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Manent Benedick and Beatrice.

Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while ?
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Bene. I will not defire that.

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.

Bene. Surely, I do believe, your fair coufin is wrong'd. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deferve of me, that would right her!

Bene. Is there any way to fhew fuch friendship?
Beat. A very éven way, but no fuch friend.
Bene. May a man do it?

Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.

Bene. I do love nothing in the world fo well as you; is not that strange?

Beat. As ftrange as the thing I know not; it were as poffible for me to fay, I loved nothing fo well as you; but believe me not; and yet I lye not; I confefs nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am forry for my cousin.

Bene. By my fword, Beatrice, thou lov'ft me.
Beat. Do not fwear by it, and eat it.

Bene. I will fwear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it, that fays, I love not you.

Beat. Will you not eat your word?

Bene. With no fauce that can be devis'd to it; I pro teft, I love thee.

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Beat. Why then. God forgive me.

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ?

Beat. You have ftay'd me in a happy hour; I was about to proteft, I lov'd you.

Bene. And do it with all thy heart.

Beat. I love you with fo much of my heart, that

none is left to protest.

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.

Beat. Kill Claudio.

Bene. Ha! not or the wide world.

Beat. You kile to leny; farewel.

Bene. Tariy. wech Bratice.

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pra, you, let me go.

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Bene. We'll be friends firft.

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy.

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy ?

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath flander'd, fcorn'd, difhonour'd my kinfwoman! O, that I were a man! what! bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then with publick accufation, uncover'd flander, unmitigated rancour

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God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice.

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?- a proper faying!

Bene. Nay, but Beatrice.

Beat. Sweet Hero! fhe is wrong'd, she is flander'd, fhe is undone,

Bene. Beat

Beat. Princes and Counts! furely, a princely teftimony, a goodly count-comfect, a fweet gallant, furely!" O that I were a man for his fake! Or that I had any friend would be a man for my fake! but manhood is melted into curtefies, valour into compliment, and men are only turn'd into tongue, and trim ones too; he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it: I cannot be a man with wifhing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice; by this hand, I love thee. Beat. Ufe it for my love fome other way than swearing by it.

Bene. Think you in your foul, the Count Claudio hath wrong'd Hero?

Beat. Yea, as fure as I have a thought or a foul.

Bene. Enough, I am engag'd; I will challenge him. I will kifs your hand, and fo leave you, by this hand, Claudio fhall render me a dear account; as you hear of me, fo think of me; go comfort your coufin; I must lay, she is dead, and so farewel. [Exeunt. SCENE

SCENE changes to a Prifon.

Enter Dogberry, Verges, Borachio, Conrade, the Town-Clerk and Sexton in Gowns.

To. Cl. Dog. O, a ftool and a cushion for the fexton! I

S our whole diffembly appear'd?

Sexton. Which be the malefactors?

Verg. Marry, that am I and my Partner.

Dog. Nay, that's certain, we have the exhibition to

examine.

Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examin'd? let them come before mafter constable.

To. Cl. Yea, marry, let them come before me; what is your name, friend?

Bora. Borachio.

T. C. Pray, write down, Borachio. Yours, Sirrah ? Conr. I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is Conrade.

T. Cl. Write down, mafter gentleman Conrade; masters, do you ferve God?

Both. Yea, Sir, we hope. (15)

To. Cl. Write down, that they hope they ferve God: and write God first: for God defend, but God should go before fuch villains.Mafters, it is proved already that you are little better than falfe knaves, and it will go near to be thought fo fhortly; how anfwer you for your felves?

Conr. Marry, Sir, we fay, we are none.

To. C. A marvellous witty fellow, I affure you, but I will go about with him. Come you hither, firrah, (15) Both. Yea, Sir, we bope.

To. Cl. Write down, that they hope, they ferve God: and write God first for God defend, but God fhould go before fuch Villains -] This fhort Paffage, which is truly humorous and in character, I have added from the old Quarto, Befides, it fupplies a Defe&t: for, without it, the Town-Clerk asks a Queftion of the Prifoners, and goes on without staying for any Anfwer to it.

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a word in your ear, Sir; I fay to you, it is thought you are both false knaves.

Bora. Sir, I fay to you, we are none.

To. Cl. Well, ftand afide; 'fore God, they are both in a tale; have you writ down, that they are none? Sexton. Mafter town-clerk, you go not the way to examine, you must call the watch that are their accufers.

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that's the deftest way, let

(16) To. Cl. Yea, marry, the Watch come forth; mafters, I charge you in the Prince's name accufe these men.

Enter Watchmen.

2 Watch. This man faid, Sir, that Don John the Prince's brother was a villain.

To. Cl. Write down, Prince John a villain; why this is flat perjury, to call a Prince's brother villain. Bora. Mafter town-clerk

To. Cl. Pray thee, fellow, Peace; I do not like thy look, I promise thee.

Sexton. What heard you him fay elfe?

2 Watch. Marry, that he had receiv'd a thousand ducats of Don John, for accufing the lady Hero wrongfully.

(16) To. Cl. Yea, marry that's the easiest Way, let the Watch come forth.] This cafieft, is a Sophiftication of our modern Editors, who were at a lofs to make out the corrupted Reading of the old Copies. The Quarto, in 1600, and the first and fecond Editions in Folie all concur in reading;

Yea, marry, that's the eftest way, &c.

A Letter happen'd to flip out at Prefs in the firft Edition ; and 'twas too hard a Task for the fubfequent Editors to put it in, or guess at the Word under this accidental Depravation. There is no doubt, but the Author wrote, as I have reftor'd the Text:

Yea, marry, that's the deftest way, &c.

i. e. the readieft, most commodious Way. The Word is pure Saxon. Deaplice debitè, congruè, duely, fitly. Ledæftlice, opportunè, commodè, fitly, conveniently, seasonably, in good time, commodiously. Vid. Spelman's Saxon Gloff. To. Cl

To. Cl. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
Dogb. Yea, by th' mafs, that it is,

Sexton. What elfe, fellow?

I Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to difgrace Hero before the whole affembly, and not marry her.

To. Cl. O villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into everlafting redemption for this. Sexton. What else?

2 Watch. This is all.

Sexton. And this is more, mafters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning fecretly ftoll'n away: Hero was in this manner accus'd, and in this very manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this fuddenly dy'd. Master Conftable, let thefe men be bound and brought to Leonato; I will go before, and fhew him their examination. [Exit.

Dogb. Come, let them be opinion'd.

Conr. Let them be in the hands of Coxcomb!

Dogb. God's my life, where's the Sexton? let him write down the Prince's officer Coxcomb: come, bind them, thou naughty varlet.

Conr. Away! you are an afs, you are an ass.

Dogb. Doft thou not fufpect my place ? doft thou not fufpect my years? O, that he were here to write me down an afs! but, mafters, remember, that I am an afs; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an afs; no, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as fhall be prov'd upon thee by good witnefs; I am a wife fellow, and which is more, an officer; and which is more, an housholder; and which is more, as pretty a piece of Aefh as any in Meffina, and one that knows the law; go to, and a rich fellow enough; go to, and a fellow that hath had loffes; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him; bring him away; 0, that I had been writ down an ass! [Exeunt

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