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Bene. You hear, Count Claudio : I can be se- hours. In the mean time, good Signior Benecret as a dumb man, I would have you think so; dick, repair to Leonato's; commend me to him, but on my allegiance,-mark you this, on my and tell him, I will not fail him at supper; for, allegiance.—He is in love. With who?-now indeed, he hath made great preparation. that is your grace's part. Mark, how short his Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for answer is With Hero, Leonato's short daughter. such an embassage ; and so I commit youClaud. If this were so, so were it uttered.

Claud. To the tuition of God: from my house, Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, if I had it) nor 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should D. Pedro. The sixth of July: your loving

friend, Benedick. Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not: the body of forbid it should be otherwise.

your discourse is sometimes guarded with fragD. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady ments, and the guards are but slighly basted on is very well worthy.

neither : ere you flout old ends any further, exClaud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. amine your conscience; and so I leave you. D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought.

(exit Benedich. Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Claud. My liege, your highness now may do Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my me good.

[but how, lord, I spoke mine.

D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it Claud. That I love her, I feel.

And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn D. Pedro. That she is wortby, I know. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ? loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only opinion that fire cannot melt out of me: I will | Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?

[heir die in it at the stake.

Claud. O, my lord, D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic When you went onward on this ended action, in the despite of beauty.

I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye, Claud. And never could maintain his part, but That lik’d, but bad a rougher task in hand in the force of his will.

Than to drive liking to the name of love: Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank But now I am return'd, and that war thoughts her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her Have left their places vacant, in their rooms mnost humble thanks : but that I will have a re- Come thronging soft and delicate desires, cheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle All prompting me how fair young Hero is, iu an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon Saying, I lik'd her, ere I went to wars. Because I will not do them the wrong to

D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust

And tire the hearer with a book of words: none; and the fine is, (for the wbich I may go If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; the finer,) I will live a bachelor.

And I will break with her, and with her father, D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, 'look pale And thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end, with love.

That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hun- Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, ger, my lord; not with love: prove, that ever I That know love's grief by his complexion ! lose more blood with love, than I will get again But lest my liking might too sudden seem, with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad- I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. maker's pen, and bang me up at the door of a D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader brothel-house, for the sign of blind Cupid.

than the flood ? D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this The fairest grant is the necessity: faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st; Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, And I will fit thee with the remedy. and shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be I know, we shall have revelling to-night; clapped on the shoulder, and called Adam.

I will assume thy part in some disguise,
D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :

And tell fair Hero I am Claudio;
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,

Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the And take her hearing prisoner with the force sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's And strong encounter of my amorous tale : horns, and set them in my forehead : and let me Then, after; to her father will I break; be vilely painted; and in such great letters as And the conclusion is, she shall be thine: they write, Here is good horse to hire, let them In practice let us put it presently. [exeunt. signify under my sign,-Here you may see Bene- SCENE II. A ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE. dick, the married man.

Enter Leonato and Antonio. Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st Leon. How pow, brother? where is my cousin be horn-mad.

your son ? Hath be provided this music? D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. can tell you strange news that you dreamed not of.

Bene. I look for an earthquake too, then. Leon. Are they good ?
D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have

me,

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a good cover, they show well outward. The - D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick- than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my pleached alley in my orchard, were thus much blood to be disdained of all, than to fashion a car. overheard by a man of mine: the prince dis- riage to rob love from any: in this, though I cancovered to Claudio, that he loved my niece, your not be said to be a flattering honest man, it must daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night not be denied that I am a plain-dealiug villain. in a dauce; and, if he found ber accordant, he I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised meant to take the present time by the top, and with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing instantly break with you of it.

