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Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibi- Sexton. What heard
else? ton to examine.
2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou. Sexton. But which are the offenders that are sand ducats of Don John, for accusing lady Hero to be examined ? let them come before master con- wrongfully. stable.
Dogb. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. -What is your name, friend?
Sexton. What else, fellow ? Bora. Borachio.
[sirrah? 1 Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.--Your's, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is assembly, and not marry her. Conrade.
Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Dogb. Write down—master gentleman Con- everlasting redemption for this. Masters, do you serve God
(rade.- Sexton. What else? Con. g Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.
2 Watch. This is all. Dogb. Write down—that they hope they serve Sexton. And this is more, masters, thau you God :-and write God first; for God defend but can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly God should go before such villains !—Masters, it stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, is proved already, that you are little better than in this very manner refused, and upon the grief false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so of this, suddenly died.-Master constable, let these shortly. How answer you for yourselves ? men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. go before, and show him their examination. (erit.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. but I will go about with him.Come you bither, Verg. Let them be in band. sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it Con. Off, coxcomb ! is thought you are false knaves.
Dogb. God's my life! Where's the sexton ? let Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.
him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.— Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they are Come, bind them. Thou naughty varlet ! both in a tale; have you writ down—that they Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. are none?
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way thou not suspect my years?—0 that he were here to examine: you must call forth the watch, that to write me down—an ass !—but, masters, rememare their accusers.
ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way.-Let down, yet forget not that, I am an ass.—No, thou the watch come forth.—Masters, I charge you, villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved in the prince's name, accuse these men.
upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, and, which is more, an officer; and, which is the prince's brother, was a villain.
more, a householder: and, which is more, as Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain.— pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow -Villain.
enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; Bora. Master constable,
and one that hath two gowns, and every thing Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like bandsome about him.—Bring him away. O, thy look, I promise thee.
that I had been writ down-an ass. [exeunt.
BEFORE LEONATO'S HOUSE.
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk Enter Leonato and Antonio.
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; And I of him will gather patience. And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief But there is no such man: for, brother, men Against yourself.
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which they, themselves, not feel ; but, tasting it, Which falls into mine ears as profitless
Their counsel turns to passion, which before As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ; Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine. Charm ach with air, and agony with words: Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, To those that wring under the load of sorrow; And bid him speak of patience;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, To be so moral, when he shall endure And let it answer every strain for strain; The like himself: therefore, give me no counsel: As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, My griefs cry louder than advertisement. [differ. In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Ant. Therein do men from children nothing If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and Cry-Sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should | For there was never yet philosopher, [blood : groan;
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
Ant. Hold you content: what, man! I know And made a pish at chance and sufferance.
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongʻring boys,
Leon. There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander,
And this is all.
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.
D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.
your patience. Leon. Some baste, my lord!— well, fare you My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; well, my lord :
But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing Are you so basty now ?—well, all is one. [man. But what was true, and very full of proof. D.Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old
Leon. My lord, my lord,— Ant. If he could right himself by quarrelling,
D. Pedro. I will not hear you. Some of us would lie low.
Leon. No? Claud. Who wrongs him?
Brother, away :-I will be heard ; Leon. Marry,
[thou;- Ant. And shall, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou uissembler, Or some of us will smart for it. (ex. Leon, and Ant. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
Enter Benedick. I fear thee not.
D. Pedro. See, see, here comes the man we Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
went to seek. If it should give your age such cause of fear ; Claud. Now, signior; what news? In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.
Bene. Good day, my lord. Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : you are almost I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; [me: come to part almost a fray. As, under privilege of age, to brag [do,
Claud. We had like to have had our two noses What I have done being young, or what would snapped off with two old men without teeth. Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy hcad,
D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother. What Thou bast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me,
think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ;
bave been too young for them. And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days,
Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. Do challenge thee to trial of a man.
I came to seek you both. I thou hast belied mine innocent child;
Claud. We have been up and down to seek Thy slander hath gone through and through her thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would And she lies buried with her ancestors : [heart, fain bave it beaten away: wilt thou use thy wit? 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it? Save this of her's, fram'd by thy villainy.
D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Claud. My villainy !
Claud. Neverany did so, though very many have Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say.
been beside their wit.—I will bid thee draw, as D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.
we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. Leon. My lord, my lord,
D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks it on his body, if he dare;
pale :--art thou sick or angry? Despite his nice fence, and his active practice,
Claud. What! courage, man! What though care His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhoud. killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. kill care. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, my child;
an you charge it against me:- I pray you, choose If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
another subject. Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this But that's no matter; let him kill one first. —
last was broke cross. Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,
D. Pedro. By this light be changes more and Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me:
I think, he be angry indeed. [girdle. Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence;
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear ? I.eon. Brother,—
[niece; Claud. God bless me from a challenge! ..Ant. Content yourself. God knows, I lov'd my Bene. You are a villain; I jest not :- I will And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains. make it good how you dare, with what you dare, Tbat dare as well answer a man, indecd,
and when you dare.—Do me right, or I will proAs I dare take a serpent by the tongue :
test your cowardice. You have killed a sweet Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops !
lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let Leon. Brother Andony.
me hear from you.
