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Adr. And are not you my husband?
Ant. S. And so do I; yet did she call me so :
I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me.
Ant. E. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me.
Adr. I sent you money, Sir, to be your bail,
Dro. E. No, none by me.
Ant. S. This purse of ducats I received from you,
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Ant. E. There take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
To go with us into the abbey here,
And hear at large discoursèd all our fortunes ;—
The duke, my husband, and my children both,
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me:
Duke. With all my heart; I'll gossip at this feast.
[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, ÆGEON, Courtezan, Second Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd? Dro. S. Your goods that lay at host, Sir, in the Centaur. Ant. S. He speaks to me.-I am your master, Dromio:
Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
[Exeunt ANT. S. and ANT. E. ADR. and LỰC.
Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner :
She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
Dro. S. Not I, Sir; you are my elder.
Dro. E. That's a question; how shall we try it?
Dro. S. We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then, lead thou Dro. E. Nay, then, thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
SCENE I.-Grounds adjoining LEONATO's House.
Enter LEONATO, HERO, and BEATRICE, with a Messenger. Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Mess. He is very near by this: he was not three leagues off when I left him.
Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name.
Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio.
Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how.
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.
Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy could not show itself nodest enough without a badge of bitterness.
Leon. Did he break out into tears?
Mess. In great measure.
Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than How much better is it to weep at joy,
those that are so washed.
than to joy at weeping!