May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfulness. There, Leonato, take her back again; Comes not that blood as modest evidence To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, that see her, that she were a maid, All you By these exterior shows? But she is none : Not to knit my soul to an approvéd wanton. Claud. I know what you would say: If I have You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, I never tempted her with word too large; Hero. And seemed I ever otherwise to you? Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: You seem to me as Dian in her orb; As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown : Claud. Leonato, stand I here? Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord? Claud. Let me but move one question to your daughter; And, by that fatherly and kindly power Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset! What kind of catechising call you this? Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name With any just reproach? Claud. Marry, that can Hero; Hero. I talked with no man at that hour, my lord. D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. I am sorry you must hear: Upon mine honor, Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so Without offense, to utter them. Thus, pretty lady, [Exeunt DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, and CLAUDIO. Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? Bene. How doth the lady? Beat. Dead, I think:-help, uncle! - Leon. O Fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not? Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Washed it with tears? Hence from her; let her die. Friar. Hear me a little; For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, Leon. Friar, it cannot be : Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know none: If I know more of any man alive Prove you that any man with me conversed At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Maintained the change of words with any creature, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Whiles it was ours. So will it fare with Claudio: Friar. There is some strange misprision in the And every lovely organ of her life Princes. Shall come appareled in more precious habit, Bene. Two of them have the very bent of More moving-delicate and full of life, honor; And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies. Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed: then shall he mourn (If ever love had interest in his liver), Leon. I know not: If they speak but truth of And wish he had not so accuséd her; her, No, though he thought his accusation true. These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Let this be so, and doubt not but success Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf Change slander to remorse; that is some good: That what we have we prize not to the worth Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day Perhaps is but prolonged; have patience, and endure. [Exeunt Friar, HERO, and LEONATO. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Beat. Yea, and I will weep awhile longer. Bene. I will not desire that. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee. Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Bene. Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero? Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you. By Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Sexton. What else, fellow? 1st Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, master gentleman Con- upon his words to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. Masters, do you serve God? rade. Con. Bora. } Yea, sir, we hope. Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve God:and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains! - Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves? Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Dogb. A marvelous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him. Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Dogb. Well, stand aside. - 'Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have writ down you are none? that they Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O, that he were here to write me down—an ass! but, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. - No, thou Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch come forth: - Masters, I charge you in the Prince's name, accuse these men. 1st Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved the Prince's brother, was a villain. upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, Dogb. Write down Prince John a villain. Why this is flat perjury, to call a Prince's brother villain. Bora. Master constable, Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one thy look, I promise thee. that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down an ass! [Exeunt. |