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bear her in hand until they come to take hands ;/ God should go before such villains !-Masters, it and then with publick accusation, uncoyer'd slan- lis proved already that you are little better than der, unmitigated rancour,--O God, that I were al false knaves, and it will go near to be thought so man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. shortly: How answer you for yourselves? Bene. Hear me, Beatrice!
15! Conr. Marry, sir, we say, we are none. Beat. Talk with a man out at a window?-a Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ; proper saying!
but I will go about with him.—Come you hither, Bene. Nay, but Beatrice;
sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is Beat. Sweet Hero !--she is wrong'd, she is thought you are false kuaves. slander'd, she is undone.
10 Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Bene. Beat
Dogh. Well, stand aside. — Fore God, they · Beat. Princes and counties?! Surely, a princely are both in a tale:-Have you writ down—that testimony, a goodly count-comfect; a sweet gal- they are none ? lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! Sexton. Master constable, you go pot the way or that I had any friend would be a man for my 15 to examine; you must call the watch that are sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, va- their accusers. lour into compliment, and men are only turn'd in- | Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way:to tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as va- Let the watch come torth: Masters, I charge you Jiant as Hercules, that only tells a lye, and swears in the prince's name accuse these men. it:-- I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore 120
Entor Watchmell. will die a woman with grieving.
| 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, i the prince's brother, was a villain. love thee.
| Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain:Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother swearing by it.
125 -villain. Bine. Think you in your soul, the count Clau- 1 Bora. Master constable, dio hath wrong'd Hero?
Dogh. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like Beat. Yea, as sure as I have thought, or a thy look, I promise thee. soul.
Serton. What heard you him say else? Beat. Enough, I am engag'd, I will challenge 30 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thouhim; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you :- sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear ac- Hero wrongfully. count: As you hear of me, so think of me. Go Dogh. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. comfort your cousin! I must say, she is dead ; | Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. and so farewell.
[Ereunt. 35 Serton. What else, leilow? SCEN E II.
1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean,
upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the A Prison.
whole assembly, and not marry her. Enter Dogberry, Verges, Borachio, Conrade, the Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into
Town Clerk and Sexton in gowns. 140 everlasting redemption for this. Dogú. Is our whole dissembly appear'd?
Serton. What else? Verg, 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! 2 IVatch. This is all. Sexton. Which be the malefactors?
| Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. I deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen
Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhi-45 away; Hero was in this manner accus'd, in this bition to examine.
very manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this, Serton. But which are the offenders that are to suddenly dy'd.-Master constable, let these men be examined ? let them come before master con- be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go stable.
before, and shew him their examination. [Erit. Dagh. Yea, marry, let them come before me. 50 Dogb. Come, let them be opinion'd. What is your naine, friend?
Verg. Let them be in hand. Bora, Borachio.
Conr. 011, coxcoinb! Dogb. Pray, write down-Borachio.-Yours, | Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let sirrah?
I him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb. Conr. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is 55|Come, bind them:-Thou naughty varlet! Conrade.
Conr. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost rade. -Masters, do you sérve God?
thou not suspect my years; that he were here Both. Yea, sir, we hope.
to write me down-anass but, masters, reinemDogb. Write down that they hope they serve 60 ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written God:-and write God first; for God defend but down, yet forget not that I am an ass:-No,
• County, from the French comte, was anciently used to signify a nobleman, ? i. e. the quickest or readicst way.
thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow proved upon thee by good witness: I am a wisel enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; fellow; and, which is more, an officer ; and, and one that hath two gowns, and every thing which is more, an housholder; and, which is more, handsome about him :-Bring him away. O, that as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina; and 5 l had been writ down-an ass!- [Exeunt.
SCENE 1. , | And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,
115 And all of them that thus dishonour her.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.
Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hasAnt. JF you go on thus you will kill yourself; Pedro. Good den, good den. ,
(tily. And 'tis not wisdum, thus to second grief Cluud. Good day to both of you. Against yourself.
