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Verg. 'Tis very true.

time, like the shaven Hercules in the smirched Dogb. This is the end of the charge. You, con- worm-eaten tapestry, where his cod-piece seems {table, are to present the prince's own person; if as massy as his club. you meet the prince in the night, you may stay him. Con. All this I see; and see, that the fashion

Verg. Nay, by’r lady, that I think he cannot. wears out more apparel than the man : but art not

Dogb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou that knows the statues, he may stay him; marry, bast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the ulot without the prince be willing : for, indeed, the fashion ? watch ought to offend no man; and it is an offence Bora. Not so neither : but know, that I have to stay a man against his will.

to-night woo'd Margaret, the lady Hero's gentleVerg. By'r lady, I think it be so.

woman, by the name of Hero: she leans me out Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night: at her mistress's chamber-window, bids me a thouan there be any matter of weight chances, call up sand times good-night,—I tell this tale vilely :me: keep your fellows' counsels, and your own, I should first tell thee, how the prince, Claudio, and good night.-- Come, neighbour.

and my master, planted and placed, and possessed 2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge; by my master Don John, saw afar off in the orlet us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, chard this amiable encounter. and then all to bed.

Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? Dogb. One word more honest neighbours: I Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio; pray you, watch about siguior Leonato's door; for but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; the wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great and partly by his oaths, which first possessed then, coil to-night ! adieu, be vigilant, I beseech you. partly by the dark night, which did deceive them,

[exeunt Dogberry and Verges. but chiefly by my villainy, which did confirm any Enter Borachio and Conrade.

slander that Don John had made, away went Bora. What! Conrade,

Claudio enraged: swore he would meet her as he Watch. Peace, stir not.

[aside. was appointed, next morning at the temple, and Bora. Conrade, I say !

there, before the whole congregation, shame her Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

with what he saw over-night, and send her home Bora. Mass ! and my elbow itched; I thought again without a husband.

(stand. there would a scab follow.

1 Watch. We charge you, in the prince's name, Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and 2 Watch. Call up the right master constable : vow forward with thy tale.

we have here recovered the most dangerous'picce Bora. Stand thee close then under this pent- of lechery that ever was known in the commonhouse, for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true wealth. drunkard, utter all to thee.

1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; Watch. [aside.] Some treason, masters ; yet I know him, he wears a lock. stand close.

Con. Masters, masters. Bora. Therefore, know, I have earned of Don 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, John a thousand ducats.

I warrant you. Con. Is it possible that any villainy should be Con. Masters, so dear?

1 Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were obey you to go with us. possible any villainy should be so rich ; for when Bora. We are like to prove a goodly conmurich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones dity, being taken up of these men's bills. may make what price they will.

Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you, Con. I wonder at it.

Come, we'll obey you.

[exeunt. Bora. That shows thou art unconfirmed: thou SCENE IV. A ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE. kuowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or :: Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. a cloak, is nothing to a man.

Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, Con. Yes, it is apparel.

and desire hcr to rise. Bora. I mean the fashion.

Urs. I will, lady. Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

Hero. And bid her come hither. Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the Urs. Well.

[exit Ursula. "Saw [fashion is ? Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato were But see'st thou not wbat a deformed thief this better.

Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. vile thief this seven year: he goes up and down Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I like a gentleman: I remember his name. warrant, your cousin will say so. Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody?

Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another ; Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house. I'll wear none but this."

Bora. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, thief this fashion is? how giddily he turns about if the bair were a thought browner : and your all the hot bloods, between fourteen and five and gown's a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the thirty? sometime, fashioning them like Pharaoh's Duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise so. soldiers in the reechy painting; sometime, like

Hero. O, that exceeds, they say: god Bel's priests in the old church window; some- Marg. By my troth, it's but a night-gown in


a man.

'tis a

respect of your's. Cloth of gold, and cuts, and I will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet laced with silver; set with pearls, down sleeves, Benedick was such another, and now is he become side sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet bluish tinsel : but, for a fine, quaint, graceful, now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat withand excellent fashion, your's is worth ten on't. out grudging: and how you may be converted, I

Hero. God, give me joy to wear it, for my heart know not; but methinks you look with your eyes is exceeding heavy!

as other women do. Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ?