Claua. Well, I will meet you, so I may have D. Pedro. Officers, what ofience have these good cheer.
men done? D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to report; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not secondarily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, carve most curiously, say my knife's naught.- they have belied a lady ; thirdly, they have veri. Shall I not find a woodcock too?
fied unjust things : and, to conclude, they are Bene. Your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
lying knaves. D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised
D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine done; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; wit; true, says she, a fine little one: no, said I, sixth and lastly, why they are committed ; and. a great wit; right, says she, a great gross one : to conclude, what you lay to their charge? nay, said I, a good wit; just, said she, it hurts Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own dirinobody: nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; cer- sion; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well tain, said she, a wise gentleman: nay, said I, he suited. hath the tongues; that I believe, said she, for he D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he that you are thus bound to your answer ? this, forswore on Tuesday morning; there's a double learned constable is too cunning to be understood. tongue; there's two tongues. Thys did she, an What's your offence ? hour together, trans-shape thy particular virtues; Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to get, at last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count the properest man in Italy.
I have deceived even your very eyes ; Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and what your wisdoms, could not discover, these said, she cared not.
shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all night, overheard me confessing to this man, how that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would Don John, your brother, incensed me to slander love him dearly; the old man's daughter told us the lady Hero; how you were brought into the all.
orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's Claud. All, all, and moreover, God saw him, gurments; how you disgraced her, when you should when he was hid in the garden.
marry her; my villainy have they upon record; D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage which I had rather seal with my death, than bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead upon
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells mine and my master's false accusation; and briefly, Benedick the married man?
I desire nothing but the reward of a villain. Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind;
D. Pedro. Runs not, this speech like iron I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: through your blood ?
Lit. you break josts as braggarts do their blades, which, Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd God be thanked, hurt not.—My lord, for your D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to many courtesies I thank you : I must discontinue
(of it. your company; your brother, the bastard, is filed Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice from Messina: you have, among you, killed a D. Pedro. He is compos'd and frain’d of treachsweet and innocent lady: For my lord Lack-beard, ery: and fled he is upon this villainy. there, be and I. shall meet; and, till then, peace
Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear be with him.
(exit Benedick. In the rare semblance that I loved it first. D. Pedro. He is in earnest.
Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this Claud. In most profound earnest ; and, I'll war- time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of rant you, for the love of Beatrice.
the matter; and, masters, do not forget to specify, D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass, Claud. Most sincerely.
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when and the sexton too. he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Serton. wit!
Leon. Which is the vilain? Let me see his Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with That, when I note another man like him, [eyes ? Conrade und Borachio:
avoid him. Which of these is he? (me. Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on is an ape a doctor to such a man.7.12
Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my
hast kill'd heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother Mine innocent child ?
Bora. Yea, even I alone. Dogb. Come, you, sir ; if justice cannot tame Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself;' you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her Here stand a pair of honouralle men, ve! balance ; nay, an you be a cursing hypocrito once, A third is Aed, that had a hand in its you must be looked to.
I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death : D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Record it with your high and worthy deeds ; bound! Borachio, one!
"Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Cluud. Hearken after their offenco, my lord. Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
was filed ?
my soul, nor I
Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself, Leon. Bring you these rellows on, we'll talk Impose me to what penance your invention
with Margaret Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd felBut in mistaking
low. 123 129 din
[ccit. D. Pedro. By my
SCENE II. LEONATO'S GARDEN. And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
Enter Benedick and Margaret, meeting. I would bend under any heavy weight
Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaréta That he'll enjoin me to.
deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, speech of Beatrice." That were impossible ; but I pray you both, Märg. Will you then write me a sonnet in Possess the people in Messina here
praise of my beauty? How innocent she died; and, if your love
Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no mar Can labour ought in sad invention,
living shall come over it; for, in most comcly Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,
truth, thou deservest it. $18 And 'sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :
Marg. To have no mani come over me? why, To-morrow morning come you to my house ; shall I always keep below stairs ? 125 Si And since you could not be my son-in-law, Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhounds Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, mouth, it catches. ** bolu ei ihan Almost the copy of my child that's dead,
Mary. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, And she alone is beir to both of us ;43Orcousin, which hit, but hurt not. ait en el si 2991 son Give her the right you should have given her Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not And so dies my revenge.
hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : Claud: 0, 'noble sir,
I give thee the bucklers.
niui vielen Joan Your over-kindness doth wring tears from 'me! Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers I do embrace your offer; and dispose
of our own. From henceforth of Leon. TOOrTqWithen I will expectQuiCONCEIBene.qIfyll use them, Margarety must
put in thc pikes with'a vice; and they are danTo-night I take my leave._This naughty man gerous weapons for maids. riti Sball face to face be brought to Margaret,
Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, wlio, Who, I believe, 'was pack'd in all this wrong, I think, hath legs.
v [ezit Margaret." Hir'd to it by your brother.
