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masters, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass.
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, and the sexton too.
Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the SEXTON.
Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on me.
Bora. Yea, even I alone.
Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live-
Claud. O noble Sir,
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming;
Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me;
Dogb. Moreover, Sir (which, indeed, is not under white and black), this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishment. And also, the watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they say he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's name; the which he hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray you, examine him upon that point.
Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.
Leon. There's for thy pains.
Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your worship; I wish your worship well; God restore you to health : I humbly give you leave to depart: and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.—Come, neighbour. [Exeunt DOGBERRY, VERGES, and WATCH.
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell.
[Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with Margaret, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd * fellow. [Exeunt,
SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden.
Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty ?
Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it.
Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs ?
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches.
Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : I give thee the bucklers.
Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own. Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids. .
Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think, hath legs.
[Exit MARGARET. Bene. And therefore will come. The god of love,
[Singing. That sits above, And knows me, and knows me,
How pitiful I deserve, I mean, in singing; but in loving-Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot show it in rnyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for school, fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.*
Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.
Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :-and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio.
Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.
Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoest my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Beat. For them all together; which maintained so politica state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?
Bene. Suffer love ; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.
Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. Beat. And how long is that, think you ? * Holiday phrases.
• Is subject to.
Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise (if Don Worm his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary), to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising myself (who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy), and now tell me, How doth your cousin ?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Enter URSULA. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's old coil* at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone: Will you come presently ?
Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?
Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.
[Exeunt. SCENE III.-The inside of Church. Enter DON PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and ATTENDANTS with Music and
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies :
Gives her fame which never dies:
Praising her when I am dumb.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Heavily, heavily :
Yearly will I do this rite.
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your torches out:
The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day,
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey :
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds;
Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speeds Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! [Ereunt.
SCENE IV-A Room in LEONATO's House. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, URSULA,
FRIAR, and HERO.
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused her,
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforced
Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most true.
Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me,
Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical :
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar. And my help.
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.