1201 Leon. Hear you, my lords, Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. Which falls into mine ears as protitless
Leon. Some haste, my lord:-well, fare you As water in a sieve: give not me counsel:
well, my lord:Nor let no coinforter delight mine ear,
Are you so hasty now :-well, all is one. [mail. But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. 251 Pedro. Nav, do not quarrel with us, good old Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, | Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Some of us would lie low. And bid him speak of patience;
| Claud. Who wrongs him ? (sembler, thout Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou disAnd let it answer every strain for strain; 30/Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, I fear thee not. In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Chiud. Marry, beshrew my hand, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; If it should give your age such cause of fear: And, Sorrow wag; cry hem, when he should in faith, my hand ineantnothing to my sword. (me; groan;
[drunk|35| Leon. Tush, tush, man, never seer and jest at Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Jus, under privilege of age, to brag [do, And I of him will gather patience.
What I have done being young, or what would But there is no such man: For, brother, men I Were I not old: know, Claudio, to thy head, Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief 40 i hou hast so wrong'd my innocent child, and me, Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, that I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; Their counsel turns to passion, which before And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Do challenge thee to trval of a man. Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
li say, thouvast bely'd mive innocent child,[heart, Charm ach with air, and agony with words: 115 Thy slander hath gone tlırough and through her No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience And she lyes bury'd with her ancestors : To those that wring under the load of sorrow; 10, in a tomb where scandal never slept, But no man's virtue, nor sufliciency,
are this of hers, fram’d by thy villainy! To be so moral, when he shall endure
Chiud. My villainy?
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Leon. My lord, my lord,
Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be fiesh and! I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; [tice, For there was never vet philosopher, blood; Despight his nice fence, and his active pracThat could endure the tooth-ach patiently, 155 His Vlay of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. However they have writ the style of gocis,
Cloud. Away, I will not liave to do with you. And made a pish at chance and suiterance.
Leon. Capst thou so daite? me? Thou hast Ant. Yet bend not allthe larm upon yourself; /
kill'd my child; Make those that do oriend vou, suiter too. [so. Jifthou kill'st me, box, thou shalt kill a man.
Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do 601 Ant. Ile shall kill two of us, and men indeed: My soul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd;
But that's no matter; let him kill one first;
Win me and wear me,-let him answer ine:-- 1 Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career,
Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this · Leon. Brother,
sniece 15 last was broke cross's Ant. Content yourself; God knows, I lov'diny Pedro. By this light, he changes more and And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; Imore; I think, he be angry indeed. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
| Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his As I dare take a serpent by the tongue: | girdle*. Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops!
110 Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Leon. Brother Anthony, - "[them, yea, Claud. God bless me from a challenge!
Ant. Hold you content; What, man ? I knowl Bene. You are a villain ;-) jest not :- I will And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: make it good how you dare, with what you dare, Scambling?, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, and when you dare:-Do me right, or I will That lye, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, 15 protest your cowardice. You have kili'd a sweet Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, 1 lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you : And speak oif half a dozen dangerous words, Let me hear from you. How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have And this is all.
good cheer. Leon. Buit, brother Anthony,
201 Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;
1 Claud. l' faith, I thank him; he hath hid me Donot you meddle, let me ueal in this. (patience. Ito a calves-head and a capon; the which if I do
Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your not carve most curiously, say my knife's naught. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;
Shall I not find a woodcock too? But on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing 25 Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. But what was true, and very full of proof.
| Pedro. I'll tell thee, how Beatrice prais'd thy wit Leon. My lord, my lord,
the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit; True, Pedro. I will not hear you.
says she, a fine little one; No, said I, a great wit; Leon. No?
Right, said she, a great gross one ; Nay, said I, a Come, brother, away:-I will be heard. 30 good wit; Just, says she, it hurts nobody; Nay, Ant. And shall,
said I, the gentlemanis wise; Certain, said she, a Or some of us will smart for it. (Ereunt ambo. wise gentlemun; Nay, said I, he huth the tongues ; Enter Benedick.
That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me Pedro. See, see,
Jon Alonday night, which he forsworeon Tuesday Here comes the man we went to seck.
135 morning;there'sadouble tongue, there's 2 tongues. Claud. Now, signior!
Thus did she, an hour together, trans-shape thy parWhat news?
ticular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a Bene. Good day, my lord.
sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy. Pedro. Welcome, siggior:
| Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and You are almost come to part almost a fray. 40 said, she car'd not.
Cland. We had like to have had our two noses Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, snapt off with two old men without teeth.
Jan if she did not hate him deadly, she would love Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think’st him dearly; the old inan's daughter told us all. thou? had we fought, I doubt, we should have Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him been too young for them.
