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Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have indeed your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.

comprehended two auspicious persons, and we would Marg. Get you some of this distill’d Carduns Bene- have them this morning examined before your worship. dictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing for Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it a qualm.

me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you. Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. Dogb. It shall be suffigance. Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have some Leon. Drink some wine ere you go; fare you well! moral in this Benedictus.

Enter a Messenger: Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral Mess.My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think, to her husband. perchaoce, that I think you are in love: nay, by'r lady, Leon. I will wait upon them ; I am ready. I am not such a fool to think what I list; vor i list not

(Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. to think what I can; nor, indeed, I caunot think, if I Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seawould think my heart out of thinking, that you are in coal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol; love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in we are now to examination these men. love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he be- Verg. And we must do it wisely. come a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet Dogb. We will spare forno wit, I warrant you ;here's now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without that (Touching his forehead.) shall drive some of grudging and how you may be converted, I know not;but them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do. down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol. Beat. What pace is this, that thy tongue keeps?

(Exeunt. Marg. Not a false galiop.

Re-enter URSULA.
Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, si-

А ст IV.
gnior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the SCENEI.The inside of a church.
town, are come to fetch you to church.

Enter Don Pedro, Don John, LEONATO, Friar, CLAUHero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good DIO, BENEDICK, HERO, and Beatrice, etc. Ursula!

[Exeunt. Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the

plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their SCENE V. Another room in Leonato's house. particular duties afterwards. Enter LEONATO, with DOGBERNY and VERGES.

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady? Leon. What would you with honest neighbour?

Claud. No. Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with Leon, To be married to her, friar; you come to maryou, that decerns you nearly. Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see 'tis a busy time Triar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.

Hero. I do.
Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir.

Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment
Leon. What is it, my good friends?

why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the your souls, to utter it. matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, Claud. Know you any, Hero? as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, Hero. None, my lord. honest as the skin between his brows.

Friar. Know you any, count?
Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man

Leon. I dare make his answer, none. living, that is an old man, and no honester than I. Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neigh- what men daily do! not knowing what they do!

Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then some Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he!
Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are Claud. Stand thee by, friar. - Father, by your leave;

poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own Will you with free and unconstrained soul
part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my Give me this maid, your daughter?
heart to bestow it all of your worship.

Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me.
Leon. Allthy tediousness on me! ha!

Claud. And what havel to give you back,whose worth Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? 'tis: for I hear as good exclamation on your worship, D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfulman, I am glad to hear it.

ness Verg. And so am I.

There, Leonato, take her back again ; Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting She's but the sign and semblance of her honour : your worship’s presence, have ta’en a couple of as ar- Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: rant knaves as any in Messina.

O, what authority and show of truth
Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; as Can cunning sin cover itself withal !
they say, When the ageis in, the wit is out; God help Comes not that blood, as modest evidence,
us! it is a world to see!-Well said, i’faith, neighbour To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
Verges !-well, God's a good man; an two men ride of All you that see her, that she were a maid,
a horse, one must ride behind;-

an honest soul, i'faith, By these exterior shows? But she is none:
şir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread : but, God she knows the heat of a luxurious bed:
is to be worshipped: all men are not alike ; alas, good Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you. Claud. Not to be married,
Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.

Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.
Leon. Imust leave you.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof,

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Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,

D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come thus And made defeat of her virginity,

to light, Claud. I know what you would say; if I have known Smother her spirits up. lier,

(Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband,

Bene. How doth the lady? And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:

Beat. Dead, I think;-help, uncle;No, Leonato,

flero! why,Hero!-Uncle!-- signior Benedick;-friar! I never tempted her with word too large;

Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! But, as a brother to his sister, slow'd

Death is the fairest cover for her shame, Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

That may be wish'd for. Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?

Beat. How now, cousin Hero? Claud. Outon thy seeming !I will write against it: Friar. Have comfort, lady! You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

Leon. Dost thou look up ? As chaste as is the bud, ere it be blown;

Friar. Yea: wherefore should she not? But you are more intemperate in your blood,

Leon.Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals,

Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny That rage in savage sensuality.

The story that is printed in her blood ?Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide? Do not live, Hero, do not ope thine eyes ! Leon. Sweet prince, wliy speak not you ?

For, did I think thou would'st not quickly die, D. Pedro. What should I speak?

Thought I, thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about

Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Toliuk my dear friend to a common stale.

Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one? Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frume? D.John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are o, one too much by thee! Why had I one?

Why ever wast thou lovely in mv eyes? Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

Why had I not, with charitable hand, Hero. True, O God !

Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;
Claud. Leonato, stand I here?

Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy,
Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? I might have said, No part of it is muine,
Is this face flero's? Are our eyes our own?

This shame derives itself from unknown loins ?
Leon, All this is so ; but what of this, my lord ? But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,
Claud. Let me but move one question to your And mine that I was proud on ; mine so much,

That I myself was to myselfnot mine, And, by that fatherly and kindly power

Valuing of her; why, shemo, she is fallen That you have in her, bid her answer truly.

Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Hath drops too few to wash her clean again ; llero. O God defend me! how am I besei!

And salt too little, which may season give
What kind of catechizing call you this?

To her foul tainted flesh !
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. Bene. Sir, sir, be patient!
Hero. Isit not Hero? Who can blot that name For my part, I am so attir'din wonder,
With any just reproach?

I know not what to say.
Claud. Marry, that can Hero;

Beat. 0, on my soul, my cousin is belied ! Hero itself cari blot out Hero's virtue.

Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? What man was hetalk'd with you yesternight

Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last night, Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one?

I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

Leon. Confirm’d, confirm’d! O, that is stronger made,
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron!
D. Pedro. Why, they are you no maiden.-Leonato, Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie?
I am sorry you must hear: upon mine hononr, Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Myself, my brother, and this grieved comt,

Wash'd it with tears ? Hence from her; let her die!
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,

Friar. Hear me a little;
Talk with arufhan at her chamber-window;

For I have only been silent so long,
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, And given way unto this course of fortune,
Confess'd the vile encounters, they have had By noting of the lady: I have mark's
A thonsand times in secret.

A thousand blushing apparitions start
D. John. I'ye, fye! they are

Into her face; a thousand innocent shames Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; * In angel whiteness bear away those blushes ; There is not chastity enough in langnage,

And in her eye there hath appear'da fire, Without offence, to utter them: thus, pretty lady, To burn the errors, that these princes hold I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

Against her maiden truth.- Call me a fool;
Claud. o Hero? what a llero hadst thou been, Trust not my reading, normy observations,
If half thy outward graces had been placed

Which with experimental seal doth warrant
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! The tenour of my book: trust not my age,
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair ! Farewell, My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
Thon pure impiety, and impious purity!

If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
For thiee I'll lock up all the gates of love,

Under some biting error! And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,

Leon. Friar, it cannot be : To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, And never shall it more be gracious.

Is, that she will not add to her damnation Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? A sin of perjury; she not denies it:

(Hero swoons. Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink you That, which appears in proper nakedness? down?

| Friar. Lady, what man is hie you are accus’d of?

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I love not you.

Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know none : As secretly, and justly, as your soul
If I know more of any man alive,

Should with your body.
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Leon. Being that Iflow in grief,
Let all my sins lack mercy :-0, my father,

The smallest twine may lead me.
Prove you, that any man withi me convers'd

Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away! At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight

For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Come, lady, dieto live: this wedding day, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!

Perhaps,is but prolong'd; have patience, and endure! Friar. There is some strange misprision in the

(Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. princes.

Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while ? Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. And if their wisdoms be misled in this,

Bene. I will not desire that. The practice of it lives in John the bastard,

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.

Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wrong’d. Leon. I know not: if they speak but truth of her, Beat, Ah, how much might the man deserve of me, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, that wouid right her! The proudest of them shall well hear of it.

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,

Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Nor age so eat up my invention,

Bene. Maya man do it? Nor fortune made such havock of my means,

Beat. It is a man's office, but not your's. Nor my bad lile reft me so much of friends,

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you ; But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,

Is vot that strange? Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as Ability in means, and choice of friends,

possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you; To quit me of them throughly.

but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess Friar. Pause a while,

nothing,nor I deny nothing.-I am sorry for my cousin. And let my counsel sway you in this case.

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Your daughter here the princes left for dead;

Beat. Do not swear by it, aud eat it. Let her awhilebe secretly keptin,

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I will And publish it, that she is dead indeed :

make him eat it, that says, Maintain a mourning ostentation ;

Beat. Will you not eat your word? And on your family's old monument

Bene. Witli no sąnce that can be devised to it: I proHang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites,

test, I love thee. That appertain unto a burial

Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behall Beat. You have staid mein a happy hour; I was about Changeslander to remorse; that is some good : to protest, I loved yon. But not for that dream I on this strange course, Bene. And do it with all thy heart. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none She, dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

is left to protest. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee! Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus’d,

