Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis, for I hear as good Exclamation on your Worship as of any Man in the City, and tho' I be but a poor Man, I am glad to hear it. Verg. And fo am I. Leon. I would fain know what you have to fay. Verg. Marry, Sir, our Watch to Night, excepting your Worship's Prefence, have tane a couple of as arrant Knaves, as any in Messina. Dogb. A good old Man, Sir, he will be talking as they fay, when the Age is in, the Wit is out, God help us, it is a World to fee: Well faid i'faith, Neighbour Verges, well, God's a good Man, and two Men rides an Horfe, one must ride behind, an honeft Soul i'faith Sir, by my Troth he is, as ever broke Bread, but God is to be worshipt, all Men are not alike, alas good Neighbour. Leon. Indeed Neighbour he comes too short of you. Leon. I must leave you. Dogb. One word, Sir, our Watch have indeed comprehended two afpicious Perfons, and we would have them this Morning examin'd before your Worship. Leon. Take their Examination your felf, and bring it me, I am now in great hafte, as may appear unto you. Dogb. It fhall be fuffigance. Leon. Drink fome Wine e'er you go: Fare you well. Meff. My Lord, they ftay for you to give your Daughter to her Husband. Leon. I'll wait upon them. I am ready. [Ex. Leonato. Dagb. Go good Partner, go get you to Francis Seacoale, bid him bring his Pen and Inkhorn to the Goal; we are now to examine thofe Men. Verg. And we must do it wifely. Dogb. We will fpare for no Wit I warrant you; here's that fhall drive fome of them to a non-come, only get the learn'd Writer to fet down our Excommunication, and meet me at the Goal. [Exeunt. АСТ ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter D. Pedro, D. John, Leonato, Frier, Claudio, Benedick, Leon. Hero and Beatrice. OME Frier Francis, be brief, only to the plain form of Marriage, and you shall recount their particular Duties afterwards. Frier. You come hither, my Lord, to marry this Lady. Claud. No. Leon. To be marry'd to her, Frier, you come to marry her. Frier. Lady, you come hither to be marry'd to the Count. Hero. I do. Frier. If either of you know any inward Impediment why you should not be conjoin'd, I charge you on your Souls to utter it. Claud.. Know you any, Hero? Friar. Know you any, Count? Leon. I dare make his Answer, None. Claud. O what Men dare do! what Men may do! what Men daily do! Bene. How now! Interjections? why then, fome be of laughing, as ha, ha, he. Claud. Stand thee by, Frier: Father by your Leave, Will you with free and unconstrained Soul Give me this Maid your Daughter? Leon. As freely, Son, as God did give her me. Claud. And what have I to give you back, whofe worth May counterpoife this rich and precious Gift? Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again, Cland. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble Thankfulness : There Leonato, take her back again. Give not this rotten Orange to your Friend, She's but the fign and femblance of her Honour: Behold how like a Maid fhe blushes here! O what authority and fhew of Truth Comes Comes not that Blood, as modeft Evidence, Not knit my Soul to an approved Wanton. And made Defeat of her Virginity Claud. I know what you would fay: If I have known her, You will fay, fhe did embrace me as a Husband, And fo extenuate the forehand Sin. No, Leonato, I never tempted her with Word too large, But as a Brother to his Sifter, fhew'd Bashful Sincerity, and comely Love, Hero. And feem'd I ever otherwise to you? As chafte as is the Bud e'er it be blown: But you are more intemperate in your Blood Hero. Is my Lord well, that he doth fpeak fo wide? I ftand difhonour'd, that have gone about To link my dear Friend to a common Stale. Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream? Hero. True! O God! Claud. Leonato, ftand 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 fo; but what of this, my Lord? Claud. Let me but move one Question to your Daughter, And by that fatherly and kindly Power That you have in her, bid her anfwer truly. Leon. Leon. I charge thee do fo, as thou art my Child. Hero. O God defend me, how am I befet! What kind of catechizing call you this? Leon. To make you anfwer truly to your Name. Here. Is it not Hero? who can blot that Name With any juft Reproach? Claud. Marry that can Hero, Hero her felf can blot out Hero's Virtue. Hero. I talk'd with no Man at that Hour, my Lord. John. Fie, fie, they are not to be nam'd, my Lord, There is not Chastity enough in Language, Without Offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty Lady Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadft thou been, Leon. Hath no Man's Dagger here a Point for me? Beat. Dead I think: Help, Uncle. Hero! why Hero! Uncle! Signior Benedick! Frier! Leon, Leon. O Fate! take not away thy heavy Hand, Death is the faireft Cover for her Shame That may be wish'd for. Beat. How now, Coufin Hero? Frier. Have Comfort, Lady. Leon. Doft thou look up? Frier. Yea, wherefore fhould fhe not? Leon. Wherefore? Why doth not every earthly thing This Shame derives it felf from unknown Loins? Bene. Sir, Sir, be patient; for my part, I am so attired in Wonder, I know not what to say. Beat. O on my Soul my Coufin is bely'd. Bene. Lady, were you her Bedfellow laft Night? I have this Twelvemonth been her Bedfellow. Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O that is stronger made, Which was before barr'd up with Ribs of Iron. Would the Prince lie? and Claudio would he lie, Who lov'd her fo, that speaking of her Foulness, 3 Wash'd |