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Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your Sexton.

worship; which, I beseech your worship, to Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his correct yourself, for the example of others. That wben I note another man like him, [eyes ;

God keep your worship; I wish your worship I may avoid him: Which of these is he? well; God restore you to health: I humbly give Bora. If you would know your wronger look you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting on me.

may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, neighLeon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath bour. hast kill'd

(Exeunt DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Watch. Mine innocent child?

Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, fareBora. Yea, even I alone.

(self ;

well. Leon. No, not so, villain ; thou beli'st" thy

Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you Here stand a pair of honourable men,

to-morrow, A third is filed, that had a hand in it:

D. Pedro. We will not fail. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;

Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. Record it with your high and worthy deeds; I

(Exeunt Don PEDRO and Claudio.

Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,

with Margaret, Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge your

vour: How her acquaintance grew with this lewd* self;

fellow.

[Exeunt. Impose* me to what penance your invention

SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden.
Can lay upon my sin : yet sinna I not,
But in mistaking.

Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.
D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,

Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, I would bend under any heavy weight

deserve well at my hands, by helping me to That he'll enjoin me to.

the speech of Beatrice.

| Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, That were impossible; but, I pray you both,

praise of my beauty?

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no Possesst the people in Messina here How innocent she died: and, if your love

man living shall come over it ; for, in most Can labour aught in sad invention,

comely truth, thou deservest it. Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,

Marg. To have no man come over me? why, And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :

shall I always keep below stairs ? To-morrow morning come you to my house;

Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's

mouth, it catches. And since you could not be my son-in-law, Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daugh

Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's Almost the copy of my child that's dead, [ter,

| foils, which hit, but hurt not. And she alone is heir to both of us;

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will Give her the right you should have given her

not hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call And so dies my revenge.

| Beatrice : I give thee thee the bucklers. . .

[cousin, Claud. O, noble Sir,

Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers

of our own. Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! I do embrace your offer; and dispose

Bene, If you use them, Margaret, you must For henceforth of poor Claudio.

put in the pikes with a vice; and they are danLeon. To-morrow then I will expect your

gerous weapons for maids.

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, coming ; To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man

I think, hath legs. (Exit MARGARET. , Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,

Bene. And therefore will come. Who, I believe, was pack'at in all this wrong,

The god of love,

[Singing. 1 Hir'd to it by your brother.

That sits above,
Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; (me; And knows me, and knows me,
Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to

How pitiful I deserve,
But always hath been just and virtuous,
In any thing that I do know by her.

I mean, in singing; but in loving,-Leander Dogb. Moreover, Sir, (which, indeed, is not the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer under white and black.) This plaintiff here, the of pandars, and a whole book full of these offender, did call me ass: I beseech you. let it quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet be remembered in his punishment. And also. run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, the watch heard them fall of one Deformed. why, they were never so truly turned over and they say, he wenn keyin bieber and look over as my poor self, in love : Marry, I cannot nanging by it; and borrows money in God's show it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out name; the which he hath used so long, and

and no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme ; never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted,

ed for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for school, fool, and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray

a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, you, examine him upon that point.

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.

cannot woo in festival terms.t Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most

Enter BEATRICE. thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.

Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I Leon. There's for thy paing.

called thee? Dogb. God save the foundation !

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, me. and I thank thee.

Bene. O, stay but till then ! * Command Aconaint combined

Holiday phrases

* Tonorant

Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now.-1 So the life, that died with shame, and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came Lives in death with glorious fame. for, which is, with knowing what hath passed

Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing it. between you and Claudio. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will

Praising her when I am dumb. kiss thee.

Now, music, sound, and sing your solema · Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul

hymn.

Song. wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Pardon, goddess of the night, Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his

Those that slew thy virgin knighi, right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must

For the which, with songs of ro, tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes* my chal

Round about her tomb they go. lenge; and either I must shortly hear from him,

Midnight, assist our moan; or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray

Help us to sigh and groan, thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts

Heavily, heavily : didst thou first fall in love with me?

Graves, yaun, and yield your dead, Beat. For them all together; which main

Till death be uttered, tained so politic a state of evil, that they will

Heavily, heavily. not admit any good part to intermingle with Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! them. But for which of my good parts did

Yearly will I do this rite. you first suffer love for me?

D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your Bene. Suffer love ; a good epithet! I do suffer

torches out: love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. The wolves bave prey'd ; and look, the

Beat. In spite of your heart, I think ; alas !! gentle day, poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about spite it for yours; for I will never love that Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: which my friend hates.

| Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace- Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his seably.

veral way. Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's 1 D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on not one wise man among twenty that will praise

other weeds ; himself.

And then to Leonato's we will go. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man

speeds. do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he Than this, for whom we render'd up this wo! dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than

(Eseuns. the bell rings, and the widow weeps.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. Beat. And how long is that, think you?

Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEABene. Question ?- Why, an hour in clamour,

TRICE, URSULA, FRIAR, and HERO. nd a quarter in rheum;.. Therelore it is most Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? expedient for the wise, (if Don Worm his con- Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who science, find no impediment to the contrary,) |

accus'd her, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am Upon the error that you heard debated: to myself: So much for praising myself, who, But Margaret was in some fault for this: I myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy,) | Although against her will, as it appears and now tell me, How doth your cousin ?

In the true course of all the question. Beat. Very ill.

Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so Bene. And how do you.

well. Beat. Very ill too.

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen Enter URSULA.

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; (all, Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle :

And, when I send for you, come hither maska: yonder's old coilt at home: it is proved, my

The prince and Claudio promisd by this hour

To visit me :-You know your office, brother; lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince

You must be father to your brother's daughter, and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone : will

And give her to young Claudio. you come presently?

(E.reunt Ladies. Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior?

Anl. Which I will do with confirm'd counBene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap,

tenance.

Bene. Friar. I must entreat your pains, I think. and be buried in thy eyes : and, moreover, I

Friar. To do what, signior? will go with thee to thy uncle's. (Ereunt.

nl. l Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.SCENE III.-The inside of a Church. Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO,& ATTENDANTS. / Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. with Music and Tapers.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato?

most true.

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite Atten. It is, my lord.

her. Claud. (Reads from a scroll.]

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had Done to death by slanderous tongues

from me,

will? Was the Hero that here lies :

From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your Death, the guerdont of her wrongs

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical : Gives her fame which never dies : But, for my will, my will is, your good will * Is subject 1o. Stis. Reward. May stand with ours, this day to be conjund In the estate of honourable marriage;

Bene. No, no more than reason. In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Beal. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Leon. My heart is with your liking.

Ursula, Friar. And my help.

Are much deceiv'd; for they did sware you did. Here comes the prince and Claudio.

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attend.

for me. D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

Beat. They swore that you were well nigh

dead for me. Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow,

Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do Claudio;

not love me? We here attend you; are you get determind

Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense, To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.

Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the I

gentleman. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar

Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves ready.

(Erit ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why,

: For here's a paper, written in his hand, (her;

A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, what's the matter,

Fashion'd to Beatrice. That you have such a February face,

Hero. And here's another, (pocket, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage

Containing her affection unto Benedick. bull:

180. Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with

against our hearts !-Come, I will have thee; And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

but, by this light, I take thee for pity. As once Europa did at lusty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love.

1 Beat. I would not deny you ; but, by this Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low; 1

: good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, And some such strange bull leap'd your father's

partly, to save your life, for I was told you

were in a consumption. And got a calf in that same noble feat, cow,

| Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

[Kissing her. Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the Claud. For this I owe you: here comes other married man: reckonings.

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Dos

| Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epiClaud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me

gram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, see your face.

he shall wear nothing handsome about him; Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take

In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will her hand

think nothing to any purpose that the world Before this friar, and gwear to marry her.

can say against it; and therefore never flout at Claud. Give me your hand before this holy

me for what I have said against it; for man is I am your husband, if you like of me. [friar;

a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.-For Hero. And when I liv'd. I was your other thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten wife:

[Unmasking.

thee; but in that* thou art like to be my kins. And when you lov'd, you were my other hus

man, live unbruised, and love my cousin. band.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have Claud. Another Hers?

denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled Hero. Nothing certainer:

thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,

dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if And, surely as I live, I am a maid.

my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to

thee. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is the

Bene. Come, come, we are friends :- let's Leon. She died. my lord. but whiles her have a dance ere we are married, that we may slander lived.

lighten our own hearts and our wives’ heels, Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;

Leon. We'll have dancing afterward. When, after that the holy rites are ended,

Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:

music, Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,

Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee And to the chapel let us presently.

a wife: there is no staff more reverend than Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Bea-one tipped with horn. trice?

Enter a MESSENGER. Beat. I answer to that name; (Unmasking.] Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in What is your will?

flight, Bene. Do not you love me?

And brought with armed men back to Messina. Beat. No, no more than reason.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow, I'll Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike and Claudio, up, pipers.

[Dance. Have been deceived; for they swore you did.

[Excunt. Beal. Do not you love me?

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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

TAESEUS, Duke of Athens.

| OBERON, King of the Fairies. EGEUS, Father to Hermia.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies. LYSANDER,) in love with Hermia.

Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a Fairy. DEMETRIUS, S

PEASBLOSSOM, PAILOSTRATE,Master of the Revels to Theseus. COBWEB,

Fairies. QUINCE, the Carpenter.

Моти, Snog, the Joiner.

MUSTARDSEED, BOTTOM, the Weaver.

PYRAMUS, FLUTE, The Bellows-mender.

THISBE, | Characters in the Interlude, SNOUT, the Tinker.

WALL,

I performed by the Clowns. STARVELING, the Tailor.

MOONSHINE, HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. HERMIA, Daughter to Egeus, in love with

thi Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. Lysander. Helena, in love with Demetrius.

| SCENE, Athens, and a Wood not far from it.

