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out at her mistress' chamber-window, bids me Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hera a thousand times good night,- I tell this tale Hero. Why, how now I do you speak in the vilely :- I should first tell thee, how the Prince, sick tune ? Claudio, and my master, planted, and placed, Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. end possessed by my masier Don John, saw Marg: Clap us into-Light o' love; that goes afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter. without a burden; do you sing it, and l’U Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? dance it. Bora Two of thein did, the Prince and Clau Beat. Yea, Light o' love, with your heels ? dio: hut the devil my master knew she was then if your husband have stables enough, you'll Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first see he shall lack no barns. possessed them, partly by the dark night, which Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn did deceive them, but chiefly by my villany, that with my heels. which did confirm any slander that Don John Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis had made, away went Claudio enraged; swore time you were ready. By my trouh I am exhe would meet her as he was appointed, next ceeding ill :-hey ho? morning at the temple, and there, before the Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a busband ! whole congregation, shame her with what he Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. saw over-night, and send her home again with Marg. Well, an you be not turned 'Turk, Okt a husband.'

there's no more sailing by the star. I Watch. We charge you in the prince's name, Beat What means the fool, trow ? stand.

Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one 2 Watch Call up the right master constable : their heart's desire ! We have here recovered the most dangerous Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they piece of lechery that ever was known in the are an excellent perfume. commonwealth

Real. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. 1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; Mare A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly I know him, he wears a lock.

catching of cold. Con. Masters, masters.

Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed long have you profess'd apprehension ? forth, I warrant you.

Marg. Ever since you left it; doth not my wit Con. Masters,

become me rarely ? I Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us Beat. It is not seen enongh, you should wear obey you to go with us.

it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick. Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commo Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus dity, being taken up of these men's bills. Benedictus, and lay into your heart; it is the

Con. A commodity in question, I warrant only thing for a qualm. you. Come, we'll obey you. [Ereunt. Hero. There thon prick'st her with a thistle. SCENE IV. A Room in Leonato's House.

Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.

some moral in this Benedictus.

Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no H. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, moral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. And desire her to rise.

You may think, perchance, that I think you I'rs. I will, lady,

are in love : nay, by'r lady, I am not such a Hero. Aod bid her come hither.

fool to think what list: nor I list not to think Ure. Well.

[Exit Ursula. what I can ; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato were would think my heart ont of thinking, that you berler

are in love, or that you will be in love, or that Hro. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear you can be in love: yet Benedick was such this.

another, and now is he become a man: he Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I swore he would never marry; and yet now, in warrant, your cousin will say so.

despite of his heart, he eats his meat without Hera. 'My cousin's a fool, and thou art ano- grudging: and how you may be converted, I ther; I'll wear none but this.

know not; but methinks, you look with your Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, eyes as other women do. if the hair were a thought browner : and your Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? gown's a most rare fashion, i' faith. I saw the Marg. Not a false gallop. duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise so.

Re-enter Ursula. flero. O, that exceeds, they say. Marg. By my troch it's but a night-gown in

Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the respect of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all the lacert with silver; set with pearls, down-sleeves, gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to side-sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with church. a blueish tinsel : but for a fine, quaint, graceful, Hero, Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't.

good Ursula.

[Exeunt. Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my SCENE V. Another Room in Leonato's heart is exceeding heavy!

House. Marg. "Twill be heavier soon by the weight of

Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed ?

Leon. What would you with me, honek Marg: Of what, lady ? of speaking honour: neighbour ? abdy ? Is not marriage honourable in a beggar ? Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confiIs not your lord bonourable without marriage ? dence with you, that decerns you nearly.

think, you would have me say, saving your Lcon. Brief, pray you; for you see, 'tis a Prverence,-a husband ; an bad thinking do not busy time with me. wrest true speaking, I'll offend, nobody: Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.

Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. None, I think, an it be the right husband, and

Leon. What is it, my good friends? the right wife ; otherwise 'tis light, and not Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a littse heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she off the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits comes.

are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desirs Enter Beatrice.

they were ; but, in faith, honest as the skin hit Hero. Good morrow, coz.

tween his browa

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Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as Hero. None, my lord. any man living, that is an old man, and no ho Friar. Know you any, count? nester than I.

Leon. I dare make his answer, none. Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may peighbour Verges.

do! wbat men daily do not knowing wbat they Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

do! Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but Bene. How now! Interjections ? Why, then we are the poor duke's officers : but, truly, for some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, Claud. Stand thee by, friar :-Father, by you I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your leave! worship.