Beat, Kill Claudio. Of every hearer. For it so falls out,

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
That what we have we prize not to the worth,

Beat. You kill me to deny it. Farewell.
Whiles we enjoy it; but, being lack'd and lost, Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
Why, then we rack the value; then we find

Beat. I am gone, though I am here; - there is no The virtue, that possession wonld not show us lovein

o you.- Nay, I pray you, let me go! Whiles it was ours.--So will it fare with Claudio: Bene. Beatrice,When he shall hear, she died upon his words,

Beat. In faith, I will go. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Bene. We'll be friends first. Into his study of imagination;

Beat. You dare casier be friends with me, than fight And every lovely organ of her life

with mine enemy. Shall come appareil'd in more precions habit,

Bene. Is Claudio thinc enemy? More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured,mykinswoman? Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall he mourn, -0, that I were a man!-What! bear herin hand m(If ever love had interest in his liver,)

til they come to take hands, and then, with public And wish, he had not so accused her;

accusation, uncovered slander,umitigated rancour, No, though he thought his accusation true.

O God, that I were a man! I would eat his lıcart in the Let this be so, and doubt not but success

market-place. Will fashion the event in better shape,

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice;Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window? — a proper Batifallaim but this be levell d false,

saying! The supposition of the lady's death

Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice ;Will quench the wonder of her iufany:

Beat. Sweet Herol-she is wronged, she is slandered, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her

sheis undonc. (As best befits her wounded reputation)

Bene. Bea! In some reclusive and religions life,

Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely lesOut of all eyes, tongues, ininds, and injuries. timony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, Bene. Signior Leonato, lette friar advise you: surely! o, that I were a mau for his sake! or that I had And though, you know, my inwardness and love any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood Is very much into the prince and Claudio,

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he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, 2 Watch. This is all.
and swears it :- I cannot be a man with wishing, there- Sexton, And this is more, masters, that you can deny.
fore I will die a woman with grieving.

Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away: Hero Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: by this hand, I lovethee. was in this manner accused, in this very mauner reBeat. Use it for my love some other way than swear- fused, and upon the grief of this,suddenly died.-Mas- that sh ing by it. ter constable, let these men be bound, and brought to

did all of t! Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio hath Leonato's; I will go before, and show him their exawronged Hero?


[Exit. Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

3 Pedro Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him ;| Verg. Let them be in the hands.

(and. G I will kiss your hand, and so leave you! By this hand, Con. Of, coxcomb ! Claudio shall render me a dear account! As you hear Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let him

1 Pedro of me, so think of me!Go, comfort your cousin! I must write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.

. So say, she is dead; and so, farewell! (Exeunt. Come, bind them - Thou naughty varlet!

Con. Away ! you are an ass, you are an ass!
SCENE II.-A Prison.
Dogb.Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not

3. Pedro Enter DOGBERRY, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns; and suspect my years? O, that he were here to write me

dut. III the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio. down--an ass !-but, masters remember, that I am an

Stipe of a Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? ass ; though it be not written down, yet forget not

liaud. 1 Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! that I am au ass! --No, thou villain, thou art full of Sexton. Which be the malefactors?

piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and,

Sur. ney Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition which is more, a householder; and which is more, as bear the to examine.

pretty a piece of flesh, as any isin Messina;and one that Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be knows the law, go to ; and a rich fellow enough, goto; examined ? let them come before master constable. and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath

Dogh. Yea, marry, let them come before me.- What two gowns, and every thing handsome about him.
your name, friend?
Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down — an

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kond Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.—Your's, sirrah? Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. Dogb. Write down --master gentleman Conrade.

A CT Masters, do

SCENE I. -—Before Leonato's house. Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

Enter LEONATO and Antonio.

And, Dogb. Write down—that they hope

they serve God: Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself ; -and write God first; for God defend but God should And’tis not wisdom, thus to second grief go before such villains! – Masters, it is proved already, Against yourself,

Thi that you are little better than false knaves; and it will Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for which falls into mine ears as profitless

0!it yourselves? As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;

Save Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

Cla Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure yon; but But such a ove, whose wrongs do suit with mine.

Le I will go about with him.- Come you hither, sirrah; a Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,

D. word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought, you Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, are false knaves.

And bid him speak of patience; Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they are both And let it answer every strain for strain; iu a tale. Have you writ down—that they are none? As thus for thus, and such a grieffor such,

Sexton. Master constable, you ge not the way to exa- In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: mine; you must call forth the watch, that are their If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard,

Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan, Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way !-Let the Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk wateh come forth! – Masters, I charge you, in the With candle-wasters: bring him yet to mo, prince's name, accuse these men!