Lion,

ACT І.

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her

rhymes, SCENE 1.-Athens.-A Room in the Palace

And interchang'd love-tokens with my child: of Theseus.

Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, Enter TAESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PAILOSTRATE, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; and Attendants.

And stol'n the impression of her fantasy The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds,* conDraws on apace; four happy days bring in

ceits,

(gers Another moon: but, oh, methinks, how slow Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats; messenThis old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires, Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's Long withering out a young man's revenue.

heart; Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, in nights;

To stubborn harshness :- And, my gracious Four nights will quickly dream away the time;

duke, And then the moon, like to a silver bow Be it so she will not here before your grace New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Consent to marry with Demetrius, Of our solemnities.

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens ; The. Go, Philostrate,

As she is mine, I may dispose of her: Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Which shall be either to this gentleman, Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Or to her death; according to our law, Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Immediately provided in that case. The pale companion is not for our pomp. The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair (Exit PAILOSTRATE.

maid: Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, To you your father should be as a god; And won thy love, doing thee injuries; One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one But I will wed thee in another key,

To whom you are but as a form in wax, With pomp, with triumph,* and with revelling. By him imprinted, and within his power Enter EgEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and

To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
DEMETRIUS.

| Her. So is Lysander. Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!! The. In himself he is: The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, with thee?

The other must be held the worthier. Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Her. I would my father look'd but with my Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

eyes. Stand forth, Demetrius ;-My noble lord, The. Rather your eyes must with his judgeThis man hath my consent to marry her:

ment look. Stand forth Lysander ;-and, my gracious! Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. duke,

| I know not by what power I am made bold; This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : Nor how it may concern my modesty * Shows

* Baubles.

In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : 1 Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could But I beseech your grace that I may know

well The worst that may befall me in this case, Beteem them* from the tempest of mine eyes. If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Could ever hear by tale or history, For ever the society of men.

The course of true love never did run smooth: Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, But, either it was different in blood; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Her. O cross! too high to be enthrallid to Whether, if you yield not to your father's

low! You can endure the livery of a nun; (choice, Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ; For aye* to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Her. Ospite ! too old to be engag'd to young! To live a barren sister all your life,

Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

friends : Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Her. O hell ! to choose love by another's eye? To undergo such maiden pilgrimage:

Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Than that, which withering on the virgin thorn, Making it momentanyt as a sound, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Brief as the lightning in the colliedt night, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke

earth, My soul consents not to give sovereignty. And ere a man hath power to say,Behold! The. Take time to pause : and by the next | The jaws of darkness do devour it up: new moon,

So quick bright things come to confusion. (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Her. Ifthen true lovers have been ever crossid, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)

It stands as an edict in destiny: Upon that day either prepare to die,

Then let us teach our trial patience, For disobedience to your father's will; Because it is a customary cross ; [sighs, Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would : As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and Or on Diana's altar to protest,

Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's& followers. For aye, austerity and single life.

Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysan

Hermia.. der, yield

I have a widow aunt, a dowager Thy crazed title to my certain right.

of great revenue, and she hath no child: Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; | From Athens is her house remote seven Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him.

leagues; Ege. Scornful Lysander? true, he hath my And she respects me as her only son. love;

| There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; And what is mine my love shall render him; And to that place the sharp Athenian law And she is mine; and all my right of her Cannot pursue us : If thou lov'st me then, I do estate unto Demetrius.

Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, And in the wood, a league without the town, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; Where I did meet thee once with Helena, My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, To do observance to a morn of May, If not with vantage, as Demetrius';

There will I stay for thee. And, which is more than all these boasts can Her. My good Lysander! I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia: [be, I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By his best arrow with the golden head; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

By the simplicity of Venus' doves; (loves : Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, By that which knitteth souls, and prospers And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

queen, Upon this spottedt and inconstant man. When the false Trojan under sail was seen; The. I must confess, that I have heard so By all the vows that ever men have broke, much,

[thereof; In number more than ever woman spoke; And with Demetrius thought to have spoke In that same place thou hast appointed me, But, being over-full of self-affairs,

| To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come; Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes And come, Egeus; you shall go with me.

Helena. I have somne private schooling for you both.

Enter HELENA. For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? To fit your fancies to your father's will;

Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Or else the law of Athens yield you up Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair! (Which by no means we may extenuate,) Your eyes are lode-stars ;|| and your tongue's To death, or to a vow of single life.

sweet air. Come, my Hippolyta ; What cheer, my love?- More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, Demetrius, and Egeus, go along:

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds I must employ you in some business

appear. Against our nuptial; and confer with you Sickness is catching; 0, were favouri so! Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

Ege. With duty, and desire we follow you. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your (Ereunt Thes. Hip. EGE. DEM. and train.

eye,

[melody. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet so pale?

Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, llow chance the roses there do fade so fast?

* Givo, bestow. * Momentary. Black. * Ever.

† Wicked.
! Love's.

Pole-stars.

Countenance.

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