(this? in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would bite; if Leon. Hath the fellow any wit that told you I had my liberty, I would do my liking; in the

Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for bim, mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to and question him yourself.

alter me. Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? it appear itself :--but I wilt acquaint my daugh- D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. ter withal, that she may be the better prepared - Who comes here? What news, Borachio ? for au auswer, if peradventure this be true. Go

Enter Borachio. you, and tell her of it. (several persons cross the Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the stage.] Cousins, you know what you have to do. prince, your brother, is royally entertained by -0, I cry you mercy, friend ; you go with me, Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an in. and I will use your skill. — Good cousins, have a tended marriage. care this busy time.

[exeunt. D. John. Will it serve for any model to build ANOTHER ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE. mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths 7. Enter Don John and Conrade.

bimself to unquietness ? cia voor on top Con. What the goujere, my lord ! why are you Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. thus out of measure sad ?

D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio? D. John. There is no measure in the occasion Bora. Even he.

Ա Ն that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without D. John. A proper squire ! And who, and limit.

who? which way looks he? 779 ist und Con. You should hest meason.

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir I. Joh

pun. And when I have heard it, what of Leonato. blessing bringeth it.

D. John. A very forward March chick! How Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient suf- came you to this ? ferance.

Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I D. John. I wonder, that thou, þeing (as thou was smoking a musty room, comes me the prince say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it I cannot hide wbat I am: I must be sad when I agreed upon, that the prince should woo Hero for have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when himself, and, having obtained her, give her to. I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; | Count Claudio. sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to ‘no man's D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no prove food to my displeasure: that young startman in his humour.

up hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show cross him any way, I bless myself every way: of this, till you may do it without controlment. you are both sure, and will assist me? You have of late stood out against your brother, Con. To the death, my lord. formats and he had ta’en you newly into his grace; wheru

D. John. Let us to the great supper; their it is impossible you should take true root, but by cheer is the greater that I am subdued. , ?Would the fair weather that you make yourself: it is the cook were of my mind ?--Shall we go prove needful that you frame the season for your own

what's to be done? barvest.

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [exeunt.

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"АСТ II. A HALL IN LEONATO's-HOUSE. Count John's mouth, and half Count John's Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and others. melancholy in signior Benedick's face,

Leon. Was not Count John here at supper? Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, Ant. I saw him not. .

and money enough in his purse, such a man would Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never win any woman in the world.-if he could get can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after. her good will.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. made just in the mid-way between him and Bene. Ant. In faith, she is too curst. dick : the one is too like an image, and says no- Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall thing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest lessen God's sending that way: for it is said, God son, evermore tattling.

sends a curst cow short horns; but to a cow too curst Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in | he sends none.

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and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the especially when I walk away. which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every D. Pedro. With me in your company. morning and evening. Lord! I could not endure Hero. I may say so, when I please. a husband wollen.

a beard on bis face'; I had rather D. Pedro. And when please you to say lie in the

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for God de. Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath fend, the lute should be like the no beard.

D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within Beat. What should I do with him? dress him the

house is Jove. in my apparel, and make him my waiting gentle- Kero. Why, then, your visor should be thatch'd. woman? He that hath'a beard, is more than a D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.no youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a

(takes her aside. man : and he that is more than a youth, is not for Bene. Well, I would you did like me: 417 ! me; and be that is less than a man, I am not for

Marg. So would not I, for your own sake; for him. Therefore, I will even take sixpence in ear- I have many ill qualities. nest of the

his apes into hell. bien habenes aroulando Leon. Well

Bene. Which is one ? in busa! I islol .( go you into vill the

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[cry, Amen Beat. No, but to the gate; and

Bene. I love you the better; the hearers' may devil' meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on Marg. God match me with n good dancer! his head, and say—Get you to heaven, Beatrice, Balth. Amen.

Siis get you to heaven; here's no place for you maids: Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, wlien so deliver I'up my apes, and 'away to Saint Peter the dance is done !—Answer

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he shows me where the bachelor's Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered, sit, and La there live

we as merry as the day is long. Urs. I know you well enough ; you are Signere Ant. Well, niece, (to Hero] I trust you will be

Antonio. ruled by your father.

