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your cousin : I must say, she is dead; and so, Doyb. Dost thou not suspect my place ? Dost farewell.

[Exeunt. thou not suspect my years ? -- that he were here to

write me down-an ass ! but, masters, remember, SCENE II.-A Prison.

that I am an ass; though it be not written down,

yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou villain, Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns; and

thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio.

by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?

more, an officer; and, which is more, a housholder; Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton ! and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any Serton. Which be the malefactors ?

is in Messina ; and one that knows the law, go to; Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and to examine.

every thing handsome about him :-Bring him Serton. But which are the offenders that are to be away. O, that I had been writ down-an ass ! examined ? let them come before master constable.

[Exeunt. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.What is your name, friend ? Bora. Borachio.

ACT V. Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.— Yours, sirrah?

SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House. Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Con

Enter Leonato and Antonio. rade.

Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself: -Masters, do you serve God?

And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

Against yourself. Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve Leon,

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, God :-and write God first for God defend but! Which falls into mine ears as profitless God should go before such villains !_Masters, it is. As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; proved already that you are little better than false Nor let no comforter delight mine ear. Inaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. How answer you for yourselves ?

Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you :1 And bid him speak of patience: but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, I Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine. sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is

sir. I say to you, it is And let it answer every strain for strain; thought you are false knaves.

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Dogb. Well, stand aside. _Fore God, they are! If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard : both in a tale : Have you writ down-that they are Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should none ?

groan; Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk examine: you must call forth the watch that arel With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, their accusers.

And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :- Let the But there is no such man: For, brother, men watch come forth Masters. I charge you, in the Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief prince's name, accuse these men.

Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the Their counsel turns to passion, which before prince's brother, was a villain.

Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :- Why

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother-vil

Charm ach with air, and agony with words:

No, no ; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Bora. Master constable,

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, look, I promise thee.

To be so moral, when he shall endure Sexton. What heard you him say else?

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand My griefs cry louder than advertisement. [differ. ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero Ant. Therein do men from children nothing wrongfully.

Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. For there was never yet philosopher, (blood; Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

That could endure the tooth-ach patiently ; Sexton. What else, fellow?

However they have writ the style of gods, 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon And made a pish at chance and sufferance. his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assem. Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; bly, and not marry her.

Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Leon. There thou speak'st reason. nay, I will do everlasting redemption for this.

My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied; (so : Sexton. What else?

And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, 2 Watch. This is all

And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily. manner refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly D. Pedro. Good den, good den. died.-Master constable, let these men be bound, Claud.

Good day to both of you. and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, and Leon. Hear you, my lords, show him their examination.

[Erit. D. Pedro.

We have some haste, Leonato. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

Leon. Some haste, my lord ! well, fare you well, Verg. Let them be in band.

my lord :Con. Off, coxcomb !

Are you so hasty now ?--well, all is one. [man. Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb.- Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Come, bind them :- Thou naughty varlet ! Some of us would lie low. Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass.


Who wrongs him ?



Marry, D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother : What think'st Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have thou :

been too young for them. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour: I fear thee not.

I came to seek you both Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, 1 Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; If it should give your age such cause of fear : for we are high proof melancholy, and would fain In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ?

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at Bene. It is in my scabbard ; Shall I draw it? I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

[me: D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? As, under privilege of age, to brag

Claud, Never any did so, though very many have What I have done being young, or what would do, been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head, do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

pale :-Art thou sick, or angry ? And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Claud. What! courage, man! What though care Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; care. Thy slander hath gone through and through her | Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an heart,

you charge it against me :-I pray you choose anoAnd she lyes buried with her ancestors :

ther subject. O! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this Save this of her's, fram'd by thy villainy.

last was broke cross. Claud. My villainy !

D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine I say. more; I think, he be angry indeed. D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his Leon.

My lord, my lord, girdle. I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;

Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, Claud. God bless me from a challenge! His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.

Bene. You are a villain ;-I jest not-I will Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. make it good how you dare, with what you dare, Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd and when you dare: -Do me right, or I will promy child;

test your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. and her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me hear

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed; from you. But that's no matter; let him kill one first;

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have Win me and wear me,- let him answer me, good cheer. Come follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me:

D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

calf's head and a capon, the which if I do not carve Leon. Brother,

most curiously, say, my knife's naught.-Shall I not Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my find a woodcock too? niece;

Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; D. Pedro, I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; As I dare take a ser pent by the tongue :

True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, a great Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!.

wit; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said I, Leon.

Brother Antony, a good wit; Just, said she, it hurts no body : Nay, Ant. Hon you content: What, man! I know said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a them, yea,

wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues : And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, morning; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy par. And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, ticular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy. And this is all

Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, Leon. But, brother Antony,

she cared not. Ant.

