cat his heart in the market-place. In some reclusive and religious life,

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Beat, Talk with a man out at a window ? a

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: proper saying! And though you know my inwardness- and love Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;-. Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, Beat. Sweet Hero!-- she is wronged, she is Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

slandered, she is undone. As secretly, and justly, as your soul

Bene, BeatShould with your body.

Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely a princely Leon.

Being that I low in grief, testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gal. The smallest twine may lead me.

lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! For to strange sores strangely they strain the But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into

compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Ilercus Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and les, that only tells a lie, and swears it :-) cannot

endure. (Exe. Friar, Hero, and Leon. be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woBene, Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this man with gricving. while ?

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: by this hand I love Beal. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. thee. Rene. I will not desire that.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. swearing by it. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio wrong'd.

hah wronged Hero? Bent. Ah, how much might the man deserve or Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a me, that would right her!

soul. Bene, Is there any way to show such friendship? Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Beat. A very even wav, but no such friend. him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : by Bene. May a man do it ?

this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: Beat. It is a man's ofice, but not yours. as you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as your cousin: I must say, she is dead; and so fare. you; is not that strange ?


(Exeunt. (1) While.

(2) Over-rate. (3) Bv. (6) Noblemen. (7) A nobleman made out of sugar. (4) Intimacy. (5) Delude her with hopes.

(8) Ceremony.


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