Will you with free and unconstrained soul Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha? Give me this maid, your daughter?

Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. than 'tis; for I hear as good exclamation on

Claud. And what have 1 to give you back, your worship, as of any man in the city; and whose worth though I be bat a poor man, lam glad to hear it. May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. Verg. And so am I.

D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. again.

Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, except Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thanking your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple

fulness. of as arrant knaves as any in Messina. There, Leonato, take her back again :

Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; Give not this rotten orange to your friend; as they say, When the age is in, the wit is ont ; She's but the sign and semblance of her honour. God help us! it is a world to see !-Well said, Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good 0, what authority, and show of truth man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride Can cunning siu cover itself withal ! behind :-An honest soul, i' faith, sir! by my Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, troth he is, as ever broke bread: but, God is to To witness simple virtue ? Would you not swear, be worshipped : All men are not alike ; alas! All you that see her, that she were a maid, good neighbour !

By these exterior shows 1-But she is none : "Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short she knows the heat of a luxurious bed: of you.

Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord ? Leon. I must leave you.

Claud.

Not to be married, Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton. indeed, comprehended two aspicious persons,

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof and we would have them this morning examined Haye vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, before your worship.

And made defeat of her virginity, Leon. Take their examination yourself, and Claud. I know what you would say ; If I have bring it me: I am now in great haste, as it may You'll say, "she did embrace me as a husband, appear unto you. Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

And so extenuate the 'forehand sin: Leon. Drink some wine ere you go; fare you No, Leonato, well.

I never ternpted her with word too large ;

But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Enter a Messenger.

Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? daughter to her husband.

Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

it : [Ereunt Leonato and Messenger. You seem to me as Dian in her orb: Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to But you are more intemperate in your blood the gaol'; we are now to examination these men. Than Venus or those pamper'd animals

That rage in savage sensuality. Verse: And we must do it wisely: Dogh. We will spare for no wit, I warrant Hero. "Is my lord well, thai he doth speak so you; here's that ( Touching his forehead.) shall wide ? drive some of them to a non com: only get the Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? learned writer to set down our excommunica-| D. Pedro.

What should I speak 1 tion, and meet me at the gaol. (Ereunt. 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 ACT IV.

dream?

D. John Sir, they are spoken, and these things SCENE 1. The Inside of a Church.

are true.

Bene. This looks not like a luptial. Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar,

Hero.

True, O God? Claudio, Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, $c.

Claud. Leonato, stand I here? Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to Is this the prince? is this the prince's brother? the plain form of marriage, and you shall re. Is this face Hero's ? Are our eyes our own? count their particular duties afterwards. Leon. All this is so ; But what of this, my lord 3

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry Claud. Let me but move one question to your this lady?

daughter; Claud. No.

And, by that fatherly and kindly power Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come That you have in her, bid ber answer truly. to marry her.

Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married Hero. O God, defend me! how am I beset to this count?

What kind of catechizing call you this? Hero. I do.

Claud. To make

you answer truly to your nama Friar. If either of you know any inward im Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can bloi that nana pediment why you should not be conjoined. I With any just reproach? charge you, on your souls, to utter it.

Claud

Marry, that can Hero; Claud. Know you any, Hero ?

Hero itself can blot ont Hero's virtue.

none :

What man was he talk'd

with yoq yesternight | Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? made, Now, if you are a maid, answer to this Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Would the two princes lie 1 and Claudio lie? lord.

Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.-- Wash'd it with tears 1 Hence from her; let her

die.
I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour, Forishave only

been silent so long,

Friar.
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count,
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, And given way unto this course of fortune,
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; By noting of the lady: 1 have mark'd
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, A thousand blushing apparitions start
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
A thousand times in secret.

In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
D. John.

Fie, fiel they are And in her eye there hath appeared a fire, Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; To burn the errors that these princes hold There is not chastity enough in language, Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool; Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty Trust not my reading, nor my observations, lady,

Which with experimental seal doth warrant
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. The tenour of my book; trust not my age,

Claud. o Hero 1 what a Hero hadst thou been, My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If half thy outward graces had been placed If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
About thi thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! Under some biting error.
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! fare Leon.

Friar, it cannot be: well,

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity ! Is, that she will not add to her damnation
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, A sin of perjury; she not denies it;
And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harn, That which appears in proper nakedness ?
And never shall it more be gracious.

