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Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I war Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how long rant, your cousin will say so.
have you profess'd apprehension ? Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; Murg. Ever since you left iti doth not my wit I'll wear none but this.
become me rarely ? Marg. I like the new tirer within escellently, if Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it the hair were a thought browner : and your gown's in your cap:-By my troth, I am sick. a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of Murg. Get you some of this disulled Carduus Milan's gown, that they praise so.
Benedictus,' and lay it to your heart; it is the only Hero. O, that exceeds, they say.
thing for a qualm. Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in re Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. spect of
: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have with silver; set with pearls, down-sleeves, side- some moral in this Benedictus. sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blueish Marg. Moral ? no, by my troth, I have no moral tinsel: 'but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may fashion, yours is worth'ten on'.
think, perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; is exceeding heavy!
nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, i Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a cannot think, if I would think my heart out of think
ing, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, Hero. Fye upon thee! art not ashamed ? or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such
Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? another, and now is he become a man: he swore he Is not marriage honourable in a beggar ? Is not your would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his lord honourable without marriage? I think, you heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how would have me say, saving your reverence,-a hus- you may be converted, I know not; but methinks, band: an bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, you look with your eyes as other women do. I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm in the heavier Bent. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? for a husband ? None, I think, an it be the right hus Marg. Not a false gallop. band, and the right wife; otherwise 'lis light, and
Re-enter URSULA. not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, hero she
Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count,
signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of Enter BEATRICE.
the town, are come to fetch you to church. Hero. Good morrow, coz.
Heo. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero.
[Exeuni. Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick SCENE V. Another Room in Leonato's House. tune ? Bent. I am out of all other tune, methinks.
Enter LEONATO, with DOGBERRY and VERGES. Marg. Clap us into-Light o' love; that
Leon. What would you with me, honest neighwithout burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it.
bour? Beat. Yea, Light" o' love, with your heels ? Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidenco then if your husband have stables enough, you'll with you, that decerns you nearly. see he shall lack no barns.
Leon. Brief, I pray you ; for you see, 'tis a busy Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that time with me. with my heels.
Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir. Beat. "Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. you were ready. By my troth lam exceeding ill : Leon. What is it, my good friends ? -hey ho !
Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? the maiter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not so Beal. For the letter that begins them all, H.5 blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; but
Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's in faith, honest as the skin between his brows. no more sailing by the star.
Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any Bent. What means the fool, trow ?
man living, that is an old man and no honester Marg: Nothing I; but God send every one their than I. heart's desire !
Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras, '° Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are neighbour Verges. an excellent perfume.
Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. Dogh. It pleases your worship to say so, but we
Marg. A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly catch- are the poor, duke's officers; but, truly, for mine ing of cold.
own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could
find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. } Headline sicerer. Side or syde in North Britain is Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! used for long when applied to the garment. It has the 7 Cardures Benedictus, or blessed thistle (says Co. same signification in Anglo-Saxon and Danish.
gan in his Haven of Health, 1595), so worthily named 3 The name of a popular old dance lune, mentioned for the singular virtues that it hath.'—'This herbe may again in the Two Gentlemen of Verona, and in several worthily be called Benedictus, or Omnimorbiu, that it of our old dramas. The notes are given in the Vario. is a salve for every sore, not known to physitians of old rum Shakspeare.
