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Most bounteous sir, Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd,

[Kneeliny. That should have died when Claudio lost his head, Look, if it please you, ou this man condemn'd, As like almost to Claudio, as himself. As if my brother liv'd: I partly think,

(Unmu ffles Claudio. A due sincerity govern'd his deeds,

Duke. If he be like your brother, (to Isabella.] Till he did look on me : since it is so,

for his sake Let him not die : My brother had but justice, Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely sake, In that he did the thing for which he died : Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, For Angelo,

He is my brother too : But fitter time for that. Ris act did not o'ertake his bad intent;

By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe ; And must be buried but as an intent

Methinks, I see a quick'ning in his eye: That perish'd by the way : thoughts are no sub- Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well : Intents but merely thoughts.

(jects; Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth Mari,

Merely, my lord. I find an apt remission in myself : [yours. Duke. Your suit's unprofitable ; stand up, I say. And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon :I have bethought me of another fault :

You, sirrah, to Lucio.) that knew me for a fool, Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded

a coward, At an unusual hour?

One all of luxury, an as3, a madman; Prov.

It was commanded so. Wherein have I so deserv'd of you, Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ? That you extol me thus ? Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according message.

to the trick: If you will hang me for it, you may, Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: but I had rather it would please you, I might be Give up your keys.

whipp'd. Prov. Pardon me, noble lord :

Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after,-I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;

Proclaim it, provost, round about the city; Yet did repent me, after more advice :

If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, For testimony whereof, one in the prison,

(As I have heard him swear himself, there's one That should by private order else have died, Whom he begot with child,) let her appear, I have reserv'd alive.

And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish'd, Duke. What's he?

Let him be whipp'd and hang'd. Prov.

His name is Barnardine. Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio, to a whore! Your highness said even now, I made Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him. you a duke; good my lord, do not recompense me,

Brit Provost. in making me a cuckold. Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd,

Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, Hemit thy other forfeits :Take him to prison : And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

And see our pleasure herein executed. Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure : | Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, death, whipping, and hanging. That I crave death more willingly than mercy; Duke. Slandering a prince deserves it. 'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore.

Joy to you, Mariana !-love her, Angelo; Re-enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Juliet. I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.

Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much good. Duke. Which is that Barnardine?

There's more behind, that is more gratulate. (ness: Prou.

This, my lord. Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy ; Duke. There was a friar told me of this man:- We shall employ thee in a worthier place: Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home That apprehends no further than this world,

The head of Ragozine for Claudio's; And squar'st thy life according. Thou'rt con The offence pardons itself.-Dear Isabel, demn'd;

I have a motion much imports your good; But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all; Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, And pray thee, take this mercy to provide

What's mine is your's and what is your's is mine: For better times to come: Friar, advise him ; So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show I leave him to your band.-What muffled fellow's What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. that?



PERSONS REPRESENTED. Don Pedro, Prince of Arragon.

A Serton. Don John, his bastard brother.

A Friar. Claudio, a young lord of Florence, favourite to A Boy.

Don Pedro. Benediok, a young lord of Padua, favourite likewise of Don Pedro.

Hero, daughter to Leonato. Leonato, governor of Messina.

Beatrice, niece to Leonato. Antonio, his brother.

Margaret, Balthazar, servant to Don Pedro.

gentlewomen attending on Hero.

Ursula, Š een
Borachio, } followers of Don John.
Conrade, so
Dogberry, } tro foolish Officers.

Messengers, Watch, and Attendants.


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Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.

Beat. And a good soldier to a lady ;-But what SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House. is he to a lord ? Enter Leonato, Hero, Beatrice, and others, with a

Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed Messenger.

with all honourable virtues.

Beat. It is so, indeed : he is no less than a Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of stuffed man: but for the stuffing-Well, we are Arragon comes this night to Messina.

all mortal. Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: leagues off when I left him.

there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior BeneLeon. How many gentlemen have you lost in dick and her : they never meet, but there is a skirthis action ?

mish of wit between them. Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name.

| Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don

now is the old man governed with one: so that if Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him Florentine, called Claudio.

bear it for a difference between himself and his Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally horse : for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to remembered by Don Pedro: He hath borne him

be known a reasonable creature.- Who is his comself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the panion now? He hath every month a new sworn figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion : he hath, in-Throther. deed, better bettered expectation, than you must | Mess. Is it possible ? expect of me to tell you how

Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the very much glad of it.

next block. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your there appears much joy in him ; even so much, I books. that joy could not show itself modest enough, with

Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. out a badge of bitterness.