Bene. And therefore will come. Bora. No, bymysqul, she was not
The god of love,
[Singing! Nor knew not what 'she did, when she spoke to
That sits above, to'!
And knows me, and knows me, I t? gift But always hath been just and virtuous,
deserve, In any thing that I do know by her.
1 moan, in singing ; but in loving -- Leander, the Dogb. Müregver, sir,(Wich, indeed, isnot goodswimmer, Trõõlus, the first Emploģero Pana under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the dars, and a whole book full of these quondam offender, did call me ass. I beseech you, let it be carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly. remembered in his punishment: and also," the in the even road of a blank verse, why they were watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they never so truly turned over and over as my poor say, he wears a key’in bis eur; and a lock hanging self, in love. Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; by it, and borrows' money in God's which he hath used so long, and never same; the I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady,
paid, that but baby, an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, 2. now men grow hard-bearted, and will lead nothing hard rhyme; for school, fool, a babbling rhyme; for God's sake : pray you, examine him upon that very ominous endings. No, I was not born under point.
a rhyming planet, por I cannot woo' in festival Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. terms. Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful
Enter Beatrice.r and reverend youth ; and I praise God for you. Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou' come when I called. LegnThereaforthy pains.
thee? Dogb. God save the foundation !
Beat. Yea, signior; and depart when you.bid me. Leon Go, I discharge thee of thựprisoner, and Bene. O, stay but till then ? I thank thee.
Beat. Then, is spoken ; fare you well now: Dog. I leave an arrant kñave with your worạnd yet, ereIglet me go with that I came for, ship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct which is, with knowing what háth passed between yourself, for the example of others, God keep you and Claudio. your worship; I wish your worship well; God re- Bene. Only foul words ; and thereupon I will store you to health; I humbly give you leave to kiss thee. depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul God prohibit it.—Come, neighbour.
wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noi[exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch. some; therefore, I will depart unkissed. Leon. Until to-morrow morning, 'lords, farewell. Beñe. Thou hast frighted the word out of his Ant. Farewell, my lords'; we took" for you to- right sense, so forcible is thy wit t' büt, I must tell D. Pedro. We will not fail. Imorrow. thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; Claud. To-night I'll' monin with Heró. !" and either I must shortly hear from him, or I
Tereunt Don Pedro and Claudio. I will subscribe bim a coward. And, I pray theo Urtar
un estilo esrl,!!!
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst
Till death be uttered, thou first fall in love with me?
Heavily, heavily. Beat. For them all together; which maintained su politic a state of evil, that they will not admit
Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! any good part to intermingle with them. But
Yearly will I do this rite.
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?
[day, Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer
The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the gentle love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas !
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey: If you spite it for my sake, I will Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. spite it for yours; for I will never love that which Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several my friend hates.
[weeds; Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Beat. It appears not in this confession : there's And then to Leonato's we will go. (speeds, not one wise man among twenty, that will praise
Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue himself.
Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that
[exeunt. lived in the time of good neighbours; if a man do SCENE IV. A ROOM IN LEONATO'S HOUSE. not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ur. shall live no longer in monument, than the bell
sula, Friar, and Hero. rings, and the widow weeps.
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Beat. And how long is that, think you?
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who acBene. Question ?- Why, an hour in clamour, cus'd her, and a quarter in rheum. Therefore it is most Upon the error that you heard debated. expedient for the wise, (if Don Worm, his con. But Margaret was in some fault for this; science, find no impediment to the contrary,) to Although against her will as it appears be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to In the true course of all the question. myself. So much for praising myself, (who, I Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy,) and Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd now tell me, how doth your cousin ?
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Beat. Very ill.
Leon. Well, daughter, and you, gentlewomen all, Bene. And how do you?
Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves : Beat. Very ill too.
And when I send for you, come hither mask'd. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. To visit me.—You know your office, brother; Enter Ursula.
You must be father to your brother's daughter, Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; And give her to young Claudio. (exeunt Ladies. yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counteHero hath been falsely accused, the prince and
nance. Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. muthor of all, who is fled and gone : will you come
Friar. To do what, signior ? presently?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, Your niece regards me with an eye favour. and be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'tis most go with thee to thy uncle's.
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had music and tapers.
[will ? Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? From Claudio, and the prince; but what's your Atten. It is, my lord.
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical : Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
In the estate of honourable marriage;
In which good friar, I shall desire your help.
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar. And my help.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants. Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair Assembly. (Song.) Pardon, goddess of the night,
Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow,
We here attend you ; are you yet determin'd
To-day to marry with my brother's daughter?
Cluud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethioa
THE INSIDE OF A CHURCH