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me; I was bom to speak all mirth, and no matter. D. John. Show me briefly how.

D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, be merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the you were born in a merry hour.

waiting gentlewoman to Hero. Beal. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd ; but D. John, I remember. then there was a star danced, and under that was Bora, I can, at any unseasonable instant of the I born.-Cousins, God give you joy!

night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamLeon. Niece, will you look to those things I told ber-window.

D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of Beal. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's this marriage ? pardon.

[Exit Beatrice. Bura. The poison of that lies in you to temper. D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. Go you to the prince your brother: spare not to

Leon. There's little of the melancholy element tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in marin her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she rying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation de sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of un- such a one as Hero, happiness, and waked herself with laughing. 1), John. What proof shall I make of that?

D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex husband.

Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: look you Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her woo- for any other issue? ers out of suit.

D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour D. Pedro, She were an excellent wise for Bene- any thing. dick.

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week Don Pedro and the count Claudio, alone: tell them, married, they would talk themselves mad.

that you know that Hero loves me; intend' a kind D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as-in love to church?

of your brother's honour who hath made this Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on match; and his friend's reputation, who is thus crutches, tili love have all his rites.

like to be cozened with the semblance of a maid, Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is that you have discovered thus. They will scarcely hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too, beli ve this without trial: offer them instances; to have all things answer my mind.

which shall bear no less likelihood, than to see me D. Pedro. Come, you shike the head at so long at her chamber-window ; hear me call Margaret, a hreathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, tx Hero; hear Margaret ferm me Borachio, and time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, bring them to see this, the very night before the ina undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is, toteuded wedding: for, in the mean time, I will so bring signior Benedick, and the lady Beatrice into fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; and a mountain of affection, the one with the other. I there shall appear such sceming truth of Hero's would fain have it a match; and I doubt not bui dislovalty, thai jealousy shall be called assurance, to fashion if you thrce will but minister such and all the preparation overthrown. assistance as I shall give you direction.

D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the works ten nights' watchings.

ing this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats, Claul. And I, my lord,

Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero?

my cunning shall not shame me, Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to D. John. I will presently go learn their day of help my cousin to a good husband.

marriage,

(Ercunt, B. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest SCENE III.-Leonato's Garden. Enter Benehusband that I know : thus far can I praise him ; he is of a noble strain,' of approved valour, and

dick and a Boy. confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to hu- Bene. Boy,-mour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with

Boy. Signior. Benedick:--and I, with your two helps, will so Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick it hither to me in the orchard. wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love

Boy. I am here already, sir. with Beatrice. if we can do this, Cupid is no Bene. I know that ;-but I would have thee longer an archer; his glory shall be ours, for we hence, and here again. Eril Boy.)-1 do mich are the only lovc-gods. Go in with me, and I will wonder, that one man, secing how much another tell you my drist.

(Exeunt. man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to SCENE II.-Another room in Leonato's house, love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow Enter Don John and Borachio.

Collies in others, become the argument of his own

scorn, by falling in love: and such a man is ClauD. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry dio. I have kaswn, when there was no music with the daughter of Leonato.

him but the drum and fife, and now had he rather Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. hear the tabor and the pipe: I have krown, when

D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see a good will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displea- armour; and now will he lic ten nights awake, sure to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was affection, ranges evenly with mine. How canst wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an thou cross this marriage ?

honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turned or. Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly thographer'; his words are a very fantastical banthat so dishonesty shall appear in me.

quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so

converted, and sce with these eyes? I cannot tell, (1) Lineage (2) Fastidious. (3) Pretend. I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may

