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you told me of to-day? that your niece Beatrice was D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happiin love with signior Benedick?

Claud. 0, ay : --Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl sits. Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. ÇAside to Pedro) I did never think that lady would D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks that have loved any man.

are like wit. Leon. No, nor I neither ; but most wonderful, that Leon. And I take him to be valiant. she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she hath D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you and in the in all outward behaviours seemed ever to abhor. managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner? either he avoids them with great discretion, or un

(Aside. dertakes them with a most Christian-like fear. Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep think of it; but that she loves him with an enraged peace ; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into affection,-it is past the infinite of thought.

a quarrel with fear and trembling. D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.

D. Pedro. And so will he do ; for the man doth Claud. 'Faith, like enough.

fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some Leon. O God! counterfeit ! There was never coun- large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your terfeit of passion came so dear the life of passion, as piece shall we go see Benedick, and tell him of her she discovers it.

love? D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear it Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite. out with good counsel.

[ Aside. Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her Leon. What effects, my lord! She will sit you, heart out first. You heard my daughter tell you how.

D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your Claud. She did, indeed.

daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: well'; and I could wish he would modestly examine I would have thought her spirit had been invincible himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a against all assaults of affection.

lady. Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; espe Leon. My lord, will you walk; dinner is ready. vially against Benedick.

Clau 1. if he do not dote on her upon this, I will Bene. [ Aside] I should think this a gull, bat that never trust my expectation.

[Aside. the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for sure, hide itself in such reverence.

her; and that must your daughter and her gentleclaud. He hath ta'en the infection ; bold it up. woman carry. The sport will be, when they hold

[Aside. one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matD. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to ter; that's the scene that I would see, which will be Benedick!

merely a dumb show. Let us send ber to eall him Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's her in to dinner.

(Aside. torinent.

(Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato. Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says:

Benedick advances from above. Shall I, says she, that have so oft encounter'd him with scorn, write to him that I love him?

Bene. This can be po trick: the conference was Leon. This says she now when she is beginning to They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections

sadly borne.-They have the truth of this from Hero. and there will she sit in her smock, till she have quited. I hear how I am censured they say, I will writ a sheet of paper :--my daughter tells us all. Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, remem

bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from ber a pretty jest your daughter told us of.

her; they say too, that she will rather die than give it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the their detractions, and can put them to mending. Leon. O_When she bad writ it, and was reading any sign of affection. I did never think to marry :

I must not seem proud :-Happy are they that hear sheet! Claud. That.

They say the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand half-them witness: and virtuous ; : 'tis so, 1 cannot repence ; railed at hersell, that she shonld be so immo-prove it; and wise, but for loving me :-By my troth, dest to write to one that she knew would fout her of her fully, for I will be horribly in love with

her. I measure him, says she, by my oron spirit; for II may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of should flout him, if he writ to me; yed, though I love wit broken on me, because I have railed so long him, I should. Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot

against marriage :-Bat doth not the appetite alter ? sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses :sweet Benedick! God give me patience!

endure in his age : shall quips, and sentences, and Leon. She doth, indeed, my daughter says so : and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, that my career of his humour? No: the world must be peodaughter is sometime afraid she will do a desperate not think I should live

till I were married. - Here

When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did outrage to herself; It is very true.

D. Pedro. It were good that Benedick knew of it comes Beatrice ; By this day, she's a fair lady: I do by some other, if she will not discover it.

spy some marks of love in her. Claud. To what end? He would make but a sport

Enter Beatrice. of it, and torment the poor lady worse.

Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come. D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang in to dinner. him : she's an excellent sweet lady; and, out of all Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. suspicion, she is virtuous.

Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. would not have come.

Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combuting in Bene. You take pleasure in the message ! so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have just knife's point, and choke a daw withal. You have cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

no stomach, siguior: fare you well. [Exit, D. Pedro. I would she bad bestowed this dotage on Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you me; I would have dafld adl other respects, and made come to dinner there's a double meaning in that. I her half myself: I pray yon, tell Benedick of it, and took no more pains for those thanks, than you took hear what he will say:

pains to thank me--that's as much as to say, Any pains Leon. Were it good, think you?

that I take for you is as easy as thanks :-If I do not Claud. Hero, thinks surely, she will die : for she take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, says, she will die if he love her not; and she will die I am a Jew: I will go get her picture. [Exit ere she makes her love known: and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of

ACT III. . her aceastomed crossness. D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make tender

SCENE I.* Leonato's Garden. of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it ; for the

Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit. Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour ; Claud. He is a very proper man.

There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice

I

Proposing with the Prince and Claudio :

She cannot be so much without true judgment
Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula

(Having so swift and excellent a wit,
Walk in the orchard, and our whole dsscouse As she is priz'd to have), as to refuse
Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us ; So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick.
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,

Hero. He is the only man in Italy,
Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,

Always excepted my dear Claudio. Forbid the sun to enter ; --like favourites,

Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Speaking my fancy; signior Benedick, Against that power that bred it :---there will she hide For shape, for bearing, argument, and valour, To listen our purpose : this is thy office, Cher, Goes foremost in report through Italy. Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.

Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant yon, presently, Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he bad it.

[Exit. When are you married, madam ? Hero. Now, Ursula, whe

eatrice doth come,

Hero. Why, every day ;-to-morrow : come, go in; As we do trace this alley up and down,

I'll show thee some attires; and have thy counsel, Oar talk must only be of Benedick:

Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow. [madam, When I do name bin, let it be thy part

Urs. She's lim'd, I warrant you ; we have caught her, To praise him more than ever man did merit:

Hero. Jf it prove so, then loving goes by baps : My talk to thee must be, how Benedick

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Is sick in love with Beatrice of this matter

(Exeunt Hero and Ursula.

1 Is little Capid's crafty arrow made,

Beatrice advances. That only wounds by bearsay. Now begin ;

Beat. What fire is in mine ears ? Can this be true ? Enter Beatrice, behind.

Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much! For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu ! Close by the ground, to hear our conference,

No glory lives behind the back of such. Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee; Cat with her golden oars the silver stream,

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; And greedily devour the treacherous bait :

If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee So angle we for Beatrice ; who even now

To bind our loves up in a holy band : Is couched in the woodbine coverture :

For others say, thou dost deserve; and I Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Believe it beiter than reportingly,

(Exit. Hero. Then go we pear her, tbat her ear lose nothing of the false sweet bait that we lay for it

SCENE II. A Room in Leonato's House. [They advance to the Bower. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; I know, her spirits are as coy and wild

D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be conAs haggards of the rock.

summale, and then I go toward Arragon. Urs. But are you sure,

Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?

Touchsafe me. Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. D. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in the Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam! new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child bis

Hero. They did entreat me to acquaint her of it: new coat, and forbid him to wear it. I will only be But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick, bold with Benerlick for his company; for, from the To wish him wrestle with affection,

crown of his head to the sole of his foot,' he is all And never to let Beatrice know of it.

mirth; he hath twice or thrice cat Cupid's bowstring, Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman and the little hangman dares not shoot at him : he hath Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,

a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapAs ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?

per ; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. Hero. O god of love! I know, he doth deserve Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. As much as may be yielded to a man:

Leon. So say I; methinks you are sadder. But nature never fram'd a woman's heart

Claud. I hope, he be in love. of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :

D. Pedro. Hang him, truant; there's no true drop Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: if he Misprising what they look on; and her wit

be sad, he wants money. Values itself so highly, that to her

Bene. I have the tooih-ach! All matter else seeins weak : she cannot love,

D. Pedro. Draw it. Nor take to shape nor project of affection,

Bene. Hang it! She is so self-endeared.

Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it afterUrs. Sure, I think so ;

wards. And therefore, certainly it were not good

D. Pedro. What? sigh for the tooth-ach ? She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.

Leon. Where is but a humour, or a worm ! Hero. Why, you speak truth : I never yet saw man, Bene. Well, every one can master a grief, but he How wise, how poble, young, how rarely featur'd,

that has it. But she would spell him backward: if fair-faced, Claud. Yet say I, he is in love. She'd swear the gentleman should be her sister; D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, If black, why, nature, drawing of an antic,

anless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises ; Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed ; as, to be a Dutchman to-day ; a Frenchman to-morIf low, an agate very vilely cut:

row; or in the shape of two countries at once, as a If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds : German from the waist downward, all slops; and a If silent, why, a block moved with none.

Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet : Unless So turns she every man the wrong side out;

he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, And never gives to truth and virtue, that

he is no fool for fancy, as you would bave it appear Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

be is. Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.

Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, Hero. No not to be so odd, and from all fashions, there is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable :

o'mornings ; what should that bode! But who dare tell her so? If I should speak,

D. Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ? She'd mock me into air ; 0, she would langli me Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen Out of myself, press me to death with wit.

with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,

already stuffed tennis-balls. Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly :

Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by It were a better death than die with mocks ;

the loss of a beard. Which is as bad as die with tickling.

D. Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet: Can Urs. Yet tell her of it ; hear what she will say. you smell him out by that? Hero. No ; rather will go to Benedick,

Claud. TI as acb as to say, the sweet youth's And counsel him to fight against his passion :

in love. And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders

D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy. To stain my cousin with one doth not know,

Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face 1 How much an ill word may empoison liking.

D. Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself 1 for the which, Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong. I hear what they say of him.

with you.

Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit; which is now Dogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal. God hath crept into a lutestring, and now governed by stops. blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favoured

D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him : man is the gift of fortune ; but to write and read conclude, conclude, he is in love.

comes by nature. Claud. Nay, but I koow who loves him.

2 Watch. Both which, master constable, D. Pedro. That would I know too; I warrant, one

Dogb. You have; I knew it would be your answer. that knows him not.

Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks, Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions ; and, in despite and make no boast of it; and for your writing and of all, dies for him.

reading, let that appear when there is no need of such D. Pedro. She shall be baried with her face upwards. vanity. You are thought here to be the most sense

Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooch-ach.--Old less and fit man for the constable of the watch; signior, walk aside with me: I have studied eight or therefore bear you the lantern : this is your charge nine wise words to speak to you, which these hobby-you shall comprehend all vagrom men : you are to horses must not hear. (Exeunt Benedick and Leonato. bid any man stand, in the prince's name.

D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about 2 Watch. How if he will not stand ? Beatrice.

Dogb. Why then, take no note of him, but let him Claud. 'Tis even so : Hero and Margaret have by 80; and presently call the rest of the wateh together, this played their parts with Beatrice; and then the and thank God you are rid of a knave. two bears will not bite one another, when they meet. Verg. If he will not stand when he is bidden, he Enter Don John.

is none of the prince's subjects. D. John. My lord and brother, God save you.

Dozb. True, and they are to meddle with none but D. Pedro. Good den, brother.

the prince's subjects: you shall also make no noise D. John. If your leisure served, I would speak is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

in the streets : for, for the watch to babble and talk, D. Pedro. In private?

2 Watch. We will rather sleep than talk; we know

what belongs to a watch. D. John. If it please you ;-yet count Ciandio may hear ; for what I would speak of concerns him.

Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and most D. Pedro. What's the matter?

quiet watchman; for I cannot see how sleeping should D. John. Means your lordship to be married to offend ; only, have a care that your bills be not stolen: morrow 1

[To Claudio. those that are drunk get them to bed.

Well, you are to call at all the alehouses, and bid D. Pedro. You know he does.

2 Watch. How if they will not? D. John. I know not that, when he knows wbat I know.

Dogb. Why then, let them alone till they are soClaud. If there be any impediment, I pray you dis- you may say, they are not the men you took them

ber; if they make you not then the better answer, cover it.

for. D. John. You may think I love you not; let that appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now

2 Watch. Well, sir. will manifest ; for my brother, I thiuk, he holds you by virtne of yuar ofice, to be no true man: and, for

Dogb. If you meet a thief, you may suspect bim, well; and in dearness of heart bath holp to effect your ensuing marriage : surely, suít ill spent, and then, why, the more is for your honesty,

such kind of men, the less you meddle or make with labour ill bestowed !

