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

Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Leon. So say 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 sad, 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? sigh for the tooth-ach !
Leon. Which is but a humour, or a worm.

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

Claud. Yet say I, he is in love.

Pedro.' There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises, as to be a Dutch man to day, a French man to morrow; or in the shape of two countries at once, a German from the waste downward, all nop3; 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.

Cloud. If he be not in love with tome woman, there is no believing old signs; he brushes his hat o' mornings; what should that bode? Pedro. Hath any man seen 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 loss of a beard.

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

Pedre, I

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

Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet youth's in love.

Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy.
Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face?

Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear what they say of him.

Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit, which is now crept into a lute-string 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.

Cloud. Yes, and his ill conditions, and in despight of all, dies for him.

Pedro. She shall be buried with her Face upwards ?.

Bene. Yet this is no charm for the tooth ach. Old Signior, walk aside with me, I have study'd eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which these hobbyhorses must not hear. [Exeunt Benedick and Leonato.

Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Beatrice.

Claud. 'Tis even so. 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.

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Enter Don John.


John. My Lord and Brother, God save you.
Pedro. Good den, brother.
John. If your leisure serv’d, I would speak with you.

. Pedro. In private ?

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

Pedro. What's the matter?
John. Means your lordship to be marry'd to mor-

[To Claudio. Pedro. You know, he does.

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

Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you, discover it.

Jobn. 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 dearness of heart hath holp to effect your eusuing marriage; surely, Suit ill spent, and Labour ill bestow'd!

Pedro. Why, what's the matter ?

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

Cloud. Who? Hero?

Fobn. Even she; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, every man's Hero.

Claud. Dinoyal ?

John. The word is too good to paint out her wickedness; I could say, she were worse ;

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

think you

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

Claod. May this be so ?
Pedro. I will not think it.
Jobn. If you

you dare not trust that you fee, confefs not that you know, if you will follow me, I will shew you enough ; and when you have seen more and heard more, proceed accordingly.

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

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

Fobn. I will disparage her no farther, 'till you are my witnesses. Bear it coldly but 'till night, and let the iffue lhew itself.

Pedro. O day untowardly turned !
Claud. O mischief strangely thwarting!

John. O plague right well prevented !
you will say. when you have seen the sequel.



Changes to the Street.


Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.

RE you good men and true ?

Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they should Tuffer salvation, body and soul.

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

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


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Degb. First, who think you the most desartless 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 blest 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, master constable

Dogb. You have: I knew, it would be your answer. 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 such vanity : you are thought here to be the moft fenseless and fit man for the Constable of the Watch, therefore bear you the lanthorn ; this is your charge : you shall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man stand, in the Prince's name.

2 Watch. How if he will not stand?

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

Verg. If he will not stand 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 shall also make no noise in the streets ; for, for the Watch to babble and talk, is most tolerable, and not to be endur'd.

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

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



no need of such vanity :] should read therefore, MORE Dogberry is only absurd, not ab- need.

WAR BURTON. folutely out of his senses. We , Bills be not ficlen] A bill

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