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transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath Bene. (1side.) An he had been a dog, that on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall should have howled thus, they would have hanged never make me such a fool. One woman is fair ; him: and I pray God, his bad voice bode no misyet I am well: another is wise ; yet I am welli chief! ! had as liet' have heard the nighi-raven, another virtuous; yet I am well: 'but tiil all graces come what plague could have come after it. be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my 1). Pedro. Yca, marry; 1To Claudio.)- Dost grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or thou h ar, Balihazar? I pray thee, get us some I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapei her; thir, excellent music; for to-morrow night we would or I'll never look on her; mild, or come mi var have it at the lady Hero': chamber-window. me; noble, or not I for an an el; of koud die Balth. The best I can; my lord, course, an excellent musician, and her hair hall! D. Pedro, Do so: farewell. (Ereunt Balthazar be of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and music.) Come hither, Leonato: What was it aud monsieur Love! I will hide me m the ai bour. 'you told me of o-day? That your niece Beatrice

[Withuraus. was in love with signior Benedik?

Claud. 0,ay:--Stalk on, stalk Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio.

on ;

the fowl sits.

(Asule to Pedro.) I did 'never think that lady D. Pedro. Come, s'all we hear this music? would have loved any man. Claul. Yea, my good lord: How still the

Leon. No, nor I neiihtr; but most wonderful evening is,

that she should so dole on signior Beni dick, " hon As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! she hath in all outward behaviours secmed ever to D. Pedro. See you where Bened.ck hath hid abhor. himself?

Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner ? Claud. O, very well, my lord: the music ended,

(Aside. We'll fit the kid-fox' with a penny-worth.

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what Enter Balthazar, with music.

to think of it; but that she loves him with an enD. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that raged affection; – it is past the intinite of thought.*

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit, song again.

Claud. 'Faith, like enouth. Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice Leon. O God! counterfeit! There never was To slander music any more than once.

counterfeit of passion came so near the life of pasD. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, sion, as she discovers it. To put a stranze face on his own perfection:

D. Pedro. Why,what effects of passion shows she? I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite. Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;

(Aside. Since many a wooer doth commence liis suit Leon. What effects, my lord ? She will sit you,To her he ihinks not worthy; yet he woos;

You heard my daughter tell you how. Yet will he swear, he loves.

Cland. She did indeed. D. Pedro,

Nay, pray thee, come: 0r, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze

me: I would have thought her spirit had been inDo it in notes.

vincible against all assaults of affection. Bilh.

Note this before my notes, Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; There's not a no:c of mine that's worth the noting. especially against Benedick. D. Pedro. Why, these are very crotchets that he

Bene. (Asiile.] I should think this a full, but speaks;

that the white-bearded tellow speaks it : knavery Note, note, forsooth, and noting ! (Music.

cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his soul ravish

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it up: ed!-Is it not stranre, that sheep's guls should

[Aside hale souls out of men's bodies ?-Well, a horn for D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known my money, when all's done.

to Benedick? Balthazar sings.

Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's

her 'orment. 1.

Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, says: Shall I, says she, that have so ofl encolina Men were deceirers ever;

tered him with scorn, write to him that I cve him ? One fool in sen, anl one or shore;

Leon. This says she now when she is beginning To one thing constant never :

10 write to him: for she'll be up tren'y ti es a Then sich not so,

night; and there will she sit in her smock, till she Bul let them go,

have writ a sheet of paper :- my daughter tells
And be you blit! and bonny ;
Converting all your sounds of 200 Cland. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, re-
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

member a pretty jest your daughter told us of.

Lron. 0 !- When she had writ it, and was Sing no more dillics, sing no mo's

reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice

between the sheet?
of dumps so dull and heary;

Claud. That.
The fraud of men was erer so,
Since summe · first was leavy.

Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand

hall-pence; railcd at hersell, that she should be so Then sigh not so, &c.

immodest to write to one that she knew would fout D. Pedro, By my troth, a good song.

her : I measure him, says she, by my own spiril; Balth. And an ill singer, my lord.

for I should fout him, if he wril to me, yea, D. Pedro. Ha? no, no, faith; thou singest wellsthough I love him, I should. enough for a shist.