time, but lately revealed by the speciall providence of 4 A quibble between barns repositories for corn, and Almighty God.' bairns children, formerly pronounced barns. So, in 8.You have some moral in this Benedictus,' i. c. The Winter's Tale :
some hidden meaning, like the moral of a fable. Thus Mercy on us, a barn! a very pretty barn!' in the Rape of Lucrece: Ő That is for an ach or pain, pronounced aitch. See Nor could she moralize his wanton sight. note on Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2. Heywood has an epigram And in the Taming of the Shrew, 'lo expound the mean. which best elucidates this:
ing or moral of his signs and tokens.' "His worst among letters in the cross-row,
9 1. e. ferds on lore, and likes his food." For if thou find him either in thine elbow,
10 I. e. tords, in Spanish. It seems to have been cur. In thine arm or leg, in any degree;
rent here for a time, even among the vulgar; it was In thine head, or teeth, or toe, or knee;
probably introduced by our sailors, as well as the cor Into what place soever H may pike him,
rupted form pala'ver. We have it again in the mouth Wherever thou find him ache thou shall not like him.' or Sly the Tinker, “Therefore paucus pallabris : let
6 so in The Merry Wives of Windsor :- Who's the world slide, Sessa.' there, trow. This obsolete exclamation of inquiry is 11 This stroke of pleasantry, arising from the trans. a contraction of trou ye? think you? believe your position of the epithet poor, has already occurred in Steevens was mistaken in saying, that To Irow is to Measure for Measure. Elbow says; It'it please your imagine, to conceivo.
horour, I am the poor duke's constable.'
Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Claud. Stand thee by, friar:-Father, by your than 'us ; for I hear as good exclamarion on your
leave! worship, as of any man in the city; and though I Will you with free and unconstrained soul be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Give ine this maid, your daughter? Verg. And so am I.
Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. Ciuud. And what have I to give you back, whose Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting
worth your worship’s presence, have ta'en a couple of as May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? arrant knaves as any in Messina.
D). Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Dogb. A good old man, sir ; he will be talking; Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me nuble thanke as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out ;
fulness. God help us! it is a world to see!'-Well said, There Leonato, take her back again. i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good Give not this routen orange to your friend; man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :behind:-An honest soul, j'faith, sir : by my troth Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: he is, as ever broke bread: but,'God is io be wor- o, what authority and show of truth shipped : All men are not alike ; alas! good neigh-Can cunning sin cover itself withal! bour!
Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of To witness simple virtue? Would you noc swear,
All you that see her that she were a maid, Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.
By ihese exterior shows ?--But she is fione : Leon. I must leave you.
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed : Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, in- Her blush is guiltiness, not modesiy. deed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and Leon. What do you mean, my lord ? we would have them this morning examined before Claud.
Not to be trarried, your worship.
Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton. Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, unto you.
And made defeat of her virginity, Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Claud. I know what you would say;
If I have Leon. Drink some winc ere you go; fare
known her, Enter a Messenger.
You'll say she did embrace me as a husband,
And so extenuate the 'forehand sin : Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your No, Leonato, daughter to her husband.
I never tempted her with word too large;s Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
(Ereunt Leonato and Messenger. Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it gaol; we are now to examination these mtn.
You seem to me as Dian in her orb; Verg. And we must do it wisely.
As chaste as is the bud cre it be blown; Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; But you are more intemperate in your blood here's that, (Touching his forehearl,} shall drive Than Venus or those pamper'd animals some of them to a non com : only get the learned That rage in savage sensuality. writer to set down our excommunication, and meet Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so me at the gaol.
What should I speak ?
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale. SCENE I. The Insidle of a Church. Enter Don Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream?
Pedro, Don John, LEONATO, Friar, CLAUDIO, D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things
Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.
Hero. the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount
True, O God. their particular duties afterwards.
Claud. Leonato stand I here? Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? lady?
Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Claud. No.
Leon. All this is so; but what of this my lord ? Leon. To be married to her, friar ; you come to
Claud. Let me but move one question to your marry her.
daughter; Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to And by that fatherly and kindly power? this count.
That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Hero. I do.
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Friar. If either of you know any inward impedi- what kind of catechizing call you this ?
Hero, O God, defend me! how am I beset! ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.2
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. Claud. Know you any, Hero ?
Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Hero. None, my lord.
With any just reproach ? Friar. Know you any, count?
Marry, that can Hero; Leon. I dare make his answer, none.
Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! What man was he talk'd with you yesternight what men daily do! not knowing what they do!
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he!
I This was a common apostrophe of admiration 5 Licentious. equivalent to it is wonderful, or it is admirable.' 6 i. e. 'So remotely from the present business. You
? This is borrowed from our' marriage ceremony, are wide of the matter,' is a familiar phrase will in us which, (with a few changes in phraseology,) is the same 7 i. e, natural power.' Kind is used for nature' as was used in Shakspeare's time.