451rhen he was kid in the gard:n. Dune. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. | Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's I came to seek you both.
horns on the sepsible Benedick's head ? Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee: Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain drells Benedick the married man. have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit? 50 Bene, l'are you well, boy; you know my mind;
Bene. It is in my scabbard : Shall liliaw it? I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? | you break jests as braggartsdo their blades, which,
Claud. Never any did so, thoughi very many! God be thank'd, huit not.-lly lord, for your have been beside their wit:- I will bid thee draw, many courtesies I thank you; I must discontinue as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. 65 your company: your brother, the bastard, is
Pedro, Aslam an honest man, he looks pale:- filed from Messina: you have, among you, kill'd Art thou sick or angry?
a sweet and innocent lady: For my lord LackClaud. What! courage, man! What though beard there, he and I shall meet; and till then, care kill'd a cat, thou hast mettle enough in the peace be with him !
[Erit Benedick, to kill care,
1601 Pedro. He is in earnest.
! A foin is a thrust or push with a weapon. ? That is, scrambling. A scrambler is one who visits about among his friends to get a dinner. ? An allusion to tilting. 4 This is similar to a proverb now still in use, If he be ungry, let him turn the buckle of his girile; the meaning of which is, If he is in an ill humour, let him continue so till he is in a better,
Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll 1 Claud. Sweet Ilero! now the image doth anwarrant you, for the love of Beatrice.
in the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. [pear Pedro. And hath challeng'd thee?
Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintills; by this Claud. Most sincerely.
Time our sexton bath reformi'd siguiot Leonato of Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes he matter:And, masters, do not forget to specify, in his doublet and hose, and leaves oti his wit'! when time and place shall serve, that I am au ass. Enter Dogberry, yurges, Conrade and Boruchio Perg. Here, here comes master signior Leograriled.
nato, and the sexton too. Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Serton: is an ape a doctor to such a man.
101 Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyts; Pedro. But, soit you, let be; pluck up my heart, That when I note another man like him, and be sad: Did he not say, my brother was tled: I may avoid him: Which of these is he? son ine.
Logb. Come you, sir, it justice cannot tamel Bora. If you would know your wronger, look you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her Leon. Art thou the slave, ihat with thy breath balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite 15 Mine innocent childi
[hast killid once, vou must be look'il to.
Bora. Yea, even I alone. Pedro. How now? two of my brother's men Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; bound! Borachio, vne!
| Here stand a pair of honourable men, Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord. A third is fled, that had a hand in it: Pedro.Oflicers,whatollencehavethesemendone? 2011 thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;
Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false Record it with your high and worthy deeds: report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; Twas bravely done, it you bethink you of it. secundarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, Cluud. I know not how to pray your patience, they have bely'd a lady; thiruly, they have ve-l Yet I must speak: Chuse your revenge yourselt; rify'd unjust things: and, to conclude, they are 25 Impose me to what penance your invention lying knaves.
Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not, Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; But in inist.king. thirdly, I ask thee what's their otience; sixth and Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
. lastly, why they are committed ; and, to con- land yet, to satisfy this good old man, clude, what you lay to their charge?
130. I would bend under any heavy weight Cluud. Rightly reason'), and in his own divial That he'il enjoin me to. sion; and by my troth, there's one meaning well Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, suited?.
That were impossible; but, I pray you both, Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, Possess the people in Messina here that you are thus bound to your answer? this 35 Ilow innocent she dy'd; and, if your love learned constable is too cunning to be understood:' Can labour aught in sad invention, What's your offence?
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further tol And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night ;mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count To-morrow morning come you to my house; kill me. I have deceiv'd even your very eyes : 40 And since you could not be my son-in-law, what your wisdoms could not discover, these shal- Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, low fools have brought to light; who, in the night, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, overheard me, contessing to this man, how Don And she alone is heir to both of us; scousin, John your brother inceus'd me to slander the lady! Give her the right you should have given her Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, 45 And so dies iny revenge. and saw me court Margaret in llero's garments; Claud. O noble sir, how you disgrac'd her, when you should marry Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! her: my villainy they have upon r cord ; which I do embrace your offer; and dispose I had rather seal with my deaih, than repeat over l'or henceforth of poor Claudio.
ring ; to my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and 50 Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coma my master's false accusation; and brietly, I del To-night I take my leave.—This naughty man sire nothing but the reward of a villain.