Come, 'tis no matter; D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all that, Do not meddle, let me deal in this.

an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake him dearly : the old man's daughter told us all. your patience.

Claud. All, all : and moreover, God saw him when My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; he mas hid in the garden. But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's But what was true, and very full of proof.

horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Leon. My lord, my lord,

Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dnells D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. Benedick the married man? Leon.

No? Bene. Fare you well, boy! you know my mind; Brother, away :-I will be heard ;

I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour : Ant.

And shall, you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, Or some of us will smart for it.

God be thanked, hurt not.-My lord, for your (Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. many courtesies I thank you : I must discontinue Enter Benedick.

your company : your brother, the bastard, is fled

from Messina: you have, among you, killed a sweet D. Pedro. See, see ; here comes the man we went and innocent lady: For my lord Lack-beard, there, to seek.

he and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with Claud. Now, signior! what news?


(Erit Benedick. Bene. Good day, my lord.

D. Pedro. He is in earnest. D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost Claud, In most profound earnest; and I'll war. come to part almost a fray.

rant you, for the love of Beatrice. Claud. We had like to have had our two noses D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? snapped off with two old men without teeth.

Claud. Most sincerely.

D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when hel Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge yourself;

Impose me to what penance your invention Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not, Conrade and Borachio.

But in mistaking.

i D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is And yet, to satisfy this good old man, an ape a doctor to such a man.

I would bend under any heavy weight D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my That he'll enjoin me to. heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother was Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, fied ?

That were impossible ; but I pray you both, Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, Possess the people in Messina here she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance : How innocent she died : and, if your love nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must Can labour aught in sad invention. be looked to.

Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :bound ! Borachio, one!

Tomorrow morning come you to my house; Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord ! And since you could not be my son-in-law,

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men Be yet my nephew : my brother hath a daughter, done?

Almost the copy of my child that's dead, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- | And she alone is heir to both of us; port; moreover, they have spoken untruths; se- Give her the right you should have given her cousin, condarils, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they | And so dies my revenge. have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified Claud,

0, noble sir, unjust things: and, to conclude, they are lying Your over kindness doth wring tears from me! tnaves.

I do embrace your offer; and dispose D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; For henceforth of poor Claudio.

[ing : thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence ; sixth and Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your com. lastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude,To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man what you lay to their charge ?

Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Hir'd to it by your brother. D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that Bora.

No, by my soul, she was not ; you are thus bound to your answer ? this learned Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; constable is too cunning to be understood : What's But always hath been just and virtuous, your offence ?

In any thing that I do know by her. Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not mine answer ; do you hear me, and let this count (under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes : what offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools remembered in his punishment : And also, the have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, me confessing to this man, how Don John your he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero; how it; and borrows money in God's name; the which you were brought into the orchard, and saw me he hath used so long, and never paid, that now court Margaret in Hero's garments ; how you dis- men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for graced her, when you should marry her : my vil. God's sake: Pray you, examine him upon that lainy they have upon record; which I had rather point. seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame: * Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. the lady is dead upon mine and my master's false Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. reward of a villain.

Leon. There's for thy pains. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Dogb. God save the foundation ! your blood ?

Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and Claud. I have drunk poison, while he uttered it. I thank thee. D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worBora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it. ship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of trea- yourself, for the example of others. God keep your chery :

worship; I wish your worship well; God restore And fled he is upon this villainy.

you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart; Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear and if a merry meeting may be wished, God proIn the rare semblance that I loved it first.

hibit it.-Come, neighbour. Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiff's; by this

(Ereunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch, time our Sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. the matter : And masters, do not forget to specify, .Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you towhen time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. D. Pedro. We will not fail.

(morrow. Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, Claud.

To-night I'll mourn with Hero. and the Sexton too.

(Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton.

Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with

Margaret, Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes; How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. That when I note another man like him,

[Ereunt. I may avoid him Which of these is he? [me.

SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden.
Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on
Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath

Enter Benedick and Margaret, meeting. Mine innocent child ?

[hast kill'd Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de. Bord. Yea, even I alone.

serve well at my hands, by helping me to the Leon. No, not so, villain ; thou bely'st thyself; speech of Beatrice. Here stand a pair of honourable men,

Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise A third is fled, that had a hand in it :

1 of my beauty ? I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man Record it with your high and worthy deeds; living shall come over it; for, in most comely "Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. truth, thou deservest it.

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Marg. To have no man come over me? why, much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear shall I always keep below stairs ?

witness, is praise-worthy,) and now tell me, How Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's doth your cousin ? mouth, it catches.

Beat. Very ill. Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, Bene. And how do you ? which hit, but hurt not.

Beat. Very ill too. Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. I give thee the bucklers. Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of

Enter Ursula. our own.

Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle ; Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and weapons for maids.

Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the auMarg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I thor of all, who is fled and gone; will you come think, hath legs.