So in The Induction to The Taming rihe Sh 8 Lascivious.
* This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs.' Hi. e. “if in your owo trial.'
Iwhich here also signifies naturally.
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Leon. Confirm’d, confirm'd! O, that is stronger D. Pedro. Why then are you no maiden.-Leo made, nato,
Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! I am sorry you must hear; upon my honour, Would the two princes lie ? and Claudio lie ? Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die. Tak with a rutlian at her chamber-window ; Friar. Hear mne a liale; Who hath, indeed, most like a liberall villain, For I have only been silent so long, Confess’d the vile encounters they have had And given way unto this course of fortune, A thousand times in secret.
By noting of the lady: I have mark'd
Fie, Fie! they are A thousand blushing apparitions start
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
To burn the errors that these princes hold Claud. o Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Against her maiden truth :--Call me a fool; If half thy outward graces had been placed Trust not my reading nor my observations, About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! Which with experimental zeal doth warrant But fare ihee well, most foul, most fair! farewell, The tenour of my book; trust not my age, Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
My reverence, calling, nor divinity, For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang,
Under some biting error. To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
Friar, it cannot be: And never shall it more be gracious.?
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, Leon. Hath no mau's dagger here a point for me? Is, that she will not add to her damnation
[Hero swoons. A sin of perjury; she not denies it; Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
That which appears in proper nakedness ? D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of ? thus to light,
Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know Smother her spirits up. (Exeunt Don PEDRO, Don John, and CLAUDIO. If I know more of any man alive, Bene. How doth the lady?
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Beat. Dead, I think ;-help, uncle
Let all my sins lack mercy!-O my father, Hero! why, Hero !-Uncle !-Signior Benedict
Prove you that any man with me convers'd friar?
At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Leon. O fate take not away thy heavy hand!
Main ain'd the change of words with any creature, Death is the fairest cover for her shame,
Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. That be wish'd for.
Friar. There is some strange misprision' in the may Beat. How now, cousin Hero?
princes. Friar. Have comfort, lady.
Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour ; Leon. Dost thou look up?
And if their wisdoms be misled in this, Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not?
The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Leon. Wherefore ? Why, doth not every earthly | Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. thing
Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her, Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny
These hands shall 'tear her; if they wrong her The story that is printed in her blood ?
honour, Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes:
The proudest of them shall well hear of it. For did I think thou wouldst 'not quickly die,
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Nor fortune made such havock of my means,
Nor age so eat up my invention,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, 0, one too much by thee! Why had I one ?
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?
Ability in means, and choice of friends, Why had I not with charitable hand,
To quit me of them throughly.
Friar. Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;
Pause a while, Who smirched; thus, and mired with infamy,
And let my counsel sway you in this case. I might have said, No part of it is mine,
Your daughter here the princes left for dead; This shame derives itself from unknown loins ?
Let her awhile be secretly kept in, But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,
And publish it, that she is dead indeed : And mine that I was proud on; mine so much,
Maintain a mourning ostentation;" That I myself was to myself not mine,
And on your family's old monument Valuing of her: why, she-0, she is fallen
Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
That appertain unto a burial. Hath drops too few to wash her clean again ;*
Leon. What shall become of this? What will
this do? "And salt too little, which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!
Friar. Marry, this well carried, shall on her behalf
Change slander to remorse; that is some good. Bene. Sir, sir, be patient:
But not for that, dream I on this strange course, For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, I know not what to say.
But on this travail look for greater birth. Beat, 0, on my soul, my cousin is belied :
She dying, as it must be so maintain'd, Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Upon the instant that she was accus’d,
Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, of every hearer: For it so falls out, I have this (welvemonth been her bedfellow.
5 See note 5, p. 169, ante. i Liberal here, as in many places of these plays, 6 The same thought is repeated in Macbeth: means licentious beyond honesty or decency. This Will all great Nepuinc's ocean wush this blood sense of the word is not peculiar to Shakspeare.
