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Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink you Nor age so eat op my invention, down!

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, D. John. Come, let us go : these things, come thus Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Smother her spirits up.

(to light, But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, (Bxeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, Bene. How doth the lady?

Ability in means, and choice of friends, Beat.

Dead, I think ;-help, uncle ;- To quit me of them throughly. Hero! why, Hero!--- Uncle !-Signior Benedick!-friar! Friar.

Pause a while, Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand ! And let my counsel sway you in this case. Death is the fairest cover for her shame,

Your daughter here the princes left for dead; That may be wish'd for.

Let her a while be secretly kept in, Beat.

How now, cousin Hero! And publish it, that she is dead indeed : Friar. Have comfort, lady.

Maintain a mourning ostentation; Leon.

Dost thou look up ! And on your family's old monument Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not!

Hang mournfal epitaphs, and do all rites Leon. Wherefore! Why, doth not every earthly That appertain unto a barial. Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny [thing Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? The story that is printed in her blood ?

Priar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes:

Change slander to remorse ; that is some good : For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, But not for that dream I on this strange course, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, But on this travail look for greater birth. Myself would on the rearward of reproaches, She dying, as it must be so maintain'd, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I bad but one! Upon the instant that she was accus'd, Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame?

Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd, 0, one too much by thee! Why had I one!

Of every hearer: for it so falls out Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?

That what we have we prize not to the worth, Why had I not, with charitable hand,

Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Took up a beggar's issue at my gates

Why, then we rack the value; then we find Who smirched thus, and mir'd with infamy, The virtue, that possession would not show us I might have said, No part of it is mine,

Whiles it was ours:-So will it fare with Claudio : This shame derives itself from unknown loins ? When he shall hear she died upon his words,

1 But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, Into his study of imagination ; That I myself was to myself not mine,

And every lovely organ of her life Valuing of her ; why, she-o, she is fallen

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea

More moving-delicate, and full of life, Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Into the eye and prospect of his soul, And salt too little, which may season give

Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he mourn, To her foul tainted flesh !

(If ever love had interest in his liver,) Bene.

Sir, sir, be patient : And wish he had not so accused her ; For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,

No, though he thought his accusation true.
I know not what to say.

Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Beat, 0, on my soul, my cousin is belied ! Will fashion the event in better shape
Bene. Lady, were you her bed fellow last night? Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, But if all aim but this be levelld false,
I have this twelve month been her bedfellow.

The supposition of the lady's death
Leon, Contirm'd.confirm'd! O, that is stronger made, Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
Would the two princes lie i and Claudio lie! (As best befits her wounded reputation)
Whó lov'd her so that speaking of her foulness, In some reclusive and religions life,
Wash'd it with tears! Hence from her ; let her die. Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
Friar. Hear me a little ;

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: For I have only been silent so long,

And though you know my inwardness and love And given way unto this course of fortune,

Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, By noting of the lady: I have mark'd

Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this A thousand blushing apparitions start

As secretly, and justly, as your soul Into her face; a thousand innocent shames

Should with your body. In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;

Leon.

Being that I flow in grief, And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,

The smallest twine may lead me. To burn the errors that these princes hold

Friar. "Tis well consented; presently away; Against her den truth :--Call me a fool;

For to strange sores, strangely they strain the cure.Trust not my reading, nor my observations,

Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day, Which with experimental seal doth warrant

Perhaps, is but prolonged ; have patience, and endare. The tenor of my book ; trust not my age, ;

(Ereunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. My reverence, calling, nor divinity,

Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while! If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here

Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Under some biting error.

Bene. I will not desire that.
Leon.
Friar, it cannot be :

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left,

Bene. Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wrong'd. Is, that she will not add to her damnation

Beat. Ah, how mach might the man deserve of me, A sin of perjury; she not denies it:

that would right her! Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship! That which appears in proper nakedness!

Beat. A very even way, but no such friend.
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of! Bene. May a man do it!
Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know none. Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.
If I know more of any man alive,

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as
Than that which maideu modesty doth warrant, you ; is not that strange!
Let all my sins lack mercy !-o my father,

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not : it Prove you that any man with me convers'd

were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight

well as you : bat believe me not; and yet I lie not; Maintain'd the change of words with any creatore, I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: I am sorry Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death (privces. for my cousin.