2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we D. Pedro. Why, what's the matter ! stances shortened, (for she hath been too long a talk- they that touch pitch will be deliled: the most peaceD. John. I came hither to tell you'; and, circum- not lay, hands on him!

Dogb. T uly, by your office, you may; but I think, ing of), the lady is disloyal. Claud. Who? Hero !

able way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let D. John. Even she ; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, bim show himself whai he is, and steal out of your

company. every man's Hero. Claud. Disloyal ?

Verg. You have been always called a merciful man, D. John. The word is too good to paint out her partner. wickedness; I could say, she were worse, think you much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Dogb. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will ; of a worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not till further warrant: go but with mne to-night, you

Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, you shall see her chamber-window entered ; even the

must call the purse, and bid her still it.

2 Watch. How if the nurse be asleep, and will not night before her wedding-day: if you love her then, hear us 1 to-morrow wed her ; but it would better fit your ho

Dogb. Why then depart in peace, and let the child nour to change your mind.

wake her with crying for the ewe that will not bear Claud. May this be so! D. Pedro. I will not think it.

her lamb when it baes, will never answer a calf when

he bleats. D. John. If you dare not trust that you see, confess not that you know : if you will follow me, I will

Verg. "Tis very true. show you enough and when you have seen more, ble, are to present the prince's own person if you

Dogo. This is the end of the charge. You, constaand heard more, proceed accordingly,

Claud. If I see any thing to-night why I should meet the prince in the night, you may stay him. not marry her to-morrow ; in the congregation, where

Verg. Nay, by'r lady, that i think he cannot. I should wed, there will I shame her.

Dogb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man D. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain her, without the prince be willing for, indeed, the watch

that knows the statues, he may stay him; marry, not I will join with thee to disgrace her,

D. John. I will disparage ber no further, till you ought to offend no man: and it is an offence to stay are my witnesses: bear it coldly but till midnight,

a man against his will.

Verg. By'r lady, I think, it be so. and let the issue show itself.

Dogo. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night: an D. Pedro. O day untowardly turned !

there be any matter of weight chances, call up me : Claud. O mischief strangely thwarting! D. John. O plague right well prevented !

keep your fellows counsels and your own, and good

night-Come, neighbour. So will yon say, when you have seen the sequel.

Exeunt.

2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge : let SCENE III. A Street.

us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, and

then all to bed. Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch. Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours : I pray Dogb. Are you good men and true ?

you, watch about signior Leonato's door ; for the Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they should wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great coil snuffer salvation, body and soul.

to-night: adieu, be vigilant, I beseech you. Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for

[ Exeunt Dogberry and Verges. them, if they should have any allegiance in them, being chosen for the prince's watch.

Enter Borachio and Conrade.
Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour Bera. What! Conrade,-
Dogberry

Watch. Peace, stir not.

[ Aside. pogb. First, who think you the most desartless man Bora. Conrade, I say ! to be constable ?

Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow. 1 Watch. Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; Bora. Mass, and my elbew itched; I thought there for they can write and read.

would a scab follow.

Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and now Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the forward with thy tale.

hair were a thought browner : and your gown's a most Bora. Stand thee close then ander this penthouse, rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of Milan's for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true drunkard, gown, that they praise so. utter all to thee.

Hero. O, that exceeds, they say: Watch. [Aside) Some treason, masters : yet stand Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in respect close.

of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced with silBora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don John ver; set with pearls, down sleeves, side-sleeves, and a thousand ducats.

skirts round, underborne with a bluish tinsel: but for Con. Is it possible that any villany should be so a fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, yours dear!

is worth ten on't. Bora. Thon shouldst rather ask, if it were possible Here. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is any villany should be so rich; for when rich Villains exceeding heavy! have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what Marg. "Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a man. price they will.

Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed? Con. I wonder at it.

Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is Bora. That shows thou art unconfirmed: thou not marriage honourable in a beggar Is not your lord knowest that the fashion of a doablet, or a hat, or a honourable without marriage? I think you would have cloak, is nothing to a man.

me say, saving your reverence,-a husband: an bad Con. Yes, it is apparel.

thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend nobody : Bora. I mean the fashion.