(Exit Margaret. presently? Bene. And therefore will come.

Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior?

Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and
The god of love,


be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go
That sits above,
And knows me, and knows me,

with thee to thy uncle's.

[Ereunt. How pitiful I deserve,

SCENE III.--The Inside of a Church. I mean, in singing; but in loving.-Leander the Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pan

musick and tapers. ders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the

Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so

Atten. It is, my lord. truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love :

Claud. (Reads from a scroll.]
Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried ; Done to death by slanderous tongues
I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an inno-

Was the Hero that here lies : cent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for

Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, school, fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous end

Gives her fame which never dies : ings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, So the life, that died with shame, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.

Lives in death with glorious fame.
Enter Beatrice.

Hang thou there upon the tomb, [affixing it. Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called

Praising her when I am dumb. thee?

Now, musick, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Bene. O, stay but till then!

SONG, Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now:

Pardon, Goddess of the night, and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, Those that slew thy virgin knight, which is, with knowing what hath passed between For the which, with songs of woe, you and Claudio.

Round about her tomb they go. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will

Midnight, assist our moan; kiss thee.

Help us to sigh and groan, Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul

Heavily, heavily : wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome;

Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, therefore I will depart unkissed.

Till death be uttered, Bene, Thou hast frighted the word out of his

Heavily, heavily. right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell

Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ;

Yearly will I do this rite. and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will

D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now,

torches out: tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first

The wolves have prey'd : and look, the gentle fall in love with me?

day, Beat. For them all together; which maintained

Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about so politick a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray:

| Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. which of my good parts did you first suffer lovel

Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several for me?

way. Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer


er D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. I

And then to Leonato's we will go. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think ; alas !!

Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite

speeds, it for yours; for I will never love that which myl-Than this

my Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! friend hates. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

(Ereunt Beat. It appears not in this confession : there's SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. not one wise man among twenty, that will praise himself.

Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that

Ursula, Friar, and Hero. lived in the time of good neighbours : if a man do Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who acshall live no longer in monument, than the bell |

cus'd her, rings, and the widow weeps.

Upon the error that you heard debated : Beat. And how long is that, think you?

But Margaret was in some fault for this; Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, Although against her will, as it appears and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most ex- In the true course of all the question. pedient for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,' Mean time, let wonder seem familiar, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

And to the chapel let us presently. And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Bene. Soft and fair, friar.--Which is Beatrice? The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour Beat. I answer to that name ; [Unmasking.] To visit me:--You know your office, brother ;

What is your will ? You must be father to your brother's daughter, Bene. Do not you love me? And give her to young Claudio. [Ereunt Ladies. Beat.

No, no more than reason. Ant. Which I will do with confirin'd counte Dene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and nance.

Claudio, Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Friar. To do what, signior ?

Beat Do not you love me? Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them. I Bene.

No, no more than reason. Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

Ursula, Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most Are much deceiv'd ; for they did swear, you did. true.

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

me. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead me,

for me. From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your Bene. "Tis no such matter :-Then you do not Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical : (will ?

love me? But, for my will, my will is, your good will

Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd

Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the genIn the estate of honourable marriage;

tleman. In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves Leon. My heart is with your liking.

For here's a paper, written in his hand, her; Friar.

And my help. A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Fashion'd to Beatrice.

And here's another,
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.

Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Containing her affection unto Benedick. Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against Claudio;

our hearts Come, I will have thee; but, by this We here attend you : Are you yet determind light, I take thee for pity. To-day to marry with my brother's daughter ?

Beat. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar save your life, for I was told you were in a con. ready.

[Erit Antonio. sumption. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. That you have such a February face, the matter,

[Kissing her. So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?

| D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull :

man? Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit. And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram ? No: When he would play the noble beast in love. if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;

nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purAnd got a calf in that same noble feat,

pose that the world can say against it; and there. Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. fore never flout at me for what I hve said against

it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluRe-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked.

sion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have Claud. For this I owe you : here come other beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my reckonings.

kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have deAnt. This same is she, and I do give you her. nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out Claud. Why, then she's mine : Sweet, let me see of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer ; your face.

which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. hand

Bene. Come, come, we are friends :- let's have a Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar ; own hearts, and our wives' heels. I am your husband, if you like of me.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. [sick. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : Bene. First, of my word; therefore, play mu

(Unmasking. Prince, thou art sad ; get thee a wife, get thee a And when you lov'd, you were my other husband. wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipClaud. Another Hero ?

ped with horn.
Nothing certainer :

Enter a Messenger.
One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,
And, surely as I live, I am a maid.

Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in
D. Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero that is dead !! flight,
Leon. She died my lord, but whiles her slander And brought with arned men back to Messina.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; l'll deFriar. All this amazement can I qualify;

vise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, When, after that the holy rites are ended,


[Dance. I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:



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