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SCENE II. prison. Enter Dogberry, Ver-) Verg. Let them be in band.
ges, and Sexton, in gowns ; and the Watch, Con. Off, coxcomb! with Conrade and Borachio.
Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?
him write down-ihe prince's ollicer, coscomb.Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! Come, bind them :- Thou naughty' varlet! Sexion. Which be the malefactors ?
Con. Away' you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibi-thou not suspect my years ?-0 that he were here tion to examine.
to write me down-an ass !-but, masters, rement Sezlon. But which are the offenders that are to be her, that I am an ass; though it be not written examined ? let them come before master constable. down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.
villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved What is your name, friend ?
upon thce by good witness. I am a wise fellow; Bora. Borachio.
and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.- -Yours, a householder: and, which is more, as pretly a sirrah ?
piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that Con. I ain a gentleman, sir, and my name is knows the law,, go to; and a rich fellow enouglu
go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one Dogb. Write down—master gentleman Con- that, hath two, gowns, and every thing handsoine rade. Masters, do you serve God?
about him :-Bring him away. O, that I had been Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.
writ down an ass.
(Ercuni. Dogb. Write down—that they hope they serve God :-and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains !-Masters, it is
ACT V. proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. SCENE I.-Before Leonato's house. Enler How answer you for yourselves?
Leonato and Antonio.
Jnt. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself ; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, And 'tis not wisdom, thus iu second grief sirrah; a word in your ear, sir ; I say to you, it is Against yourself. thought you are fulse kraves.
I pray thee, ccase thy counsel, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.
Which falls into inine ears as profitless Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they are as water in a sicve: give not me counsel; both in a tale: have you writ down--that they are
Nor let no comforter delight mine car, none ?
But such a one whose wrongs do suit wilh mine. Serton. Master constable, vou yo not the way to Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, examine; you must call forth the watch that are Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, their accusers.
And bid him speak of patience; Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way:-Let Measure his wo the length and breadth of mine, the watch come forth :- Masters, I charge you, in And let it answer every strain for strain; the prince's name, accuse these men.
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, i 'Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: the prince's brother, was a villain.
If such a one will spile, and stroke his beard; Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain.- Cry--sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should grcan, Why ihis is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother - Paich grief with proverbs; inake misfortunes drunk villain.
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Bora. Master constable,
And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like But there is no such man: For, brother, men thy look, I promise thee.
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that griel Sexton. What heard you him say else?
\Vhich they themselves not scel; but, tasting il, 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou- Their counsel turns to passion, which before sand ducals of Don John, for accusing the lady
Would give precep:ial medicine to rage, Hero wrongfully.
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Dogb. Flat bürglary, as ever was committed. Charm ache with air, and agony with words : Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Serton. What else, fellow?
To those that wring under the load of sorrow; 1 Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean,
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole To be so moral, when he shall endure assembly, and not marry her.
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into My griess cry louder than advertisement.? everlasting redemption for this.
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ, Serton. What else?
Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and 2 Watch. This is all.
blood; Setion. And this is more, masters, than you can For there was never yet philosopher, deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this However they have writ the style of gods, very manner refused, and upon the griet of this, And made a pish at chance and sufferince. suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself : be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go
Make those, that do offend you, suffer ioo. before, and show him their examination. [Erit.
Leon. There thou spcak'st reason : nay, I will Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.
My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ; (1) Bonde
(2) Admonition. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,
And all of them, that thus dishonour her.
Leon. But, brother Antony, -
Come, 'tis no matter ;
Do not you medule, let me deal in this. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily.
D. Peuro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
your patience. Cloud.
Good day to both of you. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; Leon. Hear you my lords,
But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing D. Pedro. We have some bastc, Leonato. But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. Some haste, my lord !--well, fare you
Leon. My lord, my lord, –
D, Pedro. well, my lord :
I will not hcar you. Are you so hasty now ?-well, all is one.
No? D. Pedro. Náy, do not quarrel with us, good Brother, away:-1 will be heard ;old man.
And shall, Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Or some of us will smart for i.. Some of us would lic low.
(Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Claud, Who wrongs him ?
Enter Bencdick. Leon.
Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou: D. Pedro. Sce, see, here comes the man we went Nay, ncver lay thy hand upon thy sword,
to seck. I fear thee not.
Claud. Now, signior! what news? Claud.
Marry, beshrew my hand, Bene. Goud day, my lord. If it should give your age such cause of fear : D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. come to part almost a fray.