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, (1) Young or cub-for. (2) Longer. (3) Beyond the power of thought to **nceive.

us all.

II.

weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, Benedick advances from above. curses :-O'sweet Benedick! God give me patience!

Bene. This can be no trick: the conference was Leon, She doth, indeed; my daughter says so : and the ecstasyi hath so much overborne her, thai sadly borne. S—They have the truth of this from my daughter is sonetimes afraid she will do á des- II.ro. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her

atlections have their full bent. Love me! why, it pcrate outrage to herseli'; It is very true.

D. Pedro. It were good that Benedick knew or must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they it by some other, if she will not discover it.

say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the Claud, To what end? He would make but a

love come from her; they say too, that she will sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse,

rather die than give any sigo of affection.-I did D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to never think to marry :-I must not seem proud :hang him : she's an excellent sweet lady ; and, out 11appy are they that hear their detractions, and of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

can put them to mending. They say, the lady is Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness : and vir D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick.tuous ;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it ; and wise, but

Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating for loving me:-By my troth, it is no addition to her in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that wit; nor no great argument of her folly, for I will blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have

be horribly in love with her.-I may chance have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian. some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on

D. Pedro. I would she had bestowed this dotage me, because I have railed so long against maron me; I would have datf?d? all other respects, and riage :-But doth not the appetite alter ? A man made her half myself: I pray you, tell 'Benedick loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure of it, and hear what he will say.

in his age : shall quips, and sentences, and these Léon. Were it good, think you ?

paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the caClaud. Hero thinks surely, she will die: for she rear of his humour ? No: the world must be peopled. says, she will die if he love her not; and she will When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not die ere she makes her love known; and she will think I should live till I were married. Here comes die if he woo her, rather than she will 'bate one Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady; I do spy breath of her accustomed crossness.

some marks of love in her. D. Pedro, She doth well : it'she should make ten

Enter Beatrice, der of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; for the man, as youknow all, hath a contemptiblespirit. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you Claud. He is a very proper* man.

come in to dinner. D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. happiness.

Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful,

D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks I would not have come. that are like wit.

Bene. You take pleasure in the message? Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in the knife's point, and choke a daw withal:-You have managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for no stomach, signior: fare you well. (Eril, either be avoids them with great discretion, or un- Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent lo bid dertakes them with a most Christian-like fear. you come to dinner-there's a double meaning in

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily that. I took no more pains for those thanks, than keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to you took pains to thank me-that's as much as to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. say, Any pains that I take for you is as easy as

D. Pedro. And so will he do ; for the man doth thanks :-( I do not take pity of her, I am a vil. fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some lain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew: I will go large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for get her picture.

(Exit your niece: shall we go see Benedick, and tell him of her love?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear it out with good counsel.

ACT III. Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her SCENE 1.-Leonato's Garden. Enter Hero, heart out first. D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your

Margaret and Ursula. daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour ; well; and I could wish he would modestly examine There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice himself

, to see how much he is unworthy so good a Proposinge with the prince and Claudio: lady.

Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse

Claud. I'he do not dote on her upon this, I will Is all of her; say, that thou over heard'st us; never trust my expectation.

(Aside. And bid her steal into the pleached bower, D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun, her; and that must your daughter and her gentle- Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites, woman carry he sport will be, when they hold Made proud by princes, that advance their pride one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such Against that power that bred it :-there will she matter; ihat's the scene that I would see, which

hide her, will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to To listen our propose : this is thy office, call him in to dinner.

(Aside. Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. (Ereunl Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, pre

sently.

(Exit. (1) Alienation of mind. (2) Thrown off. 3) Contemptuous,

(4) Handsome. (5) Seriously carried on. (6) Discoursing.

in ;

Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, It were a better death than die with mocks ; As we do trace this alley up and down,

Which is as bad as die with tickling. Our talk must only be of Benedick:

Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say. When I do name hiin, let it be thy part

Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick, To praise him more than ever man did merit: And counsel him to fight against his passion : My talk to thee inust be, how Benedick

And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this matter To stain my cousin with: one doth noi know, Is little Cupid's crafiy arrow made,

How much an ill word may empoison liking. That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin; Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.