Clean from my hand.' graced, favoured, countenanced. See As You 7 Mise ocen Like It, Act i. Sc. 2.
8 Benl is here used for the utmost degree of, or ten 3 That is, which her blushrs discovered to be true.'dency to honourable conduct. 4 Prame is order, contrivance, disposition of things. 9 Show, appearance
That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. You have staid me in a bappy bour; I was
Bend. Kit Claudio.
Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell.
Beat. I am gone, though I am here :-_There is Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go. Than when she liv'd indeed:--then shall he mourn, Bene. Beatrice, (If ever love had interest in his liver,^)
Beat. In faith, I will go. And with he had not so accused her ;
Bene. We'll be friends first. No, though he thought his accusation true.
Best. You dare easier be friends with me, that Let this be so, and doubt not but success
fight with mine enemy: Will fashion the event in better shape
Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
Bent. Is he not approved in the height a villain," But if all aim but this be levell’d false,
that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinsThe supposition of the lady's death
woman?--0, that I were a man!-What! bear her Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
in hands until they come to take hands; and then And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her with public accusation, uncovered slander, immiti(As beut behts her wounded reputation,)
gated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! I In some reclusive and religious life,
would eat his heart in the market-place. Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a pro And though, you know, my inwardness and love per saying! Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
Beat. Sweet Hero!--she is wronged, she is slanAs secretly, and justly, as your soul
dered, she is undone. Should with your body.
Being that I flow in grief, Beat. Princes, and counties!' Surely a princely The smallest twino may lead mo."
testimony, a goodly count-confect;'° a sweet gal. Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away ; lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or For to strange sores they strangely strain the that I had any friend would be a man for my sake!
But manhood is melted into courtesies," valour into Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, Perhaps is but prolong'd; have patience, and and trim'? ones too: he is now as valiant as Her endure.
cules, that only tells a lie, and swears it :- I can(Ercunt Friar, Hero, and LEONATO. not be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? woman with grieving. Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand I love Bene, I will not desire that,
thee. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.
Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is swearing by it. wrong'd.
Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio Beal. Ah, how much might the man deserve of hath wronged Hero? me, that would right her!
Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Bene. Enough, I am engaged, will challenge Beal. A very even way, but no such friend. him ; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : By Bene, May a man do it?
this hand Claudio shall render me a dear account: Beut. It is a man's office, but not yours. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort
Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as your cousin ; I must say she is dead; and so fare you ; is not that strange ?
(Exeunt. Beal. As strange as the thing I know not: It SCENE II. A Prison. Enter DOGBERRY, Ver. were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so
GES, 13 and Sexton, in gowns : and the Watch, well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not;
with CONRADE and Boracho, I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :-I am sorry for my cousin.
Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Bene. By my sword, Beatrico, thou lovost me. Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton ! Beat. Do not owear hy it, and eat it.
Sexton. Which be the malefactors? Bene. I will swear by it that you love me; and Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. I will make him eat it, that says I love not you. Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibiBeat. Will you not eat your word?
tion to examine, 14 Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it:
Serton. But which are the offenders that are to I protest I love theo.
be examined ? let them come before master conBeat. Why then, God forgive me !
stable. Bene. What ofronco, sweet Beatrice?
Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.
What is your name, friend? I l. e. raise in the highest pitch.
2 Upon the oceusion of his words she died: his words 9 Delude her with false expectations. Were the cause of her death.
9 Countie was the ancient term for a count or earl. 3 The liver was anciently supposed to be the seat of love. 10 A specious nobleman made out of sugar. 4 Intimacy.
11 Ceremonies. 8 This is one of Shakspeare's subtle observacions 12 Trim seems here to signify apl, fair spoken. upon lire. Men, overpowered with distress, engerly Tongue used in the singular, and trim ones in the plural, listen to the first offers of relief, close with every scheine, is a mode of construction not uncommon in Shakspeare. and believe every promise. He that has no longer any 13 Throughout this scene the names of Kempe and confidence in himself is glad to repose his trust in any Courley, two celebrated actors of the time, are put for other that will undertake to guide him.