Leon. Tush, tush, man, never licer and jest at me: Clad." We had like to have had our two noses I speak nut like a dotard, nor a fool;
snapped off' with two old men without teeth. As, under privilege of age, to brag
D. Pedro, Leonato and his brother : What What I have done being young, or what would do, think?s! thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should Were I not uld: Know, Claudio, to thy head, have been too young for thein. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, Bene. In a faise quarrel there is no true valour. That I am furc'd to lay my reverence by;
I came to seck you both. And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, Claul. We have been up and down to seck thee; Do challenge ihec to trial of a man.
for we are high-proof mclancholy, and would fain I say, thou hast belied wine innocent child ; have it beaten away: Wilt thou n se thy wil ? Thy slander hath gone through and through her Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it? heart,
D. Pedro. Dosiihou wear thy wit by thy side ? And she lies buried with her ancestors :
Claud. Never any did so, though very many 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw Save this of her's framed by thy villany.
as we do the minstrels ; draiv, to pleasure is. Cluud. My villany?
D. Pedro. As I am an honest inun, he looks pale: Leon.
Thine, Claudio ; thinc I say. Art thou sick or angry ? D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.
Clanu!. What! courage, man! What though care Leon.
My lord, my lord, killed a cat, thou hast mettle chough in thee to kill I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; Despite his nice fence, and his active practice,' Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. you charge it againsi nie :-i pray you, choose Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
aroher subject. Leon. Canst thou so daif me? Thou liasi kill'd Claul. Nay, then give him another staíl; this my child ;
last was broks cross. If thou kill'st Inc, boy, thou shalt kill a man. D. Pedro. By this light, hic changes more and
.716. He she'll kill liro of us, and men indeed : more: I think, he be angry indeert. But that's no maiicr; let him kill one tirst :- C!ard. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdlc.' Win one and wear me, let himn answer me,
Bone. Shall I speak a word in your car? Comc, follow me, boy; come, boy, rullow ine :- Clmud. God bless me from 2 challenge! Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining" fence; Bene. You are a villain ; I jes: not:--} vill make Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
it good how you dare, with what you dare, and Leon Brother,
when you dare:-Do mc right, or I will protest Inl. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my your cowardice. You have kiled a sweei lady, niece;
and lier death shall tall heavy on you: Let me hear And she is dead, slandar'd to death by villains;
from you. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
Claud. Well, I will mect you, so I may have good As I dare take a serpent by the longue:
chcer. Bove, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!-
D. Pedro, Whal, a fract? a feast ? Leon.
Brother Antony, Claul. l'fiuth, I thank him; he hath bidme to Ant. Hold you content; Whil, man! I know a call's-head and a capon; the which if I do:10t them, yea,
carve most curiously, say, my kuite's naugnt.And what they weich, even to the utmost scruple : Shall I not find it woodcock 100 ? Scrambling, oil-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, Bene. Sir, your vit inbles well; it goes easily. Thal lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee liow Beatrice praised thy Go anticly, and shew outward hideousness, wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, True, says she, a fine lillle'one : No, said I, a great How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, wit ;'Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said And this is all.
I, á good wit : Jasi, said she, it hurts nobody: (1) Skill in fencing. (2) Thrusting (3) To give a challenge. (4) Invited.
Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes : she, a wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the what your wisdoms could not discover, these shaltongues ; That I believe, said 'she, for he swore a low fools have brought to light ; who, in the night, thing to me on Monday night, which he forstore overheard me confessing to this man, how Don on Tuesday morning ; there's a double tongue; John your brother incensed me to slander the lady there's two longues. Thus did she, an hour loge- lero; how you were brought into the orchard, ther, trans-shape thy, particular virtues; yet, at and saw me court Margarei in Hero's garments; last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the pro- how you disgraced her, when you should marry perest man in Italy.
her: my villany they have upon record; which I Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to said, she cared not.
my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and iny D. Pedro. Vea, that she did ; but yet, for all master's salse accusation; and, brielly, I desire that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would nothing but the reward of a villain. love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all.
D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him
your blood ? when he was hid in the garden.
Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage
D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice
Claul. Yea, and text underneath, Here duells of it. Benedick the married man.
