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an there be any matter of weight chances, call up what he saw oter-night, and send her home again me : keep your fellows' counsels and your own, and without a husband. good night.—Come, neighbour.

I Watch. We charge you in the prince's name, 2 Wach. Well, masters, we hear our charge: let stand. us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, and 2 Watch. Call up the right master Constable : then all to-bed.

we have here recovered the most dangerous piece Dogh. One word more, honest neighbours: 1 of lechery that ever was known in the commonpray you, watch about signior Leonato's door ; for wealth. the wedding being there to-morrow, there is a I Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I great coil to night; Adieu, be vigitant, I beseech know him, he wears a lock.

1 you.

(Ereunt Dogberry and Verges. Con. Masters, masters. Enter Borachio and Conrade.

2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth,

I warrant you. Bora. What ! Conrade,

Con. Masters, Watch. Peace, stir not.

[ Aside. 1 Watch, Never speak; we charge you, let us Bora, Conrade, I say !

obey you to go with us. Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

Bora. We are likely to prove a goodly commoBora. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought, dity, being taken up of these men's bills. there would a scab follow.

Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and Come, we'll obey you. now forward with thy tale. Bora. Stand thee close then under this pent

SCENE IV-A Room in Leonato's House. house, for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. drunkard, utter all to thee. Watch. [aside.) Some treason, masters; yet and desire her to rise.

Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, stand close.

Urs. I will, lady. Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don

Hero. And bid her come hither. John a thousand ducats.

Urs. Well

[Exit Ursula. Con. Is it possible that any villainy should be so dear?

Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato were

better. Borå. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were possible any villains should be so rich; for when rich

Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. Villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may warrant, your cousin will say so.

Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I make what price they will.

Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; Con. I wonder at it.

I'll wear none but this. Bora. That shows, thou art unconfirmed : Thou Inowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or the hair were a thought browner: and your gown's

Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if a cloak, is nothing to a man.

a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of Con. Yes, it is apparel, Bora. I mean, the fashion,

Milan's gown, that they praise so.

Hero. O, that exceeds, they say. Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion, Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the respect of your's : Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced

Marg. By my troth it's but a night gown in fool. But see'st

thou not what a deformed thief with silver ; set with pearls, down sleeves, sidethis fashion is? Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a tinsel :' but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excel

sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blueish vile thief this seven year; he goes up and down lent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. like a gentleman : I remember his name.

Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody?

is exceeding heavy! Con. No; 'twas the yane on the house.

Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a Bora. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed

man. thief this fashion is? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods, between fourteen, and five and

Hero. Fye upon thee! art not ashamed ? thirty ? sometime, fashioning them like Pharaoh's Is not marriage 'honourable in a beggar? Is not

Marg. Of what, lady ? of speaking honourably? soldiers in the reechy painting, sometime, like god your lord honourable without marriage! I think, Bel's priests in the old church window, sometime, you would have me say, saving your reserence, like the shaven Hercules in the smirched worm-la husband : an bad

thinking do not wrest true speak. eaten tapestry, where his cod-piece seems as massy ing, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm inas his club?

the heavier for a husband ? None, I think, an it be Con. All this. I see; and see, that the fashion the right husband, and the right wife; otherwise Fears out more apparel than the man: But art not 'tis light, and not heavy : Ask my lady Beatrice hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the else, here she comes. fashion ?

Enter Beatrice. Bora. Not so neither : but know, that I have to- Hero. Good morrow, coz. night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentle. Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero. woman, by the name of Hero; she leans me out at

Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick hex mistress' chamber window, bids me a thousand tune? times good night, I tell this tale vilely :- I should Beat, I am out of all other tune, methinks. first tell thee, how the Prince, Claudio, and my Marg. Clap us into-Light o love ; that goes master, planted, and placed, and possessed by my without a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this Beat, Yea, Light of love, with your heels then amiable encounter.

if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? shall lack no barns.

Bora, Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio; Marg. O illegitimate construction ! I scorn that but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; with my heels. and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill:but chiefly by my villainy, which did confirm any hey ho! sland at Don John had mad away went Clau- Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husba dio enraged; swore he would meet her as he was Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's before the wbole congregation, shame her with no more sailing by the star..]

