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shoot at me'; and he that hits me, let him be clapt on the shoulder, and call’d Adam. (3)

Pedro. Well, as time shall try; in time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

Bene. The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick, bear it, pluck off the bull's-horns, and fet them in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted ; and in such great letters as they write, Here is good Horse to hire, let them signify under my fign, Here you may see Benedick the marry'd man.

Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st be horn-mad.

(3) And be that bits me, let bim be clap d ov tbe Moulder, and cali’d Adam ) But why should he therefore be call'd Adam? Perhaps, by a quotation or two we may be able to trace the poet's allusion here. In Law-Tricks, or, Wbo would bave thought it, (a Comedy written by Fobn Day, and printed in 1608) I find this speech.

I have heard, Old Adam was an honest Man, and a good Gardiner ; lovid Lertice well, Salads and Cabage reafunable well, yet no Tobacco; Again, Adam Bell, a subftuntial Outlaw, and a paljing good Archer, yet 10 Tobacconist.

By this it appears, that Adam Bell at that time of day was of repu tarion for his skill at the bow. I find him again mention'd in a burJesque poem of Sir William Davenant's, callid, The long Vacation in London,

Now lean Attorney, that his cheese
Ne'er par’d, nor verses took for fecs,
And aged Proctor, that controuls
The feats of Punk in court of Pauls,
Do each with solemn oath agree
To meet in fields of Finsbury :
With loins in canvas bow.case cied,
Where arrows sick with mickle pr de;
With hats pinn'd’up, and bow in hand,
All day most fiercely there they ftand,
Like ghosts of Adam, Bell, and Clymme ;

Sol sets, for fear they'll shoot at him. By the passage, which I have above quoted from Law-Tricks, 'tis plain, Sir Wilian's editor has falsely pointed the last line but one; we must correct it thus ;

Like ghosts of Adam Bell, and Clymme ; 'Tis this wight, no doubt, whom our author here alludes to: and had I the convenience of consulting Ascham's Toxop bilus, I might . probably grow better acquainted with his hiftory,

Pedro.

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I leave you.

Pedro. Nay, if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.

Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

Pedro. Well you will temporize with the hours; in the mean time, good Signior Benedick, repair to Leonato's, commend me to him, and tell him I will not fail him at fupper; for, indeed, he hath made great preparation.

Bene. I have alnioit matter enough in me for such an embassage, and so I commit you

Claud. To the tuition of God; From my house, if I had it

Pedro. The fixth of July, your loving friend, Benedick.

Bene. Nay, mock not, mock 110t; the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly based on neither : ere you flout old ends

any
further, examine your conscience, and so

(Exit. Claud. My Liege, your Highness now may do me gond.

Pedro. My love is thine to teach, teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
Any hard leffon that may do thee good.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord?

Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir :
Doft thou affect her, Claudio ?

Claud. O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye ;
That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love;
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant; in their rooins
Come thronging foft and delicate Defires,
All prompting me how fair young Iliro is;
Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
And tire the hearer with a book of words:
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it,
And I will break with her: and with her Father,
And thou shalt have her: was't not to this end,
That thou began'it to twist so fine a story?

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Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complection!
But left my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.

Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the The faireft grant is the necesity;

[flood ? Look, what will serve, is fit; 'tis once, thou lov'ft; And I will fit thee with the remedy. I know, we shall have revelling to night ; I will assume thy part in fome disguise, And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ; And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale: Then, after, to her father will I break; And the conclusion is, she shall be thine ; In practice let us put it presently,

[Exeunt. Re-enter Leonato and Antonio. Leon. How now, brother, where is my

Cousin

your son? hath he provided this musick ?

Ant. "He is very busy about it; but, brother, I can tell you news that you yet dream'd not of.

Leon. Are they good?

Ant. As the event stamps them, but they have a good cover; they show well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in my orchard, were thus over-heard by a man of mine: The Prince discover'd to Claudio, that he lov'd

my

Niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with

you of it.

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this?

Ant. A good sharp fellow; I will send for him, and question him yourself.

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, 'till it appear itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for answer, if peradventure this be true; go you and tell her of it:

Cousins, Cousins, you know what you have to do. [Several cross the stage here.] O, I cry you mercy, friend, go you with me and I will use your skill; good Cousin, have a care this busy time.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to an Apartment in

Leonato's House,

Cour. WHAT

Enter Don John and Conrad. . Hat the good-jer, my lord, why are you

thus

out of measure sad? John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Conr. You should hear reason.

Yohn. And when I have heard it, what Blefing bringeth it.

Conr. If not a present remedy, yet a patient fufferance.

John. I wonder, that thou (being, as thou fay'it thou art, born under Saturn) goeft about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief: I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jefts ; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

Conr. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, 'till you may do it without controlment; you have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace, where it is imposible you should take roo:, but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the seafon for your own harvest.

John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a role in his grace ; and it better fits my blood to be disdain’d of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any : in this, (though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man) it must not be deny'd but I am a plain-dealing villain; I am trafted with a muzzle, and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed

not

not to sing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking : in the mean time let me be that I am, and seek not to

alter me.

Conr. Can you make no use of your

difcontent? John. I will make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

Enter Borachio, Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the Prince, your brother, is royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness ?

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
John. Who, the most exquisite Claudio ?
Bora. Even he,

John. A proper Squire ! and who, and who ? which way looks he i

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

John. A very forward March chick! How come you to this?

Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was smoaking a musly room, comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in fad conference: I whipt behind the arras, and there heard it agreed upon, that the Prince should woo Hero for himself; and having obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio.

John. Come, come, let us thither, this inay prove food to my displeasure : that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow ; if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way ; you are both sure, and will affist me.

Conr. To the death, my lord.

John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is the greater, that I am fubdu'd; would the cook were of my mind !- shall we go prove what's to be done?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordhip. [Excunt.

ACT

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