D. Pedro. He is coinpos’d and fram'd of treaBene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; chery:I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: And Ned he is upon this villany. you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which,
Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear God be thanked, hurt not.-My lord, for your many In ihe rare semblance that I lov'd it first. courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this company; your brother, the bastard, is fled from time our Sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of Messina : you have, among you, killed a sweet and the matter: and masters, do not forget to specify, innocent lady: for my lord Lack-beard, there, he when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. and I shall nicet; and till then, peace be with him. Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato,
(Exit Benedick. and the Sexton too. D. Pedro. He is in earnest. Claud. In most profound carnest; and, I'll war
Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton. rant you, for the love of Beatrice.
Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; D. Pedro. And hath challenged thcc ?
That when I note another man like him, Claud. Most sincerely.
I may avoid him: Which of these is he? D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on goes in his doublet and hosc, and leaves oil his wit!
Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with hast kili'd Conrade and Borachio.
Mine innocent child? Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is Bora.
Yea, even I alone, an ape a doctor to such a man.
Leon. No, not so, villain, ihou bely'st thysell; D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my Here stand a pair of honourable men, heart, and be sad!' Did he not say iny brother was A third is fled, that had a hand in it:fed ?
I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; Dogb. Come, you, sir; 'if justice cannot tame Record it with your high and worthy deeds; you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her ba-'Twas bravely done, il you bethink you of it. lance; nzy in you be a cursing hypocrite once, Clavd. I know not how to pray your patience, you must be looked to.
Yet I inust speak: Choose your revenge yourself; D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Impose me io what penance your invention bound ! Borachio, one!
Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not, Claud. Hearken to their offence, my lord ! But in mistaking.
D. Pedro. Oflicers, what otlence have these men D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I ; done?
And yet, to satisfy this good old man, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- 1 would bend under any heavy weight port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; se- That he'll enjoin me to. condarily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, have belied a lady; thirdly, they have veritied un- That were impossible; but, I pray you both, just things : and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Possess the people in Messina here
D. Pedro. First, I ask theo what they have done; How innocent she died: and, if your love thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Can labour ought in sad invention, lastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, what you lay to their charge?
And sing it to her bones; sing it lo-night :Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own divi- To-morrow morning come you to my house; sion; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well And since you could not be my son-in-law, suited.
Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, that you are thus bound to your answer ? this And she alone is heir to both of us; learned constable is too cunning to be understood: Give her the right you should have given her cousin, What's your offence ?
And so dies my revenge. Bora, Sweet prince, let me go no further to Claud.
0, noble sir, mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! 11) Serious. (2) Incited.
(3) Command (4) Acquainte
I do embrace your offer; and dispose
Bene. And therefore will come. For henceforth of poor Claudio.
The god of love,
(Singing.) Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming;
That sils above, To-night I lake my leave.--This naughty inan
And knows me, and knows me,
How pitiful I deserve, -
I mean, in singing; but in loving,-Leander the Bora,
No, by my soul, she was not ; good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panNor knew not what she'did, when she spoke to me; dars, and a whole book full of these quondam carBut always hath been just and virtuous,
pei-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the In any thing that I do know by her.
even road of a blank verse, why, they were never Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not un- so truly turned over and over as my poor self, in der white and black,) tuis plaintiff here, the offen- love: Marry, I cannot show it in thyme; I have der, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be re- tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an membered in his punishment: and also, the watch innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he for school, Lool, a bubbling rhyme; very ominous wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; endings: No, I was not born under à rhyming and borrows money in God's name; the which he planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.? _ hath used so long, and never paid, that now men
Enter Beatrice. grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called sake: pray you, examine him upon that point.
thee? I.eon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most ihankful
Bene. 0, stay but till then ! and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. Leon. There's for thy pains.
Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :
and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, Dogb. God save the foundation !
which is, with knowing what hath passed between Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.
you and Claudio. Dugb. I leave an arrant knave with your wor- kiss thee.
Bene. Only foul words; and thercupon, I will ship ; which, I beseech your worship, to correct
Beal. Foul words is but soul wind, and foul wind yourself, for the example of others. God keep your is but foul breath, and soul breath is noisome; worship'; I wish your worship well; God restore therefore I will depart unkissed. you to health: Thumbly give you leave to depart;
Bene, Thou hast frighted the word out of his and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohii-right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell bit it.-Come, neighbour. (Ereuni Dogberry, Verges, and Watch and either I'must shortly hear from him, or I will
thice plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; Leon. Until to-morrow morniny, lords, farewell. subscribe hin a coward. And, I pray thee now, Ant. Farewell, my lords ; we look for you to-iell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first
fall in love with me ? D. Pedro. We will not fail.