Friar. There is some strange misprision in the Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour ; Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. And if their wisdom be misled in this,

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me ; and I The practice of it lives in John the bastard, will make him eat it, that says, I love not yon. Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.

Beat. Will you not eat your word ! Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her, Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: 1 These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, protest I love thee. The proudest of them sball well hear of it.

Beat. Why then, God forgive me ! Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice!

Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was examine ; you must call forth the watch that are their about to protest, I loved you.

accusers. Bene. And do it with all thy heart.

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way: Let the Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that watch come forth :-- Masters, I charge you, in the none is left to protest.

prince's name, accuse these men. Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.

? Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the Beat. Kill Claudio.

prince's brother, was a villain. Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world.

Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain :- Why Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell.

this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother--villain. Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

Bora. Master constable, Beat. I am gone, though I am here;-there is no Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy love in you :-nay, I pray you, let me go.

look, I promise thee. Bene. Beatrice,

Sexton. What heard you him say else! Leat. In faith, I will go.

2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand Bene. We'll be friends first.

ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero wrongBeat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight fully. with mine enemy:

Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy

?

Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. Beat. Is he not approv'd in the height a villain, that Sexton. What else, fellow ? hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon -- that I were a man!What! bear her in hand until his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assemthey come to take hands; and then with public accu- bly, and not marry her. sation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,--O Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the everlasting redemption for this. market-place.

Sexton. What else ? Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;

2 Watch. This is all. Beat. Talk with a man out at a window l-a proper Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. saying!

Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;

Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner Beat. Sweet Hero !--she is wronged, she is slan- refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly died.dered, she is undone.

Master constable, let these men be bound, and broaght Bene. Beat

to Leonato's; I will go, before, and show him their Beat. Princes, and counties! Sarely a princely testi- examination.'

[Exit. mony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any Verg. Let them be in band. friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is Con. ofl, corcomb ! melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let him men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too : write down--the prince's officer,-coxcomb.-Come, he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, bind them :-Thou naughty varlet! and swears it :-I cannot be a man with wishing, Con. Away ! you are an ass, you are an ass. therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place ! Dost thou Bene, Tarry, good Beatrice : by this hand I love not suspect my years 1-0 that he were here to write thee.

me down-an ass I-but, masters, remember that I am Beat. Use it for my love some other way than an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not swearing by it.

that I am an ass :--No, thou villain, thou art full of Bene. "Think yon in your soul the count Claudio piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. hath wronged Hiero?

am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. and, which is more, a householder; and, which is

Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : by this hand, and one that knows the law, go to, and a rich felClaudio shall render me dear account: as you hear low enough, go to ; and a fellow that hath had losses; of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin : 1 and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handmust say, she is dead, and so farewell. (Exeunt. some about him :-Bring him away. 6, that I had

been writ down an ass.

(Exeunt SCENE II. A Prison. Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in Gowns; and

ACT V. the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio. Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?

SCENE I. Before Leonato's House. Verg. 0, a stool and a cashion for the sexton!

Enter Leonato and Antonio. Sertion. Which be the malefactors?

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kall yourself, Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibition Against yourself. to examine.

Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Sexton, But which are the offenders that are to be which falls into mine ears as protitless examined ! let them come before master constable. As water in a sieve; give not me counsel;

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.-What Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, is your name, friend?

But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bora. Borachio.

Bring me a father, that so loy'd his child, Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.Yours, sir- Whose joy of ber is overwhelm'd like mine, rah?

And bid him speak of patience; Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. And let it answer every strain for strain ; Masters, do you serve God!

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Dogb. Write down---that they hope they serve God: If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard ; - and write God first; for God defend bat God should Cry--sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan; go before such villains !--Masters, it is proved already Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortunes drunk that yon are little better than false knaves; and it With candle-wasters : bring him yet to me, will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer And I of him will gather patience. you for yourselves?

But there is no such man : For, brother, men Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; bat which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, I will go about with him. --Come you hither, sirrah; Their counsel turns to passion, which before a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought Would give preceptial medicine to rage, you are false knaves.

Fetter strong madness in a silked thread, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Charm ach with air, and agony with words : Dogo. Well, stand aside.--'Fore God, they are No, no ; 'tis all men's office to speak patience both in a tale have you writ down-that they are To those that wring under the load of sorrow; none ?

Bat no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to To be so moral, when he shall endure

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Ant.