Is there any harm in-the heavier for a husband ? None, Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

I think, an if it be the right husband and the right wife: Con. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beafool. But seest thoá not what a deformed thief this trice else, here she comes. fashion is?

Enter Beatrice. Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a vile

Hero, Good morrow, coz. thief this seven year; he goes up and down like a

Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero. gentleman: I remember his name. Bora, Didst thou not hear somebody?

Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick tune! Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house.

Beat. I am out of all other tane, methinks. Bora. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief

Marg. Clap us into-Light o'love ; that goes withthis fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all the hot out a burden; do you sing

it, and I'll dance it. bloods, between fourteen and five and thirty! some

Beat. Yea, Light o'love, with your heels !--then if time, fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the lack no barns.

your husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall reechy painting ; sometime, like god Bel's priests in the old church window; sometime, like the shaven

Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scom that with Hercules in the smirched worm-eaten tapestry, where

my heels.

Beat. "T'is almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time you his cod-piece seems as massy as his club? Con. All this I see; and see, that the fashion wears ho!

were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill :-hey, out more apparel than the man : but art thou not thy

Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband 1 self giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted

Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion ! Bora. Not so neither : but know, that I have to-night

Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's 'wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the

no more sailing by the star.

Beat. What means the fool, trow ! name of Hero; she leans me out at her mistress' chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good night,--I

Marg: Nothing.I ; but God send every one their heart's

desire ! tell this tale vilely :-I should first tell thee, how the prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and placed, excellent

perfume.

Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an and possessed by my master Don John, caw afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter.

Deat. I am stuff'd cousin, I cannot smell.

Marg. A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly catching Con. And thought they Margaret was Hero?

of cold. Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio; but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly have you profess'd apprehension ?

Beat. 0, God help ine! God help me! how long by his oaths, which first possessed them, partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, but chietly by my

Marg. Ever since you left it : doth not my wit bevillany, which did contirm any slander that Don John

come me rarely ! had made, away went Claudio enraged swore he

Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in the temple, and there, before the whole congregation, dictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing would meet her as he was appointed, next morning at your cap..By my troth, I am sick.

Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduas Beneshame her with what he saw over-night, and send for a qualm. her home again without a husband. 1 Watch. Wecharge you in the prince's name, stand.

Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. 2 Watch. Call up the right master constable : we moral in this Benedictus.

Beat. Benedictus ! why Benedictus? you have some have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the commonwealth.

Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral 1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; Iknow perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, by'r lady,

meaning ; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may think, him, he wears a lock.

I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not Con, Masters, masters. 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in

to think what I can : nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I warrant you.

love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in Con. Masters. i Watch. Never speak; we charge yon, let us obey become a man: he swore he would never marry; and

love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he you to go with us. Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, but grudging: and how you may be converted, I know

yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat withbeing taken up of these men's bilis.

Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Come, not; but nethinks you look with your eyes as other we'll obey you.

[Breunt.

women do.

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps! SCENE IV. A Room in Leonato's House. Marg. Not a false gallop. Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.

Re-enter Ursula. Hero. Good Ursula, wake my coasin Beatrice, and Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, sigdesire her to rise.

nior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the Urs. I will, lady.

town, are come to fetch you to church. Hero. And bid her come hither.

Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Urs. Well. [Exit. Ursula.

(Exeunt. Marg. Troth, I think your other rabato were better.

SCENE V. Another Room in Leonato's House. Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this,

Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I warrant, Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. your cousin will say so.

Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour? Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; I'll Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence Wear none but this.

with you, that decerns you nearly.

Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy Will you with free and unconstrained soul time with me.

Give me this maid, your daugh'er ! Dogo. Marry, this it is, sir.

Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir.

Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose Leon. What is it, my good friends ?

May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. [worth Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the V. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. inatter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfalas, God help, I would desire they were ; but, in faith, There, Leonato, take her back again; [ness. honest as the skin between his brows.

Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :living, that is an old man, and no honester than I. Behold, how like a maid sbe blushes here:

Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neigh-o, what authority and show of truth bour Verges.

Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are To witness simple virtue! Would you not swear, the poor duke's officers; but, traly, for mine own part, All you that see her, that she were a maid, it I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my By these exterior shovs ? But she is none heart to bestow it all of your worship.

She knows the heat of a luxurious bed: Leon. All thy tediousness on me, ha!

Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than Leon. What do you mean, my lord? 'tis : for 1 heur as good exclamation on your worship,

Claud.

Not to be married, as of any man in the city; and though I be buta poor Not knit my soul to an approved wanton. man, I am glad to hear it.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof Verg. And so am I.

Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. And made deleat of her virginity,

Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your Claud. I know what you would say; if I have known Worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as arrant You'll say, she did embrace ine as a husband, [her, paves as any in Messina.

And so extenuate the 'forehand sin: Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talkiog, as No, Leonato, they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; God help I never tempted her with word too large ; as it is a world to see !--Well said, i'iaith neighbour But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Verges :-well, God's a good man; an two men ride Bashful sincerity, and comely love, of a horse, one must ride behind : an honest soul, Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you ! i'faith, sir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread : Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: but, God is to be worshipped: all men are not alike; You seem to me as Dian in lier urb; alas, good neighbour !

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown: Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you. Bat you are more intemperate in your blood Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.

Than Venus or those pamper'd animals Leon. I must leave you.

That rage in savage sensuality. Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, indeed, Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide 1 comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? have them this morning examined before your worship. D. Pedro.

What should I speak ? Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring I stand dishonour'd, that have gone ahout it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto To link my dear friend to a common stale. you.

Leon. Are these things spoken! or do I but dream! Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are Leon. Drink some wine ere you go : fare you well. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. (true.

Hero.

True, O God! Enter a Messenger.

Claud. Leonato, stand I here! Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your Is this the prince ! Is this the prince's brother ! daughter to her husband.

Is this face Hero's ? Are our eyes our own! Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

Leon. All this is so ; but what of this, my lord ? (Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. Claud. Let me bat move one question to your daughDogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis And, by that fatherly and kindly power [ter; Seacoal, bid' him bring his pen and inkhorn to the That you have in her, bid her answer traly. gaol; we are now to examination these men.

Leon. I charge thee do so, thou art my child. Verg. And we must do it wisely.

Hero. O God defend me ! how am I beset Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; What kind of catechising call you this ! here's that (Touching his Forehead) shall drive some

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. of them to a non com : only get the learned writer to

Hero. Is it pot Hero? Who can blot that name set down our excommunication, and meet me at the With any just reproach ? gaol.

(Exeunt.
Claud

Marry, that can Hero;
Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

What man was he talk'd with you yesternight ACT IV.

Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ! SCENE I. The Inside of a Church.

Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Enter Don Pedro, Don Jolin, Leonato, Friar, Clau

D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.-Leonato, dio, Benedick, Hero, Beatrice, &c.

I am sorry you must hear; upon mine honour, Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their Díd see her, hear her, at that hour last night, particular duties afterwards.

Talk with a ruftian at her chamber-window; Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady? Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, Claud. No.

Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come to A thousand times in secret. marry her.

D. John

Fie, fie! they are Friar. Lady, you come hither be married to this Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; count?

There is not chastity enough in language, Hero. I do.

Withont offence to utter them : thus, pretty lady, Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on Cland. 'O Hero! what a Hero badst thou bees, your souls, to utter it.

If i alt thy outward graces had been placed Claud. Know you any, Hero?

About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! Hero. None, my lord.

But, fare thee weil, most fou!, most fair ! farewell, Friar. Know you any, count?

Thou pure in piety, and impious purity! Leon. I dare make his answer, none.

For thee I'll luck up all the gates of love, Claud. 0, what mea dare do I what men may do! And on my eyelids sball conjecture hang, what men daily do not knowing what they

do! To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, Bene. How now! iuterjections ? Why, then some and never shall it wore be gracious. be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he!

Leon. Hath no man's dagger bere a point for me ! Claud. Stand thee by, friar: --Father, by your leave;

Hero swoons

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