Dogberry and Verges in the old editions. 6 1. e. 'I am in reality absent, for my heart is gone 14 This is a blunder of the constable's, for examinafrom you, I remain in person before you.'
tion to exhibit.' In the last scene of the third act Leo. 7 So, in K. Henry VII. : He's a traitor to the height.') nato says: “Take their examination yourself and bring In pracipiti vitium stetit.--JUV. i. 149.
the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.--Yours, a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath sirrah?
two gowns, and every thing handsome about him :Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Bring him away. O, thai I had been writ downConrade.
(Eseunt. Dogb. Write downr-master gentleman Conrade. -Masters, do you serve God ?' Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.
ACT V. Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve SCENE I. Before Leonato's House. Enter God :-and write God first ; for God defend but
LEONATO and ANTONIO. God should go before such villains !--Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than And 'tis not wisdom, thus io second grief
Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Lalse knaves; and it will go near to be thought so Against yourself. shortly. How answer you for yourselves ?
I pray thee, cease thy counsel Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Which falls into mine ears as profitless Dogb. A marvellous wiity fellow, I assure you; As water in a sieve : give not me counsel; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, sirrah ; a word in your ear, sir ; I say to you, is But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. thought you are false knaves.
Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God they are And bid' him speak of patience ; both in a tale : Have you writ down—that they are Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, none ?
And let it answer every strain for strain; Serton. Master constable, you go not the way to As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, examine ; you must call forth the watch that are in every lineament, branch, shape, and form: their accusers.
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard: Dogb. Yoa, marry, that's the eftest way ;-Le Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should the watch come forth:-Masters, I charge you, in
groan ;) the prince's name, accuse these men. I'Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the With candle-wasters ;“ bring him yet to me,
Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk prince's brother, was a villain.
And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Write down-prince John, a villain :
But there is no such man : For, brother, men Why this is Aat perjury, to call a prince's brother Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief -villain.
Which they ihemselves not feel; but, tasting it, Bora. Master constable,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like would give preceptial medicine to rage, thy look, I promise thee.
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Sexton. What heard you him say else?
Charm ach with air, and agony with words: 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero To those that wring under the load of sorrow : wrongfully.
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
To be so moral, when he shall endure Verg. Yea, by ihe mass, that it is.
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Serton. Whai else, fellow?
My griefs cry louder than advertisement, I Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assem
Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and bly, and stot marry her. 'bogl J villain! thou wilt be condemned into For there was never yet philosopher,
blood; everlastirig redemption for this.
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently Serlon, What else?
However they have writ the style of gods, 2 Watch. This is all.
And made a push at chance and sufferance. Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen Make those, that do offend vou, suffer too. away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this
Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I whi. very manner resused, and upon the grief of úis suddenly died.-Master coustable, let these men be My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied, bound, and brought to Leonato's ; I will go before, And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, and show him their examination.
[Erit. And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Verg. Let them be in the bands_
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Con. Off, coxcomb!
Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let D. Pedro. Good den, good den. bim write down the prince's officer, coxcomb. Claud.
Good day to both of you. Come, bind them :- Thou naughty varlet.
Leon. Hear you, my lords, Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you well, thou not suspeet my years ?-0 that he were here
my lord: to write me down--an asz!-but, masters, remem- Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one. ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old down, yet forget not that I am an ass : :-No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling, thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, Some of us would lie low. which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a Claud.
Who wrongs him? householder: and, which is more, as pretty a piece Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissemof flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that knows
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, I i. e. the quickest way.
I fear thee not. 2 In the old copy this passage stands thus : 'Serton.
Marry, beshrew my hand, Let them be in the hands of Coxconb.'
3 The folio reads, ' And sorrow, wagge, cry hem,' &c. 5 That is, 'than admonition, than moral instruction.'
4 Candle waslers. A contemptuons term for book. 6 Push is the reading of the old copy, which Pope al. worms or hard students used by Ben Jonson in Cyn. tered to pish without any seeming necessity. To make thja's Revels, and others.
a push any thing is to contend against it or dety u.