And shall, My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

Or some of us will smart for it. Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.

[Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesb and blood;

Enter Benedick.
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;

D. Pedro. See, see, here comes the man we went to However they have writ the style of gods,

seek. And made a pish at chance and safferance:

Claud. Now, signior! what news ? Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:

Bene. Good day, my lord. Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost come Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do so. to part almost a fray. My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied

Claud. We had like to have had our two noses

3 And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,

snapped off with two old men without teeth. And all of them, that this dishonour ber.

D. Pedro. Leopato and his brother, What think'st

thou! Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.

too young for them. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claadio, hastily.

Bene. in a false quarrel there is no true valour. I D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

came to seek yon both. Claud. Good day to both of you.

Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; Leon. Hear you, my lords

for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain D. Pedro.

We bave some haste, Leonato. have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ? Leon. Some haste, my lord well, fare you well, Bene. It is in my scabbard; Shall I draw it! Are you so hasty now!--well, all is one. (my lord :

D. Pedro. Dost ihon wear thy wit by thy side? D. Pedro. Nay,do not guarrel with us,good old man.

Claud. Never any did so, though very many have Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling,

been beside their wit.- I will bid thee draw as we Some of us would lie low.

do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. Claud. Who wrongs him!

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale : Leon.

Marry, Art thou sick or angry? Thou, thou dost wrong me; thoa disserabler, thou ;-killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill

Claud. What! courage, man! What though care Nay, Dever lay thy hand upon thy sword, I fear thee not.

care. Claud Marry, beshrew my hand,

Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an If it should give your age such cause of fear :

you charge it against me I pray you, choose another In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.

subject. Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me:

Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

was broke across. As, under privilege of age, to brag

D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and What I have done, being young, or what would do, more : I think, he be angry indeed. Were I pot old : Know, Claudio, to thy head,

Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. Thou bast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, Bene. Shall I speak a word in your eart That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

Claud. God bless me from a challenge! And, with gray hairs, and braise of many days, Bene. You are a villain; 1 jest not:-I will make Do challenge ihee to trial of a man.

it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child ;

you dare :--Do me right, or I will protest your Thy slander hath gone through

and through her heart, cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her And she lies buried with her ancestors :

death shall fall heavy on you : Let me hear from you. O! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good Save this of her's, fram'd by thy villany.

cheer. Claud. My villany?

D. Pedro. What, a feast ! a feast? Leon.

Thine, Claudio ; thine, I say. Claud. l'faith, I thank him : he hath bid me to a D. Pedro. You say not right, old man,

calf's head and a capon; the which if I do not carve Leon.

My lord, my lord, most curiously, say, my knife's naught.--Shall I not I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;

find a woodcock too ? Despite his nice fence, and his active practice,

Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well ; it goes easily. His May of youth, and bloom of lusty hood.

D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; Leon, Canst thou so daff me? Tbon hast kill'd my True, says she, a fine little one : No, said 1, a great Iftbou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a map. (child; wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said I,

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : a good wit; Just, said she, it hurts nobody: Nay, But that's no matter ; let him kill one first :

said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a Win me and wear me, let him answer me,

rise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me :-- That I believe, said she, for he store a thing to me Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

morning; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. Leon. Brother,

Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy parAnt. Content yourself: God knows, I lor'd my niece. ticular virtues ; yet, at last, she concluded with a And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; sigh, thou wast the propere t man in Italy. That dere as well answer a man, indeed,

Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :

she cared not. Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!

D. Pedro. Y ea, that she did ; but yet, for all that, Leon.

Brother Antony,- an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. them, yea,

Claud. All, all; and moreover, God save him when And what they weigh, even to the utmost seruple : he was hid in the

garden. Scrambling, out-facing, fashion-nong'ring boys, D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage ball's That lie, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,

Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells BeAnd speak off half a dozen dangerous words,

nedick the married man! How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, Bene. Fare you well, hoy; you know my mind; I And this is all.

will leave you now to your gossip-like humoar : you Leon. But, brother Antony

break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God Ant.

Come, 'tis no matter ; be thanked, hart not.-My lord, for your many courDo not you meddle, let me deal in this. [patience. tesies I thank you : I must discontinue your com

D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your pany; your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina: My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;

you have, among yon, killed a sweet and innocent But, on my honour, she was charged with nothing lady: for my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall But what was true, and very full proof.

meet; and till then, peace be with him. [Exit. Leon. My lord, my lord,

D. Pedro. He is in earnest. D. Pedro.

I will not bear yout. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warrant Leon.