And I of him will gather patience. 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the prin- But there is no such man: for, brother, men ce's brother, was a villain.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief, Dogh. Write down- prince John a villain !- Why Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother- -villain. Their counsel turns to passion, which before Bora. Master constable,

Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace! I do not like thy Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, look, I promise thee.

Charm ach with air, and agony with words:
Sexton. What heard you


No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand To those, that wring under the load of sorrow;
ducats of Don John, for accusing lady Hero wrongfully. But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
Dogb. Flat barglary, as ever was committed. To be so moral, when he shall endure
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is!

The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: Sexton. What else, fellow?

My griefs cry louder than advertisement. 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his Ant. Therein domen from children nothing differ. words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, Leon. I pray thee, peace! I will be flesh and blood ; and pot marry her.

For there was never yete hilosopher, Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into ever- That could endure the twoth-ach patiently: lasting redemption for this.

However they have writ the style of gods, Sexton. What else?

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Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself: Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;
Make those, that do oflend you, suffer too!

Do not you meddle, let me deal in this !
Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do so : D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake yonr
My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied;

And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;
And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

But, on my honour, she was charg’d with nothing
Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO.

But what was true, and very full of proof.
Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily. Leon. My lord, my lord, -
D Pedro. Good den, good den!

D. Pedro. I will not hear you.
Claud. Good day to both of you !

Leon. No?
Leon. Hear you, my lords, –

Come, brother, away!- I will be heard ;-
D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.

Ant. And shall,
Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you well, my Or some of us will smart for it.

Exeunt Leonato and Antonio.
Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one.

D. Pedro. Nay do not quarrel with us, good old man. D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, to scek.
Some of us would lie low.

Claud. Now, signior! what news ?
Claud. Who wrongs him ?

Bene. Good day, my lord.
Leon. Marry,

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior! You are almost come
Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou :- to part almost a fray.
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snap-
J fear thee not.

ped off' with two old men withont teeth. Claud, Marry, beshrew my hand,

D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: what think'st If it should give your age such cause of fear: thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.

young for them, Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me! Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

to seek you both. As, under privilege of age, to brag

Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for What I have done being young, or what would do, we are highproof melancholy, and would fain have it Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit? Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and me, Bene. It is in my scabbard : shall I draw it? That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

D. Pedro, Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

beside their wit. - I will bid thee draw, as we do I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child;

the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us ! Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale! And she lies buried with her ancestors :

Art thou sick, or angry? 0! in a tomb, where never scandal slept,

Claud. What!courage, man!What though care kilSave this of her's, fram'd by thy villainy.

led a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Claud. My villainy!

Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an you Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine, I say.

charge it against me :- I pray you choose another subD. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

ject! Leon. My lord, my lord,

Claud. Nay, then give him another staff;

this last I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;

was broke cross. Despite his nice fence, and his active

practice, D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more; His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.

I think, he be angry indeed.
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you! Claud. If he be, he knows, how to turn his girdle.
Leon. Canst thou so dass me? Thou hast kill'd my Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?

child;Claud. God bless me from a challenge!
Ifthou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.

Bene. You are a villain ;-Ijest not:~I will make it Ant. He shall kill two ofus, and men indeed; good, how you dare, with what you dare, and when you But that's no matter ; let him kill one first;

dare:-do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,

You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall
Come, follow me, boy ; come, boy, follow me! heavy on you: Let me hear from you!
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Claud.Well, I will meet you,so I may have good cheer.
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
Leon: Brother,

Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a call's
Ant. Content yourself! God knows, I lov d my niece; head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most cu-
And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, rionsly, say, my knife's naught. Shall I not find a
That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

woodcock too?
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue;

Bene. Your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops !--

D. Pedro. I'll tell thee, how Beatrice praised thy wit
Leon. Brother Antony, —

the other day: I said, thou hadsta fine wit; True, says Ant.Hold you content!What,man !I know them, yea, she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great wit ; Right, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: says she, a great gross one. Nay, said I, a good wit ; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, Just, said she, it hurts no body: Nay, said I,the gentleThat lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, man is wise; Certain, said she, u wise gentleman : Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; That I believe, said And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,

she, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, How they might hurt their enemies, if they dnrst,

which he forswore on Tuesday morning, there's a And this is all.

double tongue : there's two tongues. Thus did she, an Leon. But, brother Anthony,

hour together, trans-shape thy particular virtues ; yet,


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