But, I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there Leon. Did he break out into tears?

no young squarer now, that will make a voyage Mess. In great measure.

with him to the devil ? Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: There are

Mess. He is most in the company of the right no faces truer than those that are so washed. How lnoble Claudio. much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a weeping ?

disease : he is sooner caught than the pestilence, Beat. I pray you, is signior Montanto returned

and the taker runs presently mad. God help the from the wars, or no?

noble Claudio ! if he have caught the Benedick, it Mess. I know none of that name, lady ; there will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cured. vas none such in the army of any sort.

Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece?

Beat. Do, good friend. Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of

Leon. You will never run mad, niece.

Beat. No, not till a hot January. Mess. O, he is returned, and as pleasant as ever

Mess. Don Pedro is approached. he was. Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and

Enter Don Pedro, attended by Balthazar and others, challenged Cupid at the flight: and my uncle's fool,

Don John, Claudio, and Benedick. reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt.--I pray you, how D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come many hath he killed and eaten in these wars But to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I promised to avoid cost, and you encounter it. to eat all of his killing.

1 Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the Leon. Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too likeness of your grace ; for trouble being gone, much; but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not. comfort should remain; but when you depart

Mess. He hath done good service, lady, in these from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his Fars.

leave. Deat. Yon had musty victual, and he hath holp D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too wil. to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he lingly. I think, this is your daughter. hath an excellent stomach.

Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so.


Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her ? Bene, I can see without spectacles, and I see no

Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a such matter : there's her cousin, an she were not child.

possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may beauty, as the first of May doth the last of Decemguess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, ber. But I hope, you have no intent to turn husthe lady fathers herself :-.Be happy, lady! for you band; have you? are like an honourable father.

Claud. I would scarce trust myself, though I had Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. would not have his head on her shoulders, for all Bene. Is it come to this, i' faith ? Hath not the Messina, as like him as she is.

world one man, but he will wear his car with susBeat. I wonder that you will still be talking, picion? Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore signior Benedick; no body marks you.

again ? Go to, i' faith: an thou wilt needs thrust Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh living.

away Sundays. Look, Don Pedro is returned to Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while she seek you. hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come

Re-enter Don Pedro. in her presence.

Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat :-But it is! D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: you followed not to Leonato's ? and I would I could find in my heart that I had] Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me to not a hard heart : for, truly, I love none.

tell. Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I Bene. You hear, Count Claudio : I can be secret thank God, and my cold blood, I am of your hu. as a dumb man, I would have you think so; but on mour for that; I had rather hear my dog bark at a my allegiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance : crow, than a man swear he loves me.

-He is in love. With who?- now that is your Bene. God keep your ladeship still in that mind! grace's part.- Mark, how short his answer is :so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predesti. With Hero, Leonato's short daughter nate scratched face.

| Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, and Bene. Like the old tale, my lord : " it is not so, 'twere such a face as yours were.

nor 'twas not so ; but, indeed, God forbid it should Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

be so." Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God for. of yours.

bid it should be otherwise. Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady tongue; and so good a continuer : But keep your is very well worthy. way o' God's name; I have done.

Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. you of old.

Claud, And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. D. Pedro. This is the sum of all : Leonato, Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, signior Claudio, and signior Benedick,--my dear I spoke mine. friend Leonato hath in vited you all. I tell him, Claud, That I love her, I feel. we shall stay here at the least a month ; and he D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know. heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer : Bene. That I neither feel how she should be lov. I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his ed, nor know how she should be worthy, is the opi. heart.

nion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be for- it at the stake. sworn.-Let 'me bid you welcome, my lord : being! D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretick reconciled to the prince your brother, I owe you in the despite of beauty. all duty.

Claud, Ånd never could maintain his part, but D. John. I thank you : I am not of many words, in the force of his will. but I thank you.

Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her ; Leon. Please it your grace lead on?

that she brought me up, I likewise give her most D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go to humble thanks : but that I will have a recheat gether. (Ereunt all but Benedick and Claudio. winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an in

Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter visible baldrick, all women shall pardon me : Be. of signior Leonato ?

cause I will not do them the wrong to mistrust Bene. I noted her not: but I looked on her. Jany, I will do myself the right to trust none : and Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?

the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I Bene. Do you question me as an honest man will live a bachelor. should do, for my simple true judgment: or would D. Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale you have me speak after my custom, as being a pro with love. fessed tyrant to their sex?

Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober lord; not with love: prove, that ever I lose

Bene. Why, i faith, methinks she is too low for more blood with love, than I will get again with a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's little for a great praise : only this commendation I pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house, can afford her; that were she other than she is, she for the sign of blind Cupid. were unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, D. Pedro. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this I do not like her.

faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument. Claud. Thou thinkest I am in sport; I pray thee, Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and tell me truly how thou likest her.

shoot at me; and he that bits me, let him be clap Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after ped on the shoulder, and called Adam. Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? (her ? D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try :

Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak in time the savage bull doth bear the yoke, you this with a sad brow? or do you play the fiont. Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever this sen. ing Jack; to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, sible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, and Vulcan a rare carpenter ? Come, in what key and set them in my forehead: and let me be vileiy shall a man take you, to go in the song ?

painted: and in such great letters as they write. Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that Here is good horse to hire, let them signify under my ever I looked on.

sign,-Here you may sce Benedick the married man.

hness now may co


Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st sent time by the top, and instantly break with you be horn-mad.

of it. D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. Ant. A good sharp fellow; I will send for him, Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

and question him yourself. D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the Leon. No, no ; we will hold it as a dream, till it hours. In the mean time, good signior Benedick, appear itself :--but I will acquaint my daughter repair to Leonato's; commend me to him, and tell withal, that she may be the better prepared for an him, I will not fail him at supper; for, indeed, he answer, if peradventure this be true. Go you, and hath made great preparation.

tell her of it. (Sereral persons cross the stage.] Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for Cousins, you know what you have to do.-0, 1 cry such an embassage; and so I commit you

you mercy, friend: you go with me, and I will use Claud. To the tuition of God: From my house, your skill :-Good cousins, have a care this busy (if I had it,


(Ereunt. D. Pedro. The sixth of July: Your loving friend, Benedick.

SCENE III.-Another Room in Leonato's House. Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not : The body of

Enter Don John and Conrade. your discourse is some time guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither : Con. What the goujere, my lord! why are you ere you flout old ends any further, examine vour thus out of measure sad? conscience and so I leave you. Erit Benedick. D. John. There is no measure in the occasion Claud. My lietre. your highness now may do me that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without

good. D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach : teach it! Con. You should hear reason. but how,

D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessAnd thou shalt see how apt it is to learn

ing bringeth it ? Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

| Con. If not a present rernedy, yet a patient suf. Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?

ferance. D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only 1 D. John. I wonder that thou being (as thou Dost thou affect her, Claudio ?

Their: say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to Claud,

O my lord,

apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. When you went onward on this ended action,

| I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,

have cause, and smile at no man's jests : eat when That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand

I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; Than to drive liking to the name of love :

sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts

business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no Have left their places vacant, in their rooms

man in his humour. Come thronging soft and delicate desires,

Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show All prompting me how fair young Hero is,

of this, till you may do it without controlment. Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

You have of late stood out against your brother, D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,

and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where And tire the hearer with a book of words:

it is impossible you should take true root, but by If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it;

the fair weather that you make yourself : it is And I will break with her, and with her father,

needful that you frame the season for your own And thou shalt have her: Was't not to this end,

harvest. That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?

D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood That know love's grief by his complexion !

to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to But lest my liking might too sudden seem,

rob love from any:in this, though I cannot be said I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise. to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader that I am a plain dealing villain. I am trusted than the floud ?

with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog. The fairest grant is the necessity :

therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage : Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st;

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my And I will fit thee with the remedy.

liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time, I know, we shall have revelling to-night;

let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me. I will assume thy part in some disguise,

Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? And tell fair Hero I am Claudio;

D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,

Who comes here? What news, Borachio ?
And take her hearing prisoner with the force

Enter Borachio.
And strong encounter of my amorous tale:
Then, after, to her father will l break;

Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine :

prince, your brother, is royally entertained by In practice let us put it presently.