Ant. At a word, I am not. 'Beat. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to make Urs. I know you, by the waggling of your head. courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you :--but Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. :/ yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fel Urs. You could riever 'do him so ill-well, unless low, or else make another courtesy, and say, you were the very man. Here's his dry hand up Father, as it please me.

and down ; 'you are he, you are he. Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Ant. At a word, I am not." fitted with a husband.

Urs. Come, come ; do you think I do not know Beat. Not till God make men of some other you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? | there's an end. to make an account of her life to a clod of way- Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so? ward marl? No, uncle, I'll none : Adam's sons Bene. No, you shall pardon me. are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you

are ? match in my kindred.

Bene. Not now. 1537 Big Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you : Beat. That I was disdainful, and that I had if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales your answer.

Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, Bene. What's he? if you be not woo'd in good

time: if the prince be Beat. I am sure, you know him well'enough." too important, tell him, there is measure in every Bene. Not I, believe me.

SVENDS: thing, and so dance out the a answer. For hear Beat. Did he never make you laugh?..!!) me, Hero; wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as Bene. I pray you, what is he?

BILA a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cingue-pace: the Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and dull fool; only his gift is in devising impossible full as fantastical: the wedding, mannerly-modest, slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and as a measure full of state and ancientry; and then the commendation is not in his wit, but in his comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls in villainy; for he both pleaseth men, and angers to the cinque pace faster and faster, till he sink them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him: into his grave.

I am sure, he is in the fleet; I would Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. boarded me.

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell church by day-light.

him what you Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, make Beat. Do, do : The'll but break à comparison or good room,

two on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar; not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and then there's a partridge wing saved, for the fool

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will eat no supper that night. (music within. We D. Pedro. Lady, , will you walk about with must follow the leaders.

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Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave | as a lodge in a warren ; I told him, and, I think, chem at the next turning.

I told him true, that your grace had got the good (dance; exeunt all but D. John, Bora. and Claud. will of this young lady: and I offered him my

D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, company to a willow tree, either to make him a and hath withdrawn her father to break with him garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him up a about it: the ladies follow her, and but one visor rod, as being worthy to be whipped. remains.

(bearing. D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; D. John. Are you not signior Benedick ? who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, Claud. You know me well; I am he.

shows it his companion, and he steals it. D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother

D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgres in his loye: he is enamoured on Hero; I pray sion? The transgression is in the stealer. you, dissuade him from her, she is no equal for Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had his birth : you may do the part of an honest man been made, and the garland too; for the garland in it.

he might have worn bimself; and the rod he might Claud. How know you he loves her ?

have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, bare D. John. I heard him swear his affection. stolen his bird's nest.

Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and marry her to-night.

restore them to the owner. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by [exeunt Don John and Borachio. my faith, you say honestly. Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.- you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told 'Tis certain so ;—the prince wooes for himself. her, she is much wronged by you. Friendship is constant in all other things,

Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance of Save in the office and affairs of love :

a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; I would have answered her; my very visor began Let every eye negociate for itself,

to assume life, and scold with her.

She told me, And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. prince's jester; that I was duller tban a great This is an accident of hourly proof, [Hero! | thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with sucb impossiWhich I mistrusted not: farewell, therefore, ble conveyance, upon me, that I stood like a man Re-enter Benedick.

at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me: Bene. Count Claudio ?

she speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her Claud. Yea, the same.

breath were as terrible as her terminations, there Bene. Come, will you go with me?

were no living near her, she would infect to the Claud. Whither?

north star. I would not marry her, though she Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own were endowed with all that Adam had left him business, count. What fashion will you wear the before he transgressed: she would have made garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's Hercules have turned spit; yea, and have cleft his chain ? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's club to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her; scarf? You must wear it one way, for the prince you shall find her the infernal Até in good apparel. hath got your Hero.

I would to God, some scholar would conjure her; Cluud. I wish bim joy of her.

for, certainly, while she is here, a man may live Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; and people sin so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the upon purpose, because they would go thither: so, prince would have served you thus ?

indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perturbation, fol. Claud. I pray you, leave me.

low her. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man;

Re-enter Claudio and Beatrice. 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.