Beat. What means the fool, trow?

God help us ! it is a world to see !_Well said, Marg. Nothing 1; but God send every one their i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good heart's desire !

man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are behind :--An honest soul, l'faith, sir ; by my troth an excellent perfume.

he is, as ever broke bread: but God 'is to be wor. Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. shipped : All men are not alike; alas, good neigh;

Marg. A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly catch. bour! ing of cold.

Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of Beat. 0, God help me! God help me ! how long you. have you profess'd apprehension ?

Dogb. Gifts, that God gives. Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit Leon. I must leave you. become me rarely ?

Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, in: Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it deed, comprehended two auspicious persons, and we in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.

would have them this morning examined before Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus your worship, Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring thing for a qualm.

it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. unto you.

Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have Dogb. It shall be suffigance. some moral in this Benedictus.

Leon. Drink some wine ere you go; fare you well. Marg. Moral ? no, by my troth, I have no moral

Enter a Messenger. meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love : Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what daughter to her husband. I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, in- Leon, I will wait upon them; I am ready. deed, I cannot think, if I would think ray heart

[Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhom to the Benedick was such another, and now is he become gaol: we are now to examination these men. a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet Verg. And we must do it wisely. now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat with- Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; out grudging : and how you may be converted, I here's that (touching his forehead.) shall drive some know not ; but, methinks, you look with your eyes of them to a non com : only get the learned writer as other women do.

to set down our excommunication, and meet me Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? at the gaol.

[Exeunt. Marg. Not a false gallop. Re-enter Ursula.

ACT IV. Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signtor Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants

SCENE I.-The Inside of a Church. of the town, are come to fetch you to church. Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Clau

Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, dio, Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, dhe good Ursula.

[Ereunt.

Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief ; only to the SCENE V. Another Room in Leonato's House. plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their

particular duties afterwards. Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges.

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this Leon. What would you with me, honest neigh-lady? bour ?

Claud. No. Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence Leon. To be married to ber, friar; you come t

to with you, that decerns you nearly.

marry her. Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to time with me.

this count? Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.

Hero. I do. Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir.

Friar. If either of you know any inward impediLeon. What is it, my good friends ?

ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off you, on your souls, to utter it. the matter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not Claud. Know you any, Hero? so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; Hero. None, my lord. but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows. Friar. Know you any, count?

Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any Leon. I dare make his answer, none. man living, that is an old man, and no honester Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! than I.

what men daily do! not knowing what they do! Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neigh- Bene. How now ! Interjections ? Why, then some bour Verges.

be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

Claud. Stand thee by, friar :-Father, by your Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we Will you with

free and unconstrained soul (leave; are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine Give me this maid, your daughter ? own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. Claud. And what have I to give you back, wbose Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha!

worth Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? than 'tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. worship, as of any man in the city; and though I Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank. be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

There, Leonato, take her back again; [fulness. ** Verg. Ånd so am I..

Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :

Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting Behold, how like a maid she hlushes here: your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as o, what authority and show of truth arrant knaves as any in Messina. "

Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear) All you that see her, that she were a maid,

D. John. Come, let us go : these things, come By these exterior shows ? But she is none : Smother her spirits up.

[thus to light, She knows the heat of a luxurious bed :

[Breunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Bene. How doth the lady? Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?

Beat.

Dead, I think ;Claud.

Not to be married, Hero! why, Hero !--Uncler-signior Benedick: Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

friar ! Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Death is the fairest cover for her shame, And made defeat of her virginity,

That may be wish'd for. Claud. I know what you would say ; If I have Beat.

How now, cousin Hero? known her,

Friar. Have comfort, lady. You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband,

Leon.

Dost thou look up ? And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:

Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not? No, Leonato,

Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly I never tempted her with word too large ;

thing But, as a brother to his sister, show'd

Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

The story that is printed in her blood ? Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes : Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against Por did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

[it: Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;

shames, But you are more intemperate in your blood Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals

Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ? That rage in savage sensuality.

Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?
Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide ?0, one too much by thee! Why had I one ?
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you ? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
D. Pedro.

What should I speak? Why had I not with charitable hand,
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;
To link my dear friend to a common stale. Who smirched

thus, and mired with infamy, Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but I might have said, No part of it is mine, dream?

[are true. This shame derives itself from unknown loins ! D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, Hero. True, O God! That I myself was to myself

not mine, Claud. Leonato, stand I here?

Valuing of her; why, she-O, she is fallen
Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own ? Hath drops too few to wash her clean again ;
Leon. All this is so; But what of this, my lord ? And salt too little, which may season give
Claud. Let me but move one question to your To her foul tainted flesh!
daughter;

Bene.

Sir, sir, be patient : And by that fatherly and kindly power

For my part I am so attir'd in wonder,
That you have in her, bid her answer truly. I know not what to say.

Leone I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Boat. 0, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset!

Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? What kind of catechising call you this?

Beat. No, truly not; although, until last night Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.

Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger With any just reproach ?

made, Claud.

Marry, that can Hero; Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? Wash'd it with tears ? Hence from her; let her die. Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

Friar, Hear me a little ;
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. For I have only been silent so long,
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.- And given way unto this course of fortune,
Leonato,

By noting of the lady; I have mark'd
I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour, A thousand blushing apparitions start
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, To burn the errors that these princes hold
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool;
A thousand times in secret.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, D. John.

Fye, fye! they are

Which with experimental seal doth warrant Not to be nam'd my lord, not to be spoke of; The tenour of my book; trust not my age, There is not chastity enough in language,

My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
Without offence, to utter them : Thus, pretty lady, If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. Under some biting error.
Claud. o Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Leon.

Friar, it cannot be :
If half thy outward graces had been placed Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left,
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! Is, that she will not add to her damnation
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair ! farewell, A sin of perjury; she not denies it:
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, That which appears in proper nakedness? And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,

Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know And never shall it more be gracious.

none: Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? If I know more of any man alive,

(Hero smoons. Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Let all my sins lack mercy Omy father,

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Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Maintain'd the change of words with any ereature, while ? Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.

Beat. Yea, and I will weep awhile longer. Friar. There is some strange misprision in the Bene. I will not desire that. princes.

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is And if their wisdoms be misled in this,

wrong'd. The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserse of Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.

me that would right her! Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her, Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. honour,

Bene. May a man do it? The proudest of them shall well hear of it.

Beat. It is a man's office, but not your's. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as Nor age so eat up my invention,

you; Is not that strange? Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not; Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,

I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :- I am Ability in means, and choice of friends,

sorry for my cousin. To quit me of them thoroughly.

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Friar.

Pause a while,

Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. And let my counsel sway you in this case.

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and Your daughter here the princes left for dead; I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you." Let her awhile be secretly kept in,

Beat. Will you not eat your word? And publish it that she is dead indeed :

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: Maintain a mourning ostentation ;

I protest, I love thee. And on your family's old monument

Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? That appertain unto à burial.

Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was Leon. What shall become of this ? What will about to protest I loved you. this do?

Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that behalf

none is left to protest. Change slander to remorse; that is some good : Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. But not for that, dream I on this strange course,

Beat. Kill Claudio. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world. She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

Bene, Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,

Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;-There is Of every hearer : For it so falls out,

no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go
That what we have we prize not to the worth, Bene. Beatrice,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Beat. In faith, I will go.
Why, then we rack the value, then we find

Bene. We'll be friends first.
The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than
Whiles it was ours: So will it fare with Claudio: fight with mine enemy.
When he shall hear she died upon his words,

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a silInto his study of imagination;

lain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my And every lovely organ of her life

kinswoman ?-0, that I were a man LWhat! Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, bear her in hand until they come to take hands; More moving.delicate, and full of life,

and then with public accusation, uncovered slander, Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

unmitigated rancour, God, that I were a man! Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he mourn, I would eat his heart in the market-place. (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ; And wish he had not so accused her ;

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window-a No, though he thought his accusation true. proper saying. Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ; Will fashion the event in better shape