She cannot be so much without true judgment Erler Beatrice, behind.

(Having so swift and excellent a wit, For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs

As she is priz'd to have,) as to refuse Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick. Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish

Hero. Ile is the only man in Italy, Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,

Always excepted my dear Claudio. And greedily devour the treacherous bait :

Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, So angle we for Beatrice; who even now

Speaking iny fancy; signior Benedick, Is couched in the woodbine coverture :

For shape, for bearing, argument, and valour, Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Goes foremost in report through Italy. Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose

Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name. nothing

Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. or the false sweet bait that we lav for it

When are you married, madam ? [They advance to the bower.

Hero. Why, every day ;-to-morrow : come, go No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; I know, her spirits are as coy and wild

I'll show thee some attires; and have thy counsel, As haygards of the rock.'

Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
Urs.
But are you sure,

Urs. She's jim'd," I warrant you; we have That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?

caught her, madam. Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed

Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps : lord.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam ?

(Exeunt Hero and Ursula. Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it:

Beatrice advances.
But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with affection,

Beat. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? And never to let Beatrice know of it.

Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much 3 Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu ! Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,

No glory lives behind the back of such. As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?

And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee Hero. O god of love! I know, he doth deserve

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; As much as may be yielded to a man:

If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee But nature never fram'd a woman's heart

To bind our loves up in a holy band : of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :

For others say, thou dost deserve; and I Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,

Believe it better than reportingly.

[Eril. Misprising? what they look on ; and her wit SCENE II.-A room in Leonato's house. Enter Values itself so highly, that to her

Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato. All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of atlection,

D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be She is so self-endeared.

consummate, and then I go toward Arragon. Urs. Sure, I think so;

Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll And therefore, certainly, it were not good

vouchsafe me. She knew his love, lest she make sport at it. D. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in

Hero. Why, you speak truth: I never yet saw man, the new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, his new coat, and forbid him to wear it. I will only Bit she would spell him backward: if fair-fac’d, be bold with Benedick for his company; for, from She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister; ihe crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is If black, why, nature, drawing of an antic, all mirih; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowMade a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed; striny, and the little hangman dares not shoot at If low, an agate very vilely cut:

him : he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his Il speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds : tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his If silent, why, a block moved with none.

tongue speaks. So turns she every man the wrong side out; Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. And never gives to truth and virtue, that

Leon. So say l; methinks, you are sadder. Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

Claud. I hope, he be in love. Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. D. Pedro. Hang him, truant; there's no true

Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all fashions, drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable :

if he be sad, he wants money.
But who dare tell her so? IC I should speak, Bene. I have the tooth-ach.
She'd mock me into air ; 0, she would laugh me D. Pedro. Draw it.
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.

Bene. Hang it!
Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,

Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it astorConsume away in sighs, waste inwardly:

wards.

ab. Pedro. What? sigh for the tooth-ach ? (1) A species of hawk. (2) Undervaluing. (3) Ready. 4) Conversation.

(5) Ensar'd with birdlime.

Leon. Where is but a humour, or a worm? holds you well; and in dearness of heart hath holp

Bene. Well, every one can master a grief, but to effect your ensuing marriage: surely, suit ill he that has it.

spent, and labour ill bestowed i Claud. Yet say I, he is in love.

