found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue fpeaks.

Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Leon. So fay I; methinks, you are fadder.
Claud. I hope, he is in love.

Pedro. Hang him, truant, there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love; if he be fad, he wants mony.

Bene. I have the tooth ach.

Pedro. Draw it.

Bene. Hang it.

Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards.

Pedro. What? figh for the tooth-ach!

Leon. Which is but a humour, or a worm.

Bene. Well, every one can mafter a grief, but he that has it.

Claud. Yet fay I, he is in love.

Pedro." There is no appearance of fancy in him, unlefs it be a fancy that he hath to ftrange difguifes, as to be a Dutch man to day, a French man to morrow; or in the fhape of two countries at once, a German from the wafte downward, all flops; and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet: Unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it to appear he is.

Claud. If he be not in love with fome woman, there is no believing old figns; he brufhes his hat o' mornings; what fhould that bode?

Pedro. Hath any man feen him at the barber's?

Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath already ftuft tennis balls.

Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did by the lofs of a beard.

There is no appearance of Shakespeare uses for love as well fancy, &c.] Here is a play as for humour, caprice, or affecupon the word fancy, which tation.

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Pedro,

Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet; can you fmell him out by that?

Claud. That's as much as to fay, the fweet youth's in love.

Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy. Claud. And when was he wont to wafh his face? Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear what they say of him.

Claud. Nay, but his jefting fpirit, which is now crept into a lute-ftring and now govern'd by stops

Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude he is in love.

Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.

Pedro. That would I know too: I warrant, one that knows him not.

Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions, and in defpight of all, dies for him.

Pedro. She fhall be buried with her Face upwards". Bene. Yet this is no charm for the tooth ach. Old Signior, walk afide with me, I have ftudy'd eight or nine wife words to fpeak to you, which thefe hobbyhorses must not hear. [Exeunt Benedick and Leonato. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Bea

trice.

Claud. 'Tis even fo. Hero and Margaret have by this time play'd their parts with Beatrice; and then the two bears will not bite one another, when they meet.

? She shall be buried with her Face upwards.] Thus the whole Set of Editions: But what is there any ways particular in This? Are not all Men and Women buried fo? Sure, the Poet means in Oppofition to the geneneral Rule, and by way of Diftinction, with her heels upward., or face downwards. I have cho

fen the firft Reading, because I find it the Expreffion in Vogue in our Author's time. THEOBALD.

This emendation, which appears to me very fpecious, is rejected by Dr. Warburton. The meaning feems to be, that fhe, who acted upon principles contrary to others, fhould be buried with the fame contrariety.

SCENE

SCENE III.

Enter Don John.

John. My Lord and Brother, God fave you.
Pedro. Good den, brother.

John. If your leifure ferv'd, I would speak with you.
Pedro. In private ?

John. If it pleafe you; yet Count Claudio may hear; for, what I would fpeak of, concerns him.

Pedro. What's the matter?

John. Means your lordship to be marry'd to mor

row.

Pedro. You know, he does.

[To Claudio.

John. I know not that, when he knows what I know.

Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you, dif

cover it.

John. You may think, I love you not; let that appear hereafter; and aim better at me by That I now will manifeft; for my brother, I think, he holds you well, and in dearnefs of heart hath holp to effect your eufuing marriage; furely, Suit ill fpent, and Labour ill beftow'd!

Pedro. Why, what's the matter?

John. I came hither to tell you, and circumstances fhorten'd, (for fhe hath been too long a talking of) the Lady is disloyal.

Claud. Who? Hero?

John. Even fhe; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, every

man's Hero.

Claud. Disloyal?

John. The word is too good to paint out her wickednefs; I could fay, fhe were worfe; think you of a worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not 'till further warrant! go but with me to night, you shall fee her chamber-window enter'd, even the night be

fore her wedding day; if you love her, then to-morrow wed her; but it would better fit your honour to change your mind.

Claod. May this be fo?

Pedro. I will not think it.

John. If you dare not truft that you fee, confefs not that you know; if you will follow me, I will fhew you enough; and when you have feen more and heard more, proceed accordingly.

Claud. If I fee any thing to night why I should not marry her to-morrow; in the Congregation, where I fhould wed, there will I shame her.

Pedrr. And as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I will join with thee to disgrace her.

John. I will difparage her no farther, 'till you are my witneffes. Bear it coldly but 'till night, and let the iffue fhew itself.

Pedro. O day untowardly turned !
Claud. O mifchief ftrangely thwarting!
John. O plague right well prevented!

So you will fay. when you have feen the fequel.

[Exeunt.

Dogb.

SCENE IV.

Changes to the Street.

Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.

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RE you good men and true?

Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they fhould fuffer falvation, body and foul.

Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for them, if they fhould have any allegiance in them, being chofen for the Prince's Watch.

Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour Dogberry.

Dogb.

Degb. First, who think you the most defartless man to be constable ?

1 Watch. Hugh Oatcake, Sir, or George Seacole; for they can write and read.

Dogb. Gome hither, neighbour Seacole: God hath bleft you with a good name: and to be a well-favour'd man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.

2 Watch. Both which, mafter conftable

Dogb. You have: I knew, it would be your anfwer. Well, for your Favour, Sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of fuch vanity you are thought here to be the most fenfelefs and fit man for the Conftable of the Watch, therefore bear you the lanthorn; this is your charge : you shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man ftand, in the Prince's name.

2 Watch. How if he will not ftand?

Dogb. Why, then take no note of him, but let him go; and prefently call the reft of the Watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.

Verg. If he will not ftand when he is bidden, he is none of the Prince's Subjects.

Dogb. True, and they are to meddle with none but the Prince's Subjects: you fhall alfo make no noise in the streets; for, for the Watch to babble and talk, is moft tolerable, and not to be endur❜d.

2 Watch. We will rather fleep than talk; we know what belongs to a Watch.

Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman, for I cannot fee how Sleeping fhould offend; only have a care that your Bills be not ftolen:

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well,

9 Bills be not fielen.] A bill