Marg. Not a false gallop. Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed?

Re-enter Ursula. Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Urs. Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count; Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants your lord honourable without marriage? I think of the town, are come to fetch you to church. you would have me say, saving your reverence,- Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg a husband : an bad thinking do not wrest true good Ursula.

[ereunt. speaking, I'll offend nobody: Is there any

harm SCENE V. ANOTHER ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE. in the heavier for a husband? None, I think, an Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. if it be the right husband, and the right wife; Leon. What would you with me, honest neigh. otherwise 'tis light and not heavy. Ask my lady bour ? Beatrice else, here she comes.

Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence Enter Beatrice.

with you, that decerns you nearly. Hero. Good morrow, coz.

Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you ser,
Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero. (tune? busy time with me.
Hero. Why, how now ! do you speak in the sick Doyb. Marry, this it is, sir.
Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. Verg. Yes, in truth, it is, sir.

Marg. Clap us into-Light o'lovc, that gocs Leon. What is it, my good friends? without a burden ; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off

Beat. Yea, Light o'love, with your heels!—then, the matter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; shall lack no barns.

but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows. Marg. O, illegitimate construction! I scorn Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any that. with my heels.

man living, that is an old man, and no honester Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time than I.

[neighbour Verges. you were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding Doyb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, ill :-hey, ho!

Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for

Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I no more sailing by the star.

could find in my heart to bestow it all of your Beat. What means the fool, trow?

worship Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! their heart's desire!

Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are than 'tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your an excellent perfume.

worship, as of any man in the city; and though Beat. I am stuffd, cousin, I cannot smell. I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

Marg. A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly Verg. And so am I. catching of cold.

Leon. I would fain know what you have to say? Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting long have you profess'd apprehension ?

your worship's presence, have ta’en a couple of as Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit | arrant knaves as any in Messina. become me rarely ?

Dogb. A good old man, sir ; he will be talking; Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out: in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.

God help us! it is a world to see !— Well said, Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride only thing for a qualm.

behind: an honest soul i'faith, sir; by my troth Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. he is, as ever broke bread : but God is to be wor

Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus? you have shipped: all men are not alike; alas, good neighsome moral in this Benedictus.

bour !

[you. Marg. Moral ? no, by my truth, I have no moral Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of meaning; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may Dogb. Gifts that God gives. think, perchance, that I think you are in love: Leon. I must leave you. nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed comprehended two auspicious persons, and indeed, I cannot think, if I would think


heart we would have them this morning examined beout of thinking, that you are in love, or that you fore your worship.


Leon. Take their examination yourself, and Dogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis bring it me; I am now in great haste, as it may Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhoru to tho appear unto you.

gaol: we are now to examination these men. Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

well. Verg. And we must do it wisely. Leon. Drink some wine ere you go : fare you Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; Enter a Messenger.

here's that (touching his forehead,] shall drive Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your some of them to a non. com.: only get the learned daughter to her husband.

writer to set down our excommunication, and Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. meet me at the gaol.

[exeunt. (exeunt Leonato and Messenger.


And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:
Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, No, Leonato,

Claudio, Benedick, Hero, Beatrice, gc. I never tempted her with word too large; Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to i But, as a brother to his sister, show'd the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Atbeir particular duties afterwards. (lady? Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against Claud. No.

You seem to me as Dian in her orb; Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown : to marry her.

But you are more intemperate in your blood Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals this count?

That rage in savage sensuality.

[wide ? Hero. I do.

Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so Friar. If either of you know any inward im- Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? pediment why you should not be conjoined, I D. Pedro. Wbat should I speak ? charge you on your souls, to utter it.

I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Claud. Know you any, Hero?

To link my dear friend to a common stale. Hero. None, my lord.

Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but Friar. Know you any, count?


[are true. Leon. I dare make his answer, none.

D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things Claud. O, what men dare do! wbat men may Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do! Hero. True, O God!

Bene. How now! interjections? Why, then, Claud. Leonato, stand I here? some be of laughing, as, ba! ha! he! {leave; Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother?

Claud. Stand thee by, friar.- Father, by your Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Will you with free and unconstrained soul

Leon. All this is so ; but what of this, my lord ? Give me this maid, your daughter?