(Exeunt. Leonato; and I can give you intelligence of an in.

tended marriage. SCENE II.-A Room in Leonato's House. 1 D. John. Will it serve for any model to build Enter Leonato and Antonio.

mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths

himself to unquietness ? Leon. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. your son ? Hath he provided this musick ?

D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ? Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I Bora. Even he. can tell you strange news that you yet dreamed D. John. A proper squire ! And who, and who? not of.

which way looks he ? Leon. Are they good ?

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir Ant. As the event stamps them; but they have a of Leonato. good cover, they show well outward. The prince D. John. A very forward March-chick! How and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached came you to this? alley in my orchard, were thus much overheard by Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was a man of mine : The prince discovered to Claudio, smoking a musty room, comes me the prince and that he loved my niece your daughter, and meant Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt to acknowledge it this night in a dance; and, if me behind the arras; and there heard it agreed he found her accordant, he meant to take the pre- upon, that the prince should woo Hero for him.

self, and having obtained her, give her to count to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? Claudio.

to make an account of her life to a clod of way. D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may ward marl ? No, uncle, I'll none : Adam's sons are prove food to my displeasure : that young start-up my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin to match hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross in my kindred. him any way, I bless myself every way : You are Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you : it both sure, and will assist me?

the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know Con. To the death, my lord.

Iyour answer. D. John. Let us to the great supper : their cheer Beat. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, is is the greater that I am subdued: "Would the you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be cook were of my mind !-Shall we go prove what's too important, tell him, there is measure in every to be done ?

thing, and so dance out the answer. For hear me, Borg. We'll wait upon yonr lordship. [Exeunt. Hero; Wooirz, wedding, and repenting, is as a

Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first

suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as ACT JI.

fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a

measure full of state and ancientry; and then comes SCENE I.-A Hall in Leonato's House. repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his others.


Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. Leon. Was not count John here at supper ?

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a Ant. I saw him not.

church by day-light. Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, make can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour good room. after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar;

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and just in the mid-way between him and Benedick; 1 others, masked. the one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest son, ever-I D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your more tattling.

friend? Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and count John's mouth, and half count John's melan. say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, espe. choly in signior Benedick's face,

cially, when I walk away, Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, D. Pedro. With me in your company ? and money enough in his purse, such a man would Hero. I may say so, when I please. win any woman in the world,-if he could get her D. Pedro. And when please you to say so ? good will.

Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee the lute should be like the case ! a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within Ant. In faith, she is too curst.

the house is Jove. Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall les Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. sen God's sending that way: for it is said, God D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love. sends a curst con' short horns; but to a cow too

[Takes her aside. curst he sends none.

Bene. Well, I would you did like me. Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you Marg. So would not I, for your own sake, for I no horns.

have many ill qualities. Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the Bene. Which is one? which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every Marg. I say my prayers aloud. morning and evening: Lord! I could not endure a Bene, I love you the better; the hearers may cry, husband with a beard on his face: I had rather Amen. lie in the woollen.

Marg. God match me with a good dancer! Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath Balth, Amen. no beard.

Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when Beat. What should I do with him ? dress him the dance is done - Answer, clerk. In my apparel, and make him my waiting gentle Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered. woman? He that hath a beard, is more than a Urs. I know you well enough; you are signiot youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a Antonio. man: and he that is more than a youth, is not for Ant, At a word, I am not. me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. him: Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell.

Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless Leon, Well then, go you into hell ?

you were the very man: Here's his dry hand up Beat. No ; but to the gate; and there will the and down; you are he, you are he. devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on Ant. At a word, I am not. his head, and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get Urs. Come, come ; do you think I do not know you to heaven; here's no place for you maids : so you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, there's an end. and there live we as merry as the day is long. Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ?

Ant. Well, niece, [to Hero.] I trust, you will Bene, No, you shall pardon me. be ruled by your father.

Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make Bene. Not now. courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you :--but! Beat. That I was disdainful, -and that I had my yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales - Well, fellow, or else make another courtesy, and say, this was signior Benedick that said so. Father, as it pleuse me.

Bene. What's he? Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough fitted with a husband.

Bene. Not I, believe me. Beat. Not till God make men of some other Beat. Did he never make you laugh ? metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Bene, I pray you, what is he?

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