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young squarer? now, that will make a voyage with heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : him to the devil ?

I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from hiss Mess. He is most in the company of the right heart. Doble Claudio.

Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a dis- forsworn.-Let me bid you welcome, my lord : ease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and being reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble you all duty. Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, it will D. John. I thank you : I am not of many words, cost hiin a thousand pound ere he be cured.

but I thank you. Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.

Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Beat. Do, good friend.

D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go toLeon. You will never run mad, niece.

gether. (Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio. Beat. No, not till a hot January.

Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter Mess. Don Pedro is approached.

of signior Leonato ? Enter Don Pedro, attended by Balthazar, and

Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her.

Claud, Is she not a modest young lady? others, Don John, Claudio, and Benedick.

Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come should do, for my simple true judgment; or would to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is you have me speak after my custom, as being a proto avoid cost, and you encounter it.

fessed tyrant to their sex? Leo. Never came trouble to my house in the

Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judge likeness of your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort should remain ; but, when you depart from

Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for a me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave. high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too lit

D. Pedro. You embrace your charge2 too wil- tle for a great praise: only this commendation I can lingly.--I think, this is your daughter.

afford her; that were she other than she is, she were Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her ? not like her. Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you thee tell me truly how thou likest her?

Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport ; a child. D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may

Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly,

her? the lady fathers hersell :-Be happy, lady! for you

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel ? are like an honourable father.

Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak Bene. Il signior Leonato be her father, she would you this with a sad brow? or do you play the floutnot have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina, ing jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and as like him as she is.

Vulcan a rare corpenter ? Come, in what key shall Bene. I wonder, that you will still be talking, a man take you, to go in the song ? signior Benedick; no body marks you.

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain! are you get ever I looked on. bsing?

Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see Beal. Is it possible, disdain should die, while no such matter: there's her cousin, an she were not she hath such meet food to feed it, as signior' Bene- possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in dick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, is beauty, as the first of May doth the last of Decemyou come in her presence.

ber. But I hope you have no intent to turn husBene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat:-But it is band; have you ? certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted :

Cland. I would scarce trust myself, though I had and I would I could find in my heart that I had not sworn the contrary, it Hero would be my wife. a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Hath not the Beal. A dear happiness to women; they would world one man, but he will wear his cap with else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threethank God, and my cold blood, I am of your hu-Iscore again? Go to, i'faith; an thou wilt needs pour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at

thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is re

turned to seek you. Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall'scape a predesti

Re-enter Don Pedro. mite scratched face.

Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'were such a face as yours were.

D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that

you followed not to Leonato's ? Rene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. Beal. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast

Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me

to tell. of vours. Bene. I would my horse had the speed of your

D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. tongue; and so good a continuer: But keep your as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on

Bene, You hear, count Claudio: I can be secret way of God's name; I have done. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know He is in love. With who?—now that is your grace's

my allegiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance:you of old. D. Pedro. This is the sum of all : Leonato, - Leonato's short daughter.

part.- Mark, how short his answer is:—With Hero, signior Claudio, and signior Benedick,-my dear

Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. friend Leonato, hath invited you all. I tell him, we shall stay here at the least a month ; and helit was not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so,

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, nor

Claul. Il my passion change not shortly, God (1) Quarrelsome fellow. (2) Trust. forbid it should be otherwise.

D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady; D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it is very well worthy.

but how,
Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
Claud. And, in taith, my lord, I spoke inine. Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?

Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir ; I spoke mine

Dost thou affect her, Claudio ? Cland. That I love her, I feel.


0, my lord, D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. When you went onward on this ended action,

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be Lookd upon her with a soldier's eye, loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the That liked, but had a rougher task in hand opinion that tire cannot melt out of me; I will die Than to drive liking to the name of love : in it at the .tike.

But now I ain return'd, and that war-thoughts D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic Have left their places vacant, in their rooms in the despite of beauty.

Come thronging soft and delicate desires, Claul. And never could maintain his part, but All prompting me how fair young Hero is, in the force of his will.

Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars, Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her; D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, that she brought me up, I likewise give her most And tire the hearer with a book of words: humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat. If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it ; winded in my forehead, or hang my buglea in an And I will break with her, and with her father, invisible baldric, all women shall pardon me. Be- And thou shalt have her : Was't not to this end, cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? I will do myself the right to trust none; and the Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, fine is (for the which I may go the finer,) I will That know love's griet by his complexion ! live a bachelor.