Claud. Let me but move one question to your Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. daughter; Claud. And what have I to give you back, And, by that fatherly and kindly power whose worth

That you have in her, bid ber answer truly. May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.

D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset !

Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank- What kind of catechising call you this? There, Leonato, take her back again; (fulness. Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. Give not this rotten orange to your friend ;

Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :- With any just reproach ? Behold, how like a maid she blushes here:

Claud. Marry, that can Hero; O, wbat authority and show of truth

Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. Can cunning sin cover itself withal!

What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. (lord. All you that see her, that she were a maid,

Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my By these exterior shows? But she is none:

D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.She knows the heat of a luxurious bed :

Leonato, Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

I am sorry you must hear; upon mine honour, Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?

Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Claud. Not to be married,

Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Not knit my soul to an approved wanton. Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window;

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof, Who bath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Confess'd the vile encounters they have had And made defeat of her virginity,

A thousand times in secret. Claud. I know what you would say; if I have D. John. Fie, fie! they are known her,

Not to be named, my lord, not to be spoke of: You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, There is not chastity enough in language,


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Without offence, to atter them: thus, pretty lady, p Friar. Hear me a little ; 17.67 gioi bin to I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. For I have only been silent so long, tj

Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, And given way unto this course of fortune, If half thy outward' graces had been placed By noting of the lady: I have mark'd der About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! A thousand blushing apparitions start But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell, Into her face; a thousand innocent shames Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!! Io angel whiteness bear away those blushes; For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, And in her eye there hath appear'd a tire, 1785 And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, To burn the errors that these princes hald. To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, Agaiust her maiden truth. Call me a fool; And never shall it more be gracious.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Leon. Hath no man's dagger bere a point for me? Which with experimental seal doth warrant

in D to bow [Hero smoons. The tenor of my book; trust not my age, Beat. Why, how now, consin? wherefore sink My reverence, calling, nor divinity ; tahini

you down?owi ofin sut berang 297432 ! If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here )) D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come Under some biting error. in 410') Smother her spirits up." ;( 18i (thus to light, Leon. Friar, it cannot be und Higit

(exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. Thou see'st, that all the grace that she hath left, Bene. How doth the lady?

Is, that she will not add to her damnation Beat. Dead, I think;-help, uncle ;-) A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Hero! why Herol Uncle; signior Benedick! friarl Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse

Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy band ! That, which appears in proper nakedness? Death is the faircst cover for ber shame,

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? That may be wish'd for.

Hero. They know that do accuse me: I knon Beat. How now, cousin Hero ??

If I know more of any man alive, 11. (none. Friar. Have comfort, lady. -393

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... Let all my sins lack mercy !-O my father, in Friar. Yea, wherefore should she not? 01:1 Prove you that any man with me convers'd

Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly At hours unmeet, or that I yestervight Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny (thing Maintain’d the change of words with any creature, The story that is printed in her blood ?

Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes :' Friar. There is some strange misprision in the For, did I think thou would'st not quickly die, princes.

Jan Feb four; Thought I thy spirits 'were 'stronger than thy Bene. Two of them have the very bent of hon,

And if their wisdoms be misled in this, Myself 'would, on the rearward of reproaches, The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Strike at thy life. Griev'd ), I had but one?! Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies. Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame?:

Leon. I know not; if they speak but truth of 0; one too much by thee! Why had I one?


12 [honour, Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?

These' hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Why had I not, with charitable hand, bir The proudest of them shall well hear of it. ) Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ;

Time bath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Who, smirch'd thus and mir'd with jofamy, Nor age so eat up my invention,
- I might have said, -No part of it is 'mine, i Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
This shame derives itself from unknown loins ?- Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,

But mine, and mine I lov'd; and mine I prais'd, But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
5 Andmine that I was proud 'on; miné so much, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
That I myself was to myself not mine,ia tá Ability in means, and choice of friends,
Valuing of her ; Why; she 0, she is fallen To quit me of them thoroughly.
Into a pit of ink !' that the wide sea laki

Friar. Pause a while,
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; And let my counsel sway you in this case.
And salt too little, which may season give Your daughter here the princes left for dead ;)
To her foul tainted flesh !!! BUY Hist Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Bene. Sir, sir, be patient:' is And publish it, that she is dead indeed : i!
For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, . Maintain a mourning ostentation;
I know not what to say.