D. Peuro. Why, what's the matter? D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in D. John. I came hither to tell you; and, cirhim, unless it be a fancy thai he haih to strange dis- cumstances shortened, (for she hath been too long guises; as, to be a Duichman to-day; a Frenchman a talking of,) the lady is disloyal. to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries at Cland. Who? Hero ? once, as a German fiom the waist downward, ali D. John. Even she; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, slop;' and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no every man's Hero. doublet : unless he have a fancy to this loolery, as Claud. Disloyal ? it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you D. John. The word is too good to paint out her would have it appear he is.

wickedness; I could say, she were worse; think Claud, If he be not in love with some woman, you of a worse title, and I will fit her to it. 'Wonthere is no believing old signs: he brushes his hai der not till further warrant: go but with me to. o'mornings; what should that bode ?

night, you shall see her chamber-window entered; D. Pedro. Hath any manseen him at the barber's? even the night before her wedding-day: if you love

Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen her then, to-morrow wed her; but it would better with him; and the old ornament of his chcek hath fit your honour to change your mind. already stuffed tennis-balls.

Claud. May this be so ? Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by D. Pedro. I will not think it. the loss of a beard.

D. John. If you dare not trust that you see, con. D. Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet: can fess not that you know: if you will follow me, I you smell him out by that ?

will show you enough; and when you have seen Cluud. That's as much as to say, the sweet more, and heard more, proceed accordingly. youth's in love.

Claud. If I see any ihing to-ni ht why I should D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melan- not marry her to-morrow; in the congregation, choly.

where I should wed, there wilt I shame her. Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? D. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain

D. Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the her, I will join with thee to disgrace her. which, I hear what they say of him.

D. John. I will disparage her no farther, till you Caul. Nay, bat his jesting spirit; which is now are my witnesses : bear it coldly but till midnight, crent into a lutusring, and now governed by stops. and let the issue show itself.

D. Pelro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him: D. Pedro. O day untowardly turned ! conclude, conclude, he is in love.

Claul. O mischief strangely thwarting ! Cl2I.' Nay, but I know who loves him.

D. John. () plugue right well prevented! D. Pedro. That would I know too; I warrant, So will you say, when you have seen the sequel. one that knows him not.

[Exetini. Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in de

SCENE III.-A street. spite of all, des for him.

Enter Dogberry and D. Pedro. She shall be buried with her face up

Verges, with the Watch. wards.

Dogb. Are you good men and true? Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach.- Very. Yea, or else it were pity but they should Old siznior, walk aside with me: I have studied suffer salvation, body and soul. eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for these hobby-horses in ist not hear.

hem, if they should have any allegiance in thein, (Ereuni Benedick and Leonato. being chosen for the prince's watch. D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour Beatrice.

Dorberry: Claul. 'Tis even so: Hero and Margaret have Dogb. First, who think you the most desartless by this plaved their parts with Beatrice ; and then man to be constable. the two bears will not bite one another, when they 1 Watch. Huch Oatcake, sir, or George Scacoal; meet.

for they can write and read. Enter Don John.

Dogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal. God D. John. My lord and brother, God save you. hath blessed you with a good name: to be a wellD. Petro. Good den, brother.

favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write D. John. If your leisure served, I would speak and read comes by nature.

2 Walch. Both which, master constable, — D. Pelro. In private ?

Dogb. You have; I knew it would be your anD. John. If it please you ;-yet count Claudio swer. Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God muv hear; for whit I would speak of concerns him. Thanks, and make no boast of it; ard for your D. Pe tro. What's the matter ?

writing and reading, let that appear when there is D. John. Means your lordship to be married to- no need of such vanity. You are thought here to morrow ?

(To Claudio. be the most senseless and fit man for the constable D. Pelro. You know he does.

of the watch; therefore bear you the lantem: this D. John. I know not that, when he knows what is your charge; you shall comprehend all vagrom I know.

men: you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's ('aul. If there be any impediment, I pray you name. discover it.

2 Watch. How if he will not stand ? D. John. You may think I love you not; let Dogb. Why then, take no note of him, but let that appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that him go; and presently call the rest of the watch I now will manisest: for my brother, I think, he together, and inank God you are rid of a knave.

Verg. If he will not stand when he is bidden, he (1) Large loose breeches.

lis none of the prince's subjects.

with you,

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