No?you, for the love of Beatrice. Brother, away: I will be heard ;

D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee !

Claud. Most sincerely.

Can labour aught in sad invention,
D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Hang her an epitaph upon ber tomb,
goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :-
Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with

To-morrow morning come you to my house ;
Conrade and Borachio.

And since you could not be my son-in-law,
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is Be

yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, an ape a doctor to such a man.

Almost the copy of my child that's dead, D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my

And she alone is heir to both of us; heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother was

Give her the right you should have given her cousin, fled 1

And so dies my revenge.

Claud. Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you,

0, noble sir, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance :

Your over kindness doth wring tears from me! pay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be For henceforth of poor Claudio.

I do embrace your offer; and dispose looked to D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men To-night I take my leave. This naughty man

Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming; bound ! Borachio, one! Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord !

Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, D. Pedro. Officers, what offence bave these men

Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, done ?

Hir'd to it by your brother.

Bora. Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed fulse re

No, by my soul, she was not; port, moreover, they have spoken untruths; secon

Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me ; darily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have in any thing that

I do know

by her.

But always hath been just and virtuous, belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

Dogb. Moreover sir, (which, indeed, is not under D. Pedro. First, ask thee what they have done;

white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, did thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and call me ass : I beseech you, let it be remembered in lastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude, his punishment: and also, the watch heard them talk what you lay to their charge !

of one Deformed they say, he wears a key in his Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; ear, and a lock hanging by it: and borrows money in and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited.

God's name; the which he hath used so long, and D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and you are thus bound to your answer! this learned con- will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray you, examine stable is too canning to be understood : What's your him upon that point. offence ?

Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine

Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. I have deceived even your very eyes : what your wis

Leon. There's for thy pains. doms could not discover, these shallow fools have

Dogb. God save the foundation ! brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me

Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I confessing to this man, how Don John your brother thank thee, incensed me to slander the lady Hero ; how you were which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself,

Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret for the example of others. God keep your worship; in Hero's garments; how you disgraced her, when you should marry her my villany they have upon I wish your worship well; God restore you to health: record ; which I had rather seal with my death, than bumbly give

you leave to depart, and if a merry repeat over to my shame : the lady is dead upon mine meeting

may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, and my master's false accusation and, briefly, I de neighbour. (Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. sire nothing but the reward of a villain.

Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through

Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to

[morrow your blood

D. Pedro. We will not fail,

Claud. Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'd it.

To-night I'll mourn with Hero. D. Pedro. Bat did my brother set thee on to this ?

(Eseunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it.

Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with D. Pedro. He is compos'd aud fram'd of treachery: How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow,

Margaret,
And fed he is upon this villany.
Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear

(Exeunt. In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first.

SCENE II. Leonato's Garden. Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of the

Enter Benedick and Margaret, meeting. matter; and masters, do not forget to specify, when Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of

Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, Beatrice. and the Sexton too.

Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton.

of my beauty. Leon. Which is the villain ? let me see his eyes ; living shall come over it for, in most comely truth,

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man That when I note another man like him,

thou deservest it. I may avoid him: Which of these is he? Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on me. I always

keep below stairs !

Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast Mine innocent child ?

[kill'd

Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, Bora. Yea, even I alone.

it catches. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself ;

Marg. And yours as blant as the fencer's foils, which Here stand a pair of honourable men,

hit, but hurt not. A third has fled, that had a hand in it:

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;

a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice : I give Record it with your high and worthy deeds

thee the bucklers. 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,

our own. Yet I must speak : Chodse your revenge yourself:

Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must pat in

the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weaImpose me to what penance your invention Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,

pons for maids. But in mistaking.

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I D. Pedro.

18 (Exit. By my soul, nor I;

think, hath legs. And yet, to satisfy this good old man,

Bene. And therefore will come. I would bend under any heavy weight

The god of love,

[Singing. That he'll enjoin me to.