Beal. For them all together ; which maintained Claud.
To-night I'll mourn with Icro. (Ereunt Don Pedro and Claudio.
so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk which of my good parts did you first suffer love
any good part to intermingle wiiħ them. But for with Margaret,
for me? How her acquaintance grew with this lewd' fellow.
Bene. Syfer love; a good cpithet! I do sufler
love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. SCENE 11.-Leonato's Garden. Enter Bene- Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor dick and Margaret, meeting.
heart! If you spite it for my sake; I will spite it Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de- for yours; for I will never love that which my serve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech friend hatés. of Beatrice.
Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise Beal. It appears not in this confession: there's of my beauty?
not one wise man among twenty that will praise Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man himself. living shall come over it'; for, in most comely truth, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived thou deservest it.
in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not Marg. To have no man come over me? why, erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall shall I always keep below stairs ?
live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's and the widow weeps. mouth, it catches.
Beat. And how long is that, think you? Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, Bene. Question ?- Why, an hour in clamour, which hit, but hurt not.
and a quarter in rheum: Therefore, it is most expice Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not dient for the wise (if Don Worm, his conscience, hurt a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice : find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the I give thee the bucklers.
trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of much for praising myself (who, I mysell will bear
witness, is praiscworthy,) and now tell me, How Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must pus doth your cousin ? in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous Beat. Very ill. -weapons for maids.
Bene. And how do you? Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I Beat. Very ill too. think, hath legs.
(Exit Margaret. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: thcre (1) Ignorante (2) Holiday phrases.
(3) Is subject to.
will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enfore'd Enter Ursula.
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; Leon. Wei, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, yonder's old coili at home: it is proved my lady Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; Hero hath been salsely accused, the prince and And when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour author of all, who is fled and gone : will you come To visit me :-You know your office, brother ; presently?
You must be father to your brother's daughter, Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ? And give her to young Claudio. (Excunt Ladies.
Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and Ani. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. be buried in thy eyes; and, morcover, I will go Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. with thee to thy uncle's.
(Ereunt. Friar. To do what, signior ?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.SCENE III.-The inside of a church. Enter
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Don Pedro, Claudio, and aitendants with music Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. and lapers.
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her ; 'Tis most Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ?
true. Allen. It is, my lord.
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Claud. (Reads from a scroll. I
Leon. The sight whereof," I think, you had from
me, Done to death by slanderous tongues, From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your Was the Hero that here lies :
will ? Death, in guerdon? of her wrongs,
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd Lives in death with glorious fame.
In the estate of honourable marriage ;Hang thout there upon the lomb, (A Mixing it.
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Leon. My heart is with your liking: Praising her when I am dumb.
And my help Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Here comes the prince, and Claudio. SONG,
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with attendants. Pardon, Goddess of the night,
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Those that slew thy virgin kuighl;
Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, For the which, wilh songs of wo,
Claudio ; Round about her lomb they go.
We here attend you ; are you yet determin'd Midnight, assist our moan ;
To-day to marry with my brother's daughter ? Help us lo sigh and groan,
Claid. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Heavily, heavily:
Leoir. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar
ready. Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
[Exit Antonio. Till death be ultered,
D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's Heavily, heavily.
That you have such a February face, Claud. Now, unto thy boncs good night!
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness ? Yearly will I do this rite. D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put your Tush, lear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
Claul. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:torches out: The wolves have prcy'd; and look, the gen. As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
And all Europa shall rejoice at thec; tle day,
When he would play the noble beast in lorc. Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grav:
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well.
And some such strange bul! leap'd your father's Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several and got a cair in that same noble feat, way.
Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds :
Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd. And then to Leonato's we will go.
Claud. For this I owe you: here come other Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue
Which is the lady I must seize upon ? Than this, for whom we render'd up this wo!
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. (Exeunt.
Claud. Why, then she's mine : Sweet, let me sce SCENE IV. A room in Leonato's house. En
vour face. ter Lconato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ur
Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand sula, Friar and Hero.
Before this friar, and swear to marry her.
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? I am your husband, if you like of me. Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'a Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : her,
(Unmasking. Upon the error that you heard debated :
And when you loved, you were my other husband. But Margaret was in some fault for this ;
Claud. Another Hero? Although against her will, as it appears
Nothing certainer In the true course of all the question.
One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,
|And, surely as I live, I am a maid. (1) Stur (2) Reward.