And on your family's old monument Beat. O, on' my soul, my cousin is belied ! Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites Bent. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? That appertain unto a burial.

Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, Leon. What shall become of this? What will 1 have this twelve month been her bed-fellow.

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(beha) Leon. Confirm'd! confirm'd! O, that is stron- Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her ger made,

Change slander to remorse; that is some good : Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron! But not for that dream I on this strange course, Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? But on this travail look for greater birth. Who lov'd her go, that, speaking of her foulness, She dying, as it must be so maintain'd, Wash'd it with tears? Idence from her; let her die. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

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? every hearer: for it so falls out,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it : That what we have we prize not to the worth, I protest I love thee. Di Whiles we enjoy it; but, being lack'd and lost, Beat. Why then, God forgive me a salet Why, then we rack the value; then we.find Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I Whiles it was ours.--So will it fare with Claudio: was about to protest I loved you..! w When he shall hear she died upon his words, Bene. And do it with all thy heart. . The idea of her life shall sweetly creep - 06.1995 Beat. I love you with.80 much of my heart Into his study of imagination is not on


that none is left to protest. it's And every lovely organ of her life

Bené. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beat. Kill Claudio. More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world. Into the eye and prospect of bis soul,

Beat, You kill me to deny it, farewell, Than when she liv'l indeed ;-then shall he mourn, Bene, Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;-there is And wish he had not accused her ;

no love in your nay,

I pray you, , No, though he thought his accusation


Bene. Beatrice, Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Beat. 'In faith, I will go Will fashion the event in better shape

Bene. We'll be friends first. Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than But, if all aim but this be levell’d false,

fight with mine enemy: The supposition of the lady's death

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

Beat. Is-be trot approv'd in the height a villain, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kins(As best befits her wounded reputation,

woman ?_0, that I were a man!4What! bear In some reclusive and religious life, 1, Prius her in hand until they come to take hands; and Out of all eyes, tongues, -minds, and injuries. :) then, with public accusation, uncovered slander,

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : unmitigated Tancour,-0 God, that I werela man í and though you know my inwardness and love I would eat his heart in the market-place. ! * Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ; la Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this, or Beat. Talk with a man ont at a window 7-a As secretly, and justly, as your soul. I unde

proper saying! Should with your body.

Bere. Nay but, Beatrice ; Tuna37 Leon. Being that I flow in grief,

Beat. Sweet Hero she is wronged, she is The smallest twine may lead me.

slandered, she is undone. Friar. 'Tis well consented, presently away;

Bene. BeatFor to strange sores, strangely they strain the Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely a princely cure,

testimony, a goodly

, count confect; a sweet gallant, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day, surely! O that I were a man for his sake ! or that Perhaps, is but prolong'd ;' have patience and en- I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But

dure. [Ereunt Friar, Hero, and 'Leonato. manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into comBene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this pliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and while ?

trim ones too : he is now as valiant as Hercules, Beat. Yea, and I will weepawbile longer." that only tells a lie, and swears it :--I cannot be a Bene. I will not desire tbat.

man with wishing, therefore will I die a woman Beat. You liuve no reason, I do it freely. V Twith grieving.

[love thee. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : by this hånd, I

wrong'; ad'payo'llarining so'm Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of swearing by it. So bas ook me, that would right here the onio [ship ? Bene, Think you, in your soul, the Count Claudio

Bene. Is there any way to show í such friend hath wronged Hero ?**? pillerit just
Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a son).
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Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challengo Beat. It is a man's office, but not your's. him; I will kiss your hand and so leave you : by

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: you; is not that strange?

as you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort Bout. As strange as the thing I know not; it your cousin, I must say, she, is dead; and sojfarewere as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well. Will

[Ereunt. well as you; but believe me not; and yet I lie

u SCENE II. A PRISON. not; I confess notlung, nor I deny nothing :-I Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns ; am sorry for my cousin.

and the Watch, with Conrade and. Borachio. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Dogb. Is ou

our whole' dissembly appeared ? Beat. Do not swear by it and eat it.

Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! Bene. I will swear by it, that you love mc; and Serion. Which be the malefactors ? will make him cat it, that says, I love not you. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

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