That sits above, Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live,

And knoids me, and knores me, That were impossible: bat, I pray you both,

How pitiful I deserve, Possess the people in Messina here

I mean, in singing ; but in loving-Leander the good How innocent she died : and, if your love

swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, and

a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers,

For the rhich, with songs of 1000, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a

Round about her tonub they go. blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned

Midnight, assist our moan; over and over as my poor self, in love: Marry, I can

Help us to sigh and groan, not show it in rhyme; I have tried ; I can find out

Hearily, heavily : no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme, for Graves, yarn, anl yield your dead, scorn, horn, a hard rhyme for school, fool, a bubbling

Till death be uttered, rhyme; very ominous endings: No, I was nut born

Heavily, heavily. under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! terms.

Yearly will I'do this rite.

[out : Enter Beatrice.

D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put yoar torches Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee!

The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Bene. O, stay but till then!

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :-and Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which

Claud. Good morrow, masters : each his several way, is, with knowing what hath passed between you and D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Claudio.

And then to Leonato's we will go.

(weeds : Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speeds, thee.

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind Than this, for whom we render'd up this woel is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; there

[ Exeunt. fore I will depart unkissed.

SCENE TV. A Room in Leonato's House, Bene. Thoa hast frighted the word out of his right Enter. Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell thee

Ursula, Friar, and Hero. plainly, Claudio undergoes iny challenge ; and either

Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent! I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe

Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for

(ber, which of my bad parts didst thou tirst fall in love Upon the error that you heard debated : with me!

But Margaret was in some fault for this; Beat. For them altogether, which maintained so

Although against her will, as it appears politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any in the true course of all the question. good part to intermingle with them. But for which

Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. of my good paits did you first suffer love for me!

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, To call young, Claudio to a reckoning for it. indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; Beat. In spite of your heart, I think ; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : yours i for I will never love that which my friend The prince and Claudio promis'd by this

hour hates.

To visit me :--You know your office, brother; Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

You must be father to your brother's daughter,

(Eseunt Ladies. Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not And give her to young Claudio.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. one wise man among twenty, that will praise himself.

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours : it'a man do not erect

Friar. To do what, signior! in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no signior Leonato, truth it is, goud signior,

Bene. To bind me, or ando me, one of them longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the Your piece regards me with an eye of favour. widow weeps. Deat. And how long is that, think you !

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; "Tis most true. Bene. Question ?- Why, an hour in clamour, and

Brne. And I do with an eye of love requite her. a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient Prom Claudio, and the prince ; But what's your will!

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, for the wise, (if Don Worm his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his But, for my will, my will is, your good will

Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical: own virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd myself, (who, I myself will bear wituess, is praise

In the estate of honourable marriage ; worthy,) and now tell me, How doth your cousin ? Beat. Very ill.

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Bene. And how do you !

Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar.

And my help.
Beat. Very ill too.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend : there will Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
I leave you too, for here com one in haste

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants. Enter Ursula.

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Urs. Madam, you must come to your ancle ; yon

Leon. Good mo row,prince; good morrow, Claudio; der's old coil at home : it is proved, my lady Hero We here attend you; Are you yet determin'd hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio To-day to marry with my brother's daughter! mightily abused ; and Don John is the author of all,

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. who is fled and gone : will you come presently?

Leon. Call ber forth, brother, here's the friar ready. Beat. Will you go bear this news, signior!

(Exit Antonio. Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and

D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with that you have such a February face, [the matter, thee to thy uncle's.

[Ereunt. So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull :SCENE III. The Inside of a Church. Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; Music and Tapers.

As once Europa did at lusty Jove, Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato!

When he would play the noble beast in lore. Atten. It is, my lord.

Bene. Ball Jove, sir, had an amiable low; Claud. (Reads front a Scroll.]

And some such strange ball leap'd your father's cow,
Done to death by slanderous tongues

And got a calf in that same noble feat,
Was the Hero that here lies :

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked.
Gives her fame which never dies :
So the life, i hat died with shame,

Claud. For this I owe you : here come other reck-
Lives in death with glorious fame.

Which is the lady I must seize upon ! Conings. Hang thou there upon the tomb (Afixing it.

Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her, Praising her when I am dumb.

Claud. Why, then sbe's mine : Sweet, let me see

your face. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn

Leon. No, that you shall not till you take her hand
SONG.

Before this friar, and swear to marry her.
Pardon, Goddess of the night,

Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar;
Those that sler thy virgin knight ;

I am your husband, if you like of me.

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