But lest my liking might too sudden seem, D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. with love,

D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hun

than the flood ? ger, my lord: not with love: prove, that ever I The fairest grant is the necessity : Pose more blood with love, than I will get again Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lor’st; with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-And I will fit thee with the remedy. maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a I know, we shall have revelling to-night; brothel-house, for the sign of blind Cupid. I will assume thy part in some disguise,

D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ; faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and And take her hearing prisoner with the force shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clap- And strong encounter of my amorous tale : ped on the shoulder, and called Adam.*

Then, after, to her father will I break; D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :

And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine : In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. In practice let us put it presently. (Exeunt.

Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, SCENE II.A room in Leonato's house. Enand set thein in my forehead: and let me be vilcly

ter Leonato and Antonio. painted; and in such great letters as they write, Here is good horse lo hire, let them signify under

Leon. How now, brother? where is my cousin, my siyn, -Here you may sée Benedick The inarried your son? Hath he provided this music?

Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I Cland. If this should ever happen, thou would'st can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed be horti-mad.

not of. D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his

Leon. Are they good ? quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.

Ant. As the event stamps them; but they kave Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

a good cover, they show well outward. The prince D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the and count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick, alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard repair to Leonato's; commend me to him, and icli by a man of mine : The prince discovered to Clauhim, I will not fail him at supper ; for, indeed, he dio, that he loved my niece your daughter, and hath made great preparation.

Imeant to acknowledge it this night in a dance ; Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for and, if he found her accordant, he meant to take such an embassage ; and so I commit you the present time by the top, and instantly break

Cloud. To the tuition of God: From my house with you of it. (if I had it)

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this ? D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him, friend, Benedick.

and question him yourself. Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of. Leon. No, no, we will hold it as a dream, till your discourse is sometime guarded with frag- it appears itself:--but I will acquaint my daughter ments, and the guards are but slightly basted on withal, that she may be the better prepared for an neither: ere you flout old ends any further, examine answer, if peradventure this be truc. Go you, and your conscience; and so I leave you. [Erit Bene. tell her of it. , [Several persons cross the stage.] Claud. My licye, your highness now may do me Cousins, you know what you have to do.-0,1 good.

cry you mercy, friend; you go with me, and i (1) The tune sounded to call off the dogs. (4) The name of a famous archer. (5) Trimmed. (2) Hunting-horn. (3) Girdle.

|(6) Once for all. (7) Thickly interwoven.


both sure,

will use your skill : Good cousins, have a care hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross this busy time.

(Ereunt. him any way, I bless myself every way: You are

and will assist me? SCENE III. Another room in Leonato's house.

Con. To the death, my lord.
Enter Don John and Conrade.

D. John. Let us to the great supper ; their Con. What the goujere,' my lord! why are you the cook were of my mind !—Shall we go prove

cheer is the greater, that I am subdued: Would thus out of measure sad?

D. Jolin. There is no measure in the occasion what's to be done? that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt. Con. You should hear reason.

D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing bringeth it?

ACT II. Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient surferance.

SCENE I-A hall in Leonato's house. Enter D. John. I wonder that thou being (as thou Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and others. say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief.

Leon. Was not count John here at supper ? I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I Ant. I saw him not, have cause, and smile at no man': jests; eat when Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never I have a stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after. sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw? no

Beal. He were an excellent man, that were man in his humour.

made just in the mid-wav between him and BeneCon. Yea, but you must not make the full show dick: the one is too like an image, and says of this, till you may do it without controlment. nothing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest You have of late stood out against your brother, son, evermore tattling. and he hath ta’en you newly into his grace; where

Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in it is impossible you should take true root, but by count John's mouth, and half count John's melan. the fair weather that you make yourself: it is choly in signior Benedick's face, needful that you frame the season for your own

Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, harvest.

and money enough in his purse, such a man would D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, win any woman in the world, --if he could get her than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood good will. to be disdained of all,'than to fashion a carriage Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get to rob love from any : 'in this, though I cannot be thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. suid to be a flattering honest man, it must not be

Ant. In faith, she is too curst. á nied that I am a plain-dealing villain. I am

Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall les. trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a sen God's sending that way: for it is said, God cloz; therefore I have 'decreed not to sing in my sends a curst cow short hořns; but to a cow too care; if I had my mouth, I would bite; it I had curst he sends none. my liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you tina, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

no horns, Con. Can you make no use of your discontent?

Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every Who comes here? What news, Borachio?

morning and evening : Lord! I could not endure

a husband with a beard on his face; I had rather Enter Borachio.

lie in the woollen, Bora. I cime yonder from a great supper ; the

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath prince, your brother, is royally entertained by no beard. Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an

Beal. What should I do with him ? dress him intended marriage.

in my apparel, and make him my waiting gentleD. John. Will it serve for any model to build woman? He that hath a beard, is more than a mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a himself to unquietness ?

min: and he that is more than a youth is not for Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.

me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ?

him. Therefore, I will even take sixpence in Bor 1. Even he.

earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell. D. John. A proper squire! And who, and who?

Leon. Well then, go you into hell ? which wav looks he?

Beat. No, but to the gate; and there will the Bori. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on of Leonato.

his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get D. John. A very forward March chick! How you to heaven ; here's no place for you malds : 80 came you to this?

deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I the heavens ; he shows me where the bachelors was smoking a musty room, comes me the prince sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long. and Claudio, hand in hand, in sadi conference: I

Ant. Well, niece, (To Hero.] I trust, you will whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it be ruled by your father. arreed upon, that the prince should woo Hero for

Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make himself

, and having oblained her, give her to count courtesy; and say, Father, as it please you :-but Claudio.

vet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fel. D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may low, or else make another courtesy, and say, For prove food to my displeasure : that young start-up ther, as it please me. (1) The venereal disease. (2) Flatter.

(3) Dog-rose.

(4) Serious,

Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and fitted with a husband.

there's an end. Beat. Not till God make men of some other Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so. metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Bene. No, you shall pardon me. to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? to make an account of her life to a clod of way- Bene. Not now. waid marl? No, uncle, l'll none : Adam's sons are Beat. That I was disdainful,-and that I had my my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to match in good uit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-Well, my kindred.

this was signior Benedick that said so. *Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you: Bene. What's he? if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. your answer.

Bene. Not I, believe me. Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, ir Beat. Did he never make you laugh ? you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too Bene. I pray you, what is he?. important,' tell him, there is measure in every Beal. Why, he is the prince's jester : 4 very dull thing, and so dance out the answer. Fcr hear me, fool; only his gift is in devising impossible* slanHero; wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a ders: none but libertines delight in him; and the Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first commendarion is not in his wit, but in his villany ; suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as for he buth pleascth men, and angers them, and fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a hen they laugh at him, and beat him : I am sure, measure full of state and ancieniry; and then he is in the fleet; I would he had boarded me. comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into what you say. his grave.

Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. two on me, which peradventure, not marked, or

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and church by day-light.

then there's a partridge's wing saved, for the fool Leon. The revellers are entering ; brother, make will eat no supper that night. (Music within.] We good room.

inust follow the leaders.

Bene. In every good thing.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar;
Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and them at the next turning.

Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave others, masked.

(Dance. Then exeunt all but Don John, D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your

Borachio, and Claudio. friend ?2

D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, Hero. So

you walk softly, and look sweetly, and and hath withdrawn her father to beak with him say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and espe- about it: the ladies follow her, and but one visor cially, when I walk away.

remains. D. Pedro. With me in your company ?

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his Hero. I may say so, when I please.

bearing.. D. Pedro. And when please you to say so ? D. John. Are not you signior Benedick?

Hero. When I like your favour: for God de- Claud. You know me well; I am he. fend," the lute should be like the case!

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; I pray you, the house is Jove.

dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth: Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. you may do the part of an honest man in it. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

Clauit. How know you he loves her ?.

(Takes her aside. D. John. I heard him swear his affection. Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Bura. So did I too; and he swore he would Marg. So would not 1, for your own sake; for 1 marry her to-niiht. have many ill qualities.

D. John. Coine, let us to the banquet. Bene. Which is one ?

(Exeunt Don John and Borachio. Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.