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of 1 Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know me ?

[Hero swoons.
Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink If I know more of any man alive,
you down?

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come Let all my sins lack mercy !-0 my father, thus to light,

Prove you that any man with me convers'd Smother her spirits up.

At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight [Eresni Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. Maintain'd the change of words with any crea. Bene How doth the lady?

ture, Bent.

Dead, I think ;-help, uncle ;-Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Hero! why, Hero LmUncle I-Signior Benedick! Friar. There is some strange misprision in the --friar?

princes. Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Bene. Two of them have the very bent of ho Death is the fairest cover for her shame,

nour;
That may be wish'd for.

And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
Bent.

How now, cousin Hero. The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Friar. Have comfort, lady.

Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.
Leon. Dost thou look up?

Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of
Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not? her,
Leon. Wherefore ? Why, doth not every earthly These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her
thing

honour,
Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
The story that is printed in her blood ? Time hath not yet so driec! this blood of mine,
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: Nor age so eat up my invention,
For did I think thou would'st not quickly die, Nor fortune made such havock of my means,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
shames,

But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ? Ability in means, and choice of friends,
Chid 1 for that at frugal nature's frame? To quit me of them thoroughly.
0. one too much by thee! Why had I one? Friar.

Pause a while,
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Why had I not, with charitable hand,

Your daughter here the princes left for dead;
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;

Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Who smirchd thus, and mired with infamy, And publish it, that she is dead indeed :
I might have said, No part of it is mine, Maintain a mourning ostentation;
This shame derives itself from unknown loins? And on your family's old monument
Bat mine, and mine 1 Jov'd, and mine I prais’d, Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, That appertain unto a burial.
That I myself was to myself not mine,

Leon. What shall become of this? What will
Valaing of her: why, she–0, she is fallen

this do? Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea

Friar. Marry, this well carried, shall on her Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;

behalf And salt too little, which may season give Change slander to remorse; that is some good : To her foul tainted flesh!

But not for that, dream I on this strange course,
Bene.

Şir, sir, be patient; But on this travail look for greater birth.
For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,
1 know not what to say.

Upon the instant that she was accus'd,
Beal O, on my soul, my cousin is belied ! Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,
Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Of every hearer: For it so falls out,
Bent. No, truly not: although, until last night That what we have we prize not to the worthy
I bave this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,

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Why, then we rack the value; then we find Bene. Beatrice,
The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. In faith, I will go.
Whiles it was ours : -So will it fare with Claudio: Bene. We'll be friends first.
When he shall hear she died upon his words, Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

fight with mine enemy. Into his study of imagination;

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? And every lovely organ of her life

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vil Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, lain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured More moving-delicate, and full of life, my kinswoman 2-0, that I were a man !-What! Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

bear her in hand until they come to take hands; Than when she liv'd indeed :-hen shall be and then with public accusation, uncovered mourn,

slander unmitigated rancour,-0 God, that I (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

were a man! I would eat his heart in the market And wish he had not so accus'd her;

place. No, though he thought his accusation true. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window Will fashion the event in better shape

proper saying! Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ; But if all aim but this be levell’d false,

Beat. Sweet Hero !-She is wronged, she is The supposition of the lady's death

slandered, she is undone. Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

Bene. BeatAnd, if it sort not well, you may conceal her Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely (As best befits her wounded reputation) testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gal. In some reclusive and religious life,

lant, surely! that I were a man for his sake! Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injnries. or that I had any friend would be a man for my

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, And though, you know, my inwardness and love valour into compliment, and men are only turned Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and As secretly, and justly, as your soul

swears it :- I cannot be a man with wishing, Should with your body:

therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Leon.

Being that I flow in grief, Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand, I The smallest twine may lead me.

love thee. Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; Beat. Use it for my love some other way than For to strange sores strangely they 'strain the swearing by it. cure.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, hath wronged Hero? Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, Beal. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a and endure.

soul. (Ereunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : while ?

By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. account: As you hear of me, so think of me. Bene. I will not desire thai.

Go, comfort your cousin; I must say, she is Beal. You have no reason, I do it freely. dead; and so, farewell.

Exeunt. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is

SCENE II. A Prison. wrong'd. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns ; me, that would right her!

and the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio. Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship?

Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton. Bene. May a man do it?