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, your blood?
rit.! Hir'd to it by your brother. Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he uttercus Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; Peuro. But did my brother set thee on to this; Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; Boru.Yea,and paid merichly forthe practice ofit. But always hath been just and virtuous, Pedro.He is compos'd and train'dof treachery: Jin any thing that I do kuow by her. [under And fled he is upon this villainy.
| Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not
Dr. Warburton says, it was esteemed a mark of levity and want of becoming gravity, at that time, to go in the doublet and lose, and leare oito che clouk, to which this well-turned expression alludes. The thought is, that love makes a man as ridiculous, and exposes him as naked, as being in the doublet and hose without a cloak i Thai is, put into many modes, or shapes,
white white and black) this plaintiff here, the offender, I Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must did call me ass; I besech you, let it be remember- put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangered in his punishment: And also, the watch heard Jous weapons for maids. them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a | Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it'; and 5 11 think, hath legs.
[Erit Marguret. borrows money in God's name; the which he | Bene. And therefore will come. (Sings.} hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's! |
The god of love, sake: Pray you examine him on that point.
That sits above, Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest 10
And knows me, and knows me, pains.
How pitiful I deserve, Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thank- I mean in singing; but in loving,- Leander the ful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panLeon. There's tor thy pains.
dars, and a whole book full of these quondam carDogb. God save the foundation !
115 pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and the even road of a blank verse, why, they were · I thank thee.
never so truly turn'd over and over, as my poor Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your wor- self, in love: Marry, I cannot shew it in rhime ; [ ship; which, I beseech your worship io correct have try'd; I can tind out no rhime to lady but buyourself, for the example of others. God keep'20 by, an innocent rhime; for scorn, born, a hard your worship; I wish your worship well; Goul Irhime; for school, fool, a babbling rhime; very omirestore you to health: I humbly give you leave to nous endings: No, I was not born under a rhiming depart; and if a merry meeting may be wish’d, planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms.God prohibit it.--Come, neighbour. [Exeunt. Leon.Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. 25
Enter Beatrice. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to- Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call morrow.
[me. Pedro. We will not fail.
Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid Elaud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero.
Bene. O, stay but till then! Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk 301 Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now: with Margaret,
[low. and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came for, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fel- which is, with knowing what hath past between
[Exeunt severally. you and Claudio. SCENE II.
[ Brne. Only foul words; and thereupon I will
35 kiss thee. A Room in Leonato's House.
| Beat. Foul words are but foul wind, and foul Enter Bene dick and Margaret.
wind is buť foul breath, and foul breath is noiBene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de- some; therefore I will depart unkiss'd. serve well at my hands, by helping me to the Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of its speech of Beatrice.
40 right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But I must tell Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ; praise of my beauty?
and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, man living shall come over it; for, in most come- tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first Ty truth, ihou deservest it.
45 tall in love with me? Marg. To have no man come over me? why, Beat. For them all together; which maintain'd shall I always keep below stairs ?
so politick a state of evil, that they will not adnit Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's any good part to intermingle with them. But for mouth: it catches.
which of my good parts did you tirst suffer love larg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, 50 for me? which hit, but hurt not.
Bene. Suffer lore; a good epithet! I do suffer Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.. - hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Bea- | Beat. In spight of you heart, I think; alas! trice: I give thee the bucklers'.
1 Ipoor heart! If you spight it for my sake, I will Marg. Give us the swords, we liave bucklers 55 spight it for vours; for I will never love that of our own.
I which my friend lates.
Dr. Warburton comments on this passage as follows:-" There could not be a pleasanter ridie cule on the fashion, than the constable's descant on his own blunder. They heard the conspirators satyrize the fashion, whom they took to be a man surnamed, Deformed. This the constable applies with exquisite humour to the courtiers, in a description of one of the most fantastical fashions of ihat time, the men's wearing rings in their ears, and indulging a favourite lock of hair which was brought before, and tied with ribbons, and called a lore-lock. Against this fashion William Prynne wrote his treatise, called, “ The Unlocelymess of Love-locks." 2 To come over probably means here the saine as to overcome, in its most significant sense, when applied to a woman. Meaning, I yield.