'Tis certain so ;-the prince woos for himself. Marg. God match me with a good dancer! Friendship is constant in all other things, Balth. Amen.

Save in the off ce and affairs of love: Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; the dance is done!-Answer, clerk.

Let every eye negotiate for itself,
Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered. And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch,

Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.” Antonio.

This is an accident of hourly proof, Ant. At a word, I am not.

Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Hero! Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Re-enter Benedick. Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless Bene. Count Claudio ? you were the very man: Here's his dry hand up Claud. Yea, the same. and down; you are he, you are he.

Btne. Come, will you go with me? Ant. At a word, I am not,

Claud. Whither ? Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? busine3s, count. What fashion will you wear the

igarland of? About your neck, like a usurer's (1) Importunate. (2) Lover. (3) Forbid. Incredible. (5) Accosted.

(6) Carriage, demeanour. (7) Passion.

cry Amen.

the post.

chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's in hell, as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purscarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince pose, because they would go thither; so, indeed, all hath got your Hero.

disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her. Claud." I wish him joy of her.

Re-enter Claudio and Beatrice. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; 60 they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. would have served you thus?

Bene. Will your grace command me any service Cland. I pray you, leave me.

to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the

farthest inch of Asia ; bring you the length of PresClaud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Erit. ter John's foot;, fetch you a hair off the great

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep Cham's beard ; do you any embassage to the Piginto sedges. --But, that my lady Beatrice should mies, rather than hold three words' conference with know me, and not know me! The prince's fool !— this harpy: You have no employment for me? Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because I am D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good commerry.-Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: pany. I am not so reputed: it is the base, the bitter dis- Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I canposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her not endure my lady Tongue.

(Exit. person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be re- D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the venged as I may.

heart of signior Benedick. Re-enler Don Pedro, Hero, and Leonato.

Beal. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and

I gave him use» for it, a double heart for his single D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count ? Jone: marry, once before, he won it of me with Did you see him ?

false dice, therefore your grace may well say, I Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of have lost it. lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you lod te in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told have put him down. him true, that your grace had got the good will of Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, this young lady; and I offered him my company to lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being D. Pedro. Why, how now; count? wherefore worthy to be whipped.

are you sad ? D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Claud. Not sad, my lord.

Bene. The dat transgression of a school-boy; D. Pedro. How then? Sick ? who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, Claud. Neither, my lord. shows it his companion, and he steals it.

Beat. The count is neither sad nor sick, nor D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgres- merry, nor well : but civil, count; civil as an sion? The transgression is in the stealer. orange, and something of that jealous complexion.

Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had D. Pedro, l'faith, lady, I think your blazon to been made, and the garland too; for the garland be true; though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conhe might have worn himself; and the rod he might ceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stol'n name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with his bird's nest.

her father, and his good will obtained : name the D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and re- day of marriage, and God give thee joy! store them to the owner.

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, my faith, you say honestly.

and all grace say Amen to it! D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue, 4 you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I her, she is much wronged by you.

were but little happy, if I could say how much.Bene. O, she misused ine past the endurance of Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. would have answered her; my very visor began to Beat. Speak, cousin; or if you cannot, stop his assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. thinking I had been mysell, that I was the prince's D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. Jester ; that I was duller than a great thaw; hud- Beat. Yta, my lord; I thank it, poor sool, it dling jest upon jest, with such impossible' convey- keeps on the windy side of care:–My cousin tells ance, upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, him in his ear, that he is in her heart. with a whole army shooting at me: she speaks Claud. And so she doth, cousin. poniards, and every word stabs : if her breath were Beat. Good lord, for alliance !--Thus goes every as terrible as her terminations, there were no living one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I may near her, she would infect to the north star. I sit in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a husband. would not marry her, though she were endowed D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. with all that Adam had left him before he trans- Beat. I would rather have one of your father's gressed: she would have made Hercules have getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? turned spit; yea, and have cleft his club to make Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could the fire too.' Comc, talk not of her; you shall find come by them. her the infernal Atéin good apparel. I would to D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady? God, some scholar would conjure her; for, cer- Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another tainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet for working-days:- your grace is too costly to wear

every day :-But, I beseech your grace, pardon (1) Incredible. (2) The Goddess of Discord. (3) Interest. (4) Turn: a phrase among the players.

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