Serion. Which be the maletactors ? Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhi. you? Is not that strange?

bition to examine. Beal. As strange as the thing I know not: It Sexton. But which are the offenders that are were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing to be examined 7 let them come before master so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I constable. lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.-I am sorry for my cousin.

What is your name, friend ?
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thon lovest me. Bora Borachio.
Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.--Yours,
Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me ; and sirrah?
I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you. Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is
Beat. Will you not eat your word?

Conrade. Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: Dogb. Write down-master gentleman ConI protest, I love thee.

rade. - Masters, do you serve God ? Beat. Why then, God forgive me!

Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope. Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice?

Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I God :--and write God first; for God defend but was about to protest, I loved you.

God should go before such villains -Masters, it Bene. And do it with all thy heart.

is proved already that you are little better than Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, false knaves; and it will go near to be thought that none is left to protest.

so shortly. How answer you for yourselves Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Beat ķill Claudio.

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.

but I will go about with him.-Come yon híther, Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

is thought you are false knaves.' Beat. I am gone, though I am here :-There is Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. no love in you :-Nay, I pray yon, let me go. Dogb. Well, stand aside.---'Fore God, they are

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differ.

both in a tale: Have you writ down-that they In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: are none ?

If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard : Serton. Master constable, you go not the way Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should to examine; you must call forth the watch that groan; are their accusers.

Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :

drunk Let the watch come forth :-Masters, I charge With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. And I of him will gather patience. '1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, But there is no such man: For, brother, men the prince's brother, was a villain.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Dogo. Write down-prince John a villain :- Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Why, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's bro. Their connsel turns to passion, which before thervillain.

Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Bora. Master constable,

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Dogb. 'Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like Charm ache with air, and agony with words: thy look, I promise thee.

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience SertonWhat heard you him say else? To those that wring under the load of sorrow : 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou- But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady To be so moral, when he shall Hero wrongfully.

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. My griefs cry louder than advertisement. Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Serton. What else, fellow? 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the blood; whole assembly, and not marry her.

For there was never yet philosopher, Dogb. O villain! thou will be condemned That could endure the tooth-ache patiently; into everlasting redemption for this.

However they have writ the style of gods, Serton. What else ?

And made a push at chance and sufferance. 2 Watch. This is all ?

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; Serton. And this is more, masters, than you Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly Leon. There thou speak'st reason : nay, I stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, will do so; in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of My soul doth tell me Hero is belied, this suddenly died.-Master constable, let these and that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I And all of them, that thus dishonour her. will go before, and show him their examination.

(Exit.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio Verg. Let them be in the bands

hastily. Con. Off, coxcomb !

D. Pedro. Good den, good den. Dogb. God's my life! Where's the sexton ? Claud.

Good day to both of you. let him write down-the prince's officer, cox- Leon. Hear you, my lords,comb.--Come, bind them :

-Thou naughty D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. yarlet !

Leon. Some haste, my lord l-well, fare you Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass.

well, my lord :Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place ? Dost Are you so hasty now ?-well, all is one. thou not suspect my years ?-0 that he were D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good: here to write me down-an ass ;-but, masters,

old man. remember, that I am an ass; though it be not

Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling, written down, yet forget not that I am an ass : Some of us would lie low. -No, hou villain, thon art full of piety, as shall

Claud.

Who wrongs him ? be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dis wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer ; sembler, thou :and, which is more, a householder; and, which Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in I fear thee not. Messina, and one that knows the law, go to : Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow If it should give your age such cause of fear. that hath had losses ; and one that hath two In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. gowns, and every thing handsome about him: Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at -Bring him away. O, that I had been writ me: down-an ass.

(E.ceunt. I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

As, under privilege of age, to brag

What I have done, being young, or what would ACT Y.

do, SCENE I. Before Leonato's House.

Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head,

Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and Enter Leonato and Antonio.

me, Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself. That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; And 'uis not wisdom, thus to second grief And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, Against yourself.

Do challenge thee to trial of a man. 1 pray thee, cease thy counsel, I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; Which falls into mine ears as profitless Thy slander hath gone through and through her As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;

heart, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

And she lies buried with her ancestors :
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Or in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany.
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Claud. My villany!
And bid him speak of patience;

Leon.

Thine, Claudio ; thine, I say. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. And let it answer every strain for strain; Leon.

My lord, my lord, As dus for thus, and such a grief for such, I'll prove it on his body, if he dare ;

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