Bene. Will your grace command me any service Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [exit to the world's end? I will go on the slightest

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise into sedges.—But, that my lady Beatrice should to send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now know me, and not know me; the prince's fool! from the farthest inch of Asia; bring you the -Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because I length of Prester John's foot; fetch you a hair am merry.--Yea; but so: I am apt to do myself off the great Cham's beard; do you any embassage wrong! I am not so reputed; it is the base, the to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words' conbitter disposition of Beatrice, that puts the world ference with this harpy. You have no employinto her person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll ment for me?

(pany. be revenged as I may.

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good comRe-enter Don Pedro, Hero, and Leonato. Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? cannot endure my lady Tongue.

(erit. Did you see him?

D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part heart of signior Benedick. of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile

the post.

and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his , in her, my lord : she fs never sad, but when she single one: marry, once before, he won it of me sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard with'false dice, therefore your grace may well say, my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unI have lost it.

happiness, and waked herself with laugbing. D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you

D. Ped. She cannot endure to hear tell of have put him down.

husband. Beat. So I would not he should do me, my Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I out of suit.

(Benedick. have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me

D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for to seek.

Leon. O lord ! my lord, if they were but a week D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore married, they would talk themselves mad. are you sad?

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to Claud. Not sad, my lord.

go to church? D. Pedro. How then, sick?

Claud. To-morrow, my lord.

Time goes on Claud. Neither, my lord.

crutches till love have all his rites. Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is merry, nor well: bat civil, count; civil as an hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too, orange, and something of that jealous complexion. to have all things answer my mind.

D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long be true: though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his a breathing; but I warrant hee, Claudio, the conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in time shall not go dully by us. I will, in the inthay name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke terim, undertake one of Hercules' labours; which with her father, and his good will obtained: name is, to bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice the day of marriage, and God give thee joy. into a mountain of affection, the one with the

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with other. I would fain have it a match; and I doubt her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister and all grace say Amen to it!

such assistance as I shall give you direction. Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.

Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: me ten nights' watchings. I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Claud. And I, my lord. -Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? away myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to

Beat. Speak, cousin; or if you cannot, stop his help my cousin to a good husband. mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhope

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. fullest husband that I know: thus far can I praise

Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it him; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, keeps on the windy side of care.—My cousin tells and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to him, in his ear, that he is in her heart.

humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love Claud. And so she doth, cousin.

with Benedick:—and I, with your two helps, Beat. Good lord, for alliance !—Thus goes will so practise on Benedick, that, in despite of every one to the world but I, and I am sun. his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he shall burned ; I may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, for a husband.

Cupid is no longer an archer; his glory shall be D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. ours, for we are the only love-gods. Go in with

Beat. I would rather have one of your father's me, and I will tell you my drift. [exeunt. getting Hath your grace ne'er a brother like

ANOTHER ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE, Your father got excellent husbands, if a

Enter Don John and Borachio. maid could come by them.

D. John. It is s0; the Count Claudio shall D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

marry the daughter of Leonato. Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. for working days :—your grace is too costly to D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment, wear every day :—but, I beseech your grace, par- will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure don me; I was born to speak all mirth, and no to him; and whatsoever comes ath wart his affec

tion, ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and cross this marriage ? to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly you were born in a merry hour.

that no dishonesty shall appear in me. Beat. No, sure my lord, my mother cry'd; but D. John. Show me briefly how. then there was a star danced, and under that was Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, I born.-Cousins, God give you joy!

how much I am in the favour of Margaret, tho Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I waiting gentlewoman to Hero. told you of?

D. John. I remember. Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.—By your grace's Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the pardon.

[exit Beatrice. night, appoint her to look out at her lady's cham. D. Pelro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lwy ber-window.

[of this marriage? Leon. There's little of the melancnoly elemeut D. John. What life is in that, to be the death

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