Beat. Sweet Hero !she is wronged, she is slanThan I can lay it down in likelihood.

dered, she is undone. But if all aim but this be leveli'd false,

Bene. BeatThe supposition of the lady's death

Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her surely ! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I (As best befits her wounded reputation)

had any friend would be a man for my sake! But In some reclusive and religious life,

manhood is melted into courtesies, valour inte comOut of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. pliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : trim ones too : he is now as valiant as Hercules, And though, you know, my inwardness and love that only tells a lie, and swears it :-) cannot be a Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman se Yet, by mine honour I will deal in this

with grieving. As secretly, and justly as your soul

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I Should with your body.

love thee. Leon.

Being that I flow in grief, Beat. Use it for my love some other way than 16 The smallest twine may lead me.

swearing by it. Friar, "Tis well consented; presently away; Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio For to strange sores strangely they strain the hath wronged Hero ? cure.

Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day,

Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : By endure.

this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: (Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort

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write me down—an ass ! but, masters, remember, ZoiseSo SCENE II.-A Prison.

that I am an ass; though it be not written down, Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns; and yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou sillain, the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio.

thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee

by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared i more, an officer; and, which is more, a housholder Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton ! and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any Serton. Which be the malefactors ?

is in Messina ; and one that knows the law, go to Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and to examine.

every thing handsome about him - Bring him ** Serton. But which are the offenders that are to be away. O, that I had been writ down-an ass! examined ? let them come before master constable. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.Whai is your name, friend Bora. Borachio.

ACT V. a Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio. -_-Yours, sirrah?

SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House." Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Con

Enter Leonato and Antonio. rade.

Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; -Masters, do you serve God?

And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

Against yourself. Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve

Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, God-and write God first; for God defend but Which falls into mine ears as profitless God should go before such villains -Masters, it is As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ; proved already that you are little better than false Nor let no comforter delight mine eat, Inaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. How answer you for yourselves ?

Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ; And bid him speak of patience ; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, sirrah ; a word in your ear, sir ; I say to you, it is And

let it answer every strain for strain ; thonght yoð are false knaves.

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Dogb. Welt, stand aside. Fore God, they are If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard : both in a tale: Have you writ down-that they are Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should none ?

groan; *Sextor. Master constable, you go not the way to Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk examine; you must call forth the watch that are With candle-wasters ; bring him yet to me, their accusers.

And I of him will gather patience. ? Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :-Let the But there is no such man: For, brother, men watch come forth-Masters, I charge you, in the Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief prince's name, accuse these men.

Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the Their counsel turns to passion, which before prince's brother, was a villain.

Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :- Why Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother-vil- Charm ach with air, and agony with words: lain.

No, no ;. 'tis all men's office to speak patience Bora. Master constable,

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, loot, I promise thee. }

To be so moral, when he shall endure Sexton. What heard you him say else?

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : 2 Watch, Marry, that he had received a thousand My griefs cry louder than advertisement. [Differ, ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero Ant. Therein do men from children nothing wrongfully.

Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. For there was never yet philosopher, (blood; Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; Serton. What else, fellow?

However they have writ the style of gods, 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon And made a pish at chance and sufferance. his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assem- Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; bly, and not marry her.

Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Leon. There thou speak'st reason. nay, I will do everlasting redemption for this.

My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ; [so: Serton. What else?

And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, : 9 Watch. This is all.

And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Serton. And this is more, masters, than you can

Enter Don Pedro wind Claudio. deny. Ponce John is this morning secretly stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily, manner refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly D. Pedro. Good den, good den. died Master constable, let these men be bound, Claud.

Good day to both of you. and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, and Leon. Hear you, my lords, show him their examination.

[Exit. D. Pedro.

We have some haste, Leonato. Dogt. Come, let them be opinioned,

Leon. Some haste, my lord !--well, fare you well, Yerg. Let them be in band.

my lord ** Con. Off, concomb!! ***

Are you so hasty now? Well, all is one. (man. Dogt. God's my life where's the sexton ? let D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Come, bind them fhou naughty varlet ! Some of us would lie low. Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass... Claud, to

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