Bora. Sir, I fay to you, we are none. To. Cl. Well, Stand afide, 'fore God they are both in a Tale; have you writ down they are none? Sexton. Mafter Town-Clerk, you go not the way to examine, you must call the Watch that are their Accufers. To. Cl. Yea, marry that's the eafieft Way, let the Watch come forth; Mafters, I charge you in the Prince's Name accuse these Men. I Watch. This Man faid, Sir, that Don John, the Prince's Brother, was a Villain. To. Cl. Write down, Prince John a Villain; why this is flat Perjury, to call a Prince's Brother Villain. Bora. Mafter Town-Clerk. To. Cl. Pray thee Fellow Peace, I do not like thy Look, I promise thee. Sexton, What heard you him fay elfe? z Watch. Marry, That he had receiv'd a thousand Ducats of Don John, for the accufing the Lady Hero wrong. fully. Kemp. Flat Burglary as ever was committed. Dog. Yea by th' Mass that it is. Sexton. What else Fellow? I Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his Words, to disgrace Hero before the whole Affembly, and not marry her. To. Cl. O Villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into everlasting Redemption for this. Sexton. What else? 2 Watch. This is all. Sexton. And this is more Mafters than you can deny, Prince John is this Morning fecretly ftol'n away: Hero was in this manner accus'd, in this very manner refus'd, and upon the Grief of this fuddenly dy'd. Mafter Conftable, let thefe Men be bound, and brought to Leonato; I will go before, and fhew him their Examination. Dog. Come, let them be opinion'd. Sexton. Let them be in the Hands of Coxcomb. [Exit. Dog. God's my Life, where's the Sexton? Let him write down the Prince's Officer Coxcomb, come, bind them, thou naughty Varlet. Conr. Conr. Away, you are an Afs, you are an Afs. Dog. Doft thou not fufpect my Place? doft thou not fufpect my Years? O that he were here to write me down an Afs! But Mafters, remember that I am an Afs, tho' it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an Afs; no thou Villain, thou art full of Piety, as fhall be prov'd upon thee by good Witnefs, I am a wife Fellow, and which is more, an Officer; and which is more an Houíholder; and which is more, as pretty a Piece of Flesh as any in Messina, and one that knows the Law, go to, and a rich Fellow enough, go to, and a Fellow that hath had Loffes, and one that hath two Gowns, and every thing handsome about him, bring him away; O that I had been writ down an [Exit. Afs. F Enter Leonato and Antonio. Am. If yod is not Wildon thus to fecond Grief, you go on thus, you will kill your felf, Against your self. Leon. I pray thee cease thy Counsel, But fuch a one whofe Wrongs doth fute with mine. Measure his Woe the length and breadth of mine, And I of him will gather Patience. Bb 3 But But there is no fuch Man; for Brother, Men To be fo moral, when he fhall endure The like himself; therefore give me no Counsel, Ant. Therein do Men from Children nothing differ. That could endure the Tooth-ach patiently; Ant. Yet bend not all the Harm upon your self, Leon. There thou speak'ft Reason, nay I will do so, And that fhall Claudio know, fo fhall the Prince, Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. Ant. Here comes the Prince and Claudio haftily. Pedro. Good den, good den, Claud: Good Day to both of you. Leon. Hear you, my Lords! Pedro. We have fome hafte, Leonato. well, my Lord. Leon. Some hafte, my Lord! well fare you well, my Are you fo hafty now? well all is one. Pedro. Nay do not quarrel with us, good old Man. Some of us would lye low. Claud. Who wrongs him? Leon, Marry thou doft wrong me, thou Diffembler thou: Nay never lay thy hand upon thy Sword, I fear thee not. Claud. Claud. Marry befhrew my Hand, If it should give your Age fuch Cause of Fear; Leon. Tush, tufh, Man, never fleer and jeft at me, As under Privilege of Age to brag, What I have done, being young, or what would do, I fay thou haft bely'd mine innocent Child, Thy Slander hath gone through and through her Heart, O in a Tomb where never Scandal slept, Leon. Thine Claudio, thine I fay. I'll prove it on his Body if he dare; Defpight his nice Fence, and his active Practice, Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Win me and wear me, let him answer me; Come, follow me Boy, come Sir Boy; come, follow me, Leon. Brother. Ant. Content your felf, God knows I lov'd my Neice, And he is dead, flander'd to Death by Villains, That dare as well answer a Man indeed, As I dare take a Serpent by the Tongue. Boys, Apes, Braggarts, Jacks, Milkfops. Leon. Brother Anthony. Ant. Hold you content; what Man? I know them, yea 'And what they weigh, even to the utmost Scruple: Leon. But Brother Anthony: Ant. Come, 'tis no mater, Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your Patience; My Heart is forry for your Daughter's Death; But on my Honour, fhe was charg'd with nothing But what was true, and very full of Proof. Leon. My Lord, my Lord. Pedro. I will not hear you. Enter Benedick. Leon. No! come Brother away, I will be heard. [Exeunt ambo. Ant. And fhall, or fome of us will fmart for it. Pedro. See, fee, here comes the Man we went to seek. Cland. Now Signior, what News? Bene. Good Day, my Lord. Pedro. Welcome Signior; you are almoft come to part almost a Fray. Cland. We had like to have had our two Nofes fnapt off with two old Men without Teeth. Pedro. Leonato and his Brother; what thinkft thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them. Bene. In a falfe Quarrel there is no true Valour: I came to feek you both. Cland. We have been up and down to feek thee, for we are high proof Melancholly, and would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy Wit? Bene. It is in my Scabbard; fhall I draw it? Pedro. Doft thou wear thy Wit by thy Side? Claud. Never any did fo, tho' very many have been be fide their Wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the Minstrels draw to pleasure us. Pedro. As I am an honeft Man he looks pale: Art thou Sick, or Angry? Cland |