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your blood ?
at last she concludedith a sigh, thou wast the pro-| D. Pedro. Runs not this speech Jike iron through
D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it: an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery :dearly: the old man's daughter told us all.
And fled he is upon this villainy. Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear he was hit in the garden.
In the rare semblance, that I loved it first. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's Dogb. Come, bring away the plainti il's; by this time horns on the sensible Benedick's head?
our sexton hath reformed siguior Leonato of the Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Be- matter : and, masters, do not forget to specify, when nedick, the married man?
time and place shall serve, that I am an ass! Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; Il Verg. Here comes master signior Leonato, and will leave you now to your gossip-like humour; you the sexton too. break jests, its braggarts do their blades, which, God be Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sextol. thanked, hurt not.- Vy lord, for your many courte- Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes, sies I thank you:I must discontinue your company:your That, when I note another man like him,
lain. brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina: you have, I may avoid him! Which of these is he? among you, killed a sweet and inuocent lady; for my Bora. If you would know your wronger,look on me ! 3.P lord Lachbeard, there, he and I shall meet;and till then, Leon, Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast Land peace be with him!
(Exit Benedick. kill'd D. Pedro. He is in earnest.
Mine innocent child? Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warrant Bora. Yea, even I alone.
N you, for the love of Beatrice. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself;
bra D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?
Here stand a pair of honourable men, Claud. Most sincerely.
A third is fled, that had a hand in it:D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Record it with your high and worthy deeds ;
'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you
Ben Enter DOCBERRY, Venges, and the Watch, with Cox- Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
sice Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is an ape Impose me to what penance your invention
M a doctor to such a man.
Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not, D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart, But in mistaking.
B and be sad ! Did he not say, my brother was fled ? D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
ab Dogb. Come, yon, sir; if justice cannot tame yon, And yet, to satisfy this good old man, she shall ne'er weighm
more reasons in her balance: nay, I would bend under any heavy weight, bea cursing hypocrite once, you must be look- That he'll enjoiu me to.
Ide Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, D. Peilro. Ilow now, two of my brother's men bound! That were impossible; but I pray you both, Borachio, one!
Possess the people in Messina here, Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! How innocent she died: and, if your love D. Pedro.ollicers, what offence have these men done? Can labour aught in sad iuvention, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; Hang her an epitaph opon her tomb, moreover, they have spoken antruths; secondarily, and sing it to her bones; sing it to-night:they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they have belied To-norrow morning come you
my house; a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, and since you could not be my son-in-law, to conclude, they are lying knaves.
Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; Almost the copy of my child that's dead, thirdly,I ask thee what's their offence;sixth and lastly, And she alone is heir to both of us ; why they are committed ; and, to conclude, what you give her the right you should have given her cousin, lay to their charge.
And so dies my revenge. Člaud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; Claud, o, noble sir, and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me!
D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that I do embrace your ofler; and dispose you are thus bound to your answer? This learned con- For henceforth of poor Claudio! stable is too canning to be understood. What's your Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming i ollence?
To-night I take my leave.—This naughty man Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine an- Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, swer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, deceived even your very eyes : what your wisdoms Hir'd to it by your brother. could not discover, these shallow fools have broughll Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; to light; who, in the night, overheard me confessing Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; to this man, how Don John, your brother, incensed me But always hath been just and virtuous, to slander the lady Hero; how you were brought into In any thing that I do know by her. the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's gar- Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not unde ments; how you disgraced her, when you should white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, d marry her: my villainy they have upon record; which call me ass : I beseech you, let it be remembered in i I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to punishment! And also, the watch heard them talk my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my mas-one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his e ter's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in Go but the reward of a villain.
name; the which he hath used so lovg, and never p
an you ed to.
that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend no- Bene. O, stay but till then!
ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Dogh. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and Bene. Only foul words;aud thereupon I will kiss thee. reverend youth; and I praise God for you.
Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is Leon. There's for thy pains.
but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore Dogb. God save the foundation !
I will depart unkissed. Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I Bene. Thon hast frighted the word out of his right thank thee.
sense, so forcible is thy wit: but I must tell thee plainDogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; ly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I which, I beseech your worship, to correct yoursell, must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a for the example of others. God keep your worship; I coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of wish your worship well; God restore you to health ;1 my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meet- Beat. For them altogether; which maintained so ing may be wished, God prohibitit !- Come, neigh- politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any bour. [Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and arch. good part to intermingle with them. But for which of Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell! my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Ant.Farewell, my lords; we look for you to-morrow. Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, D. Pedro. We will not fail.
indeed, for I love thee against my will,
Beat.In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart!
Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not [Exeunt. one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Bene. Au old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived SCENE 11.—Leonato's garden.
in the time of good neighbours: ifa man do not erect Enter Benedick and MARGARET, meeting: in this age his own tomb, ere he dies, he shall live no Bene. Pray theę, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve longer in monument,than the bell rings and the widow well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Bca-weeps. trice.
Beat. And how long is that, think you? Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, and a my beauty ?
quarter in rheum! Therefore it is most expedient for Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no imshall come overit; for, in most comely truth, thou de- pediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his servestit.
own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for praising Warg. To have no man come over me? why, shall myse!', (who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worI always keep below stairs?
thy,) and now tell me, How doth your cousin ?
Bene. And how do you?
Bene. Serve God, love me,and mend: there will I leave
der's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the been falsely accused, the Prince and Claudio mightily pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fed for maids.
and gone : will you come presently? Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I think,
Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ? [Exit Margaret.
Bene. I willlive in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be Bene. And therefore will come.
buried in thy eyes; and, moreover,
with thee to thy uncle's.
[Exeunt. The god of love,
SCENE III.---The inside of a church.
with How pitiful I deserve,
music and tapers.
Atten. It is, my lord.
So the life, that died with shame,
Hang thou there upon the tomb [Afixing it.
Praising her when I am dumb!
your face !
That you have such a February face, Pardon, Goddess of the night,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Those that slew thy virgin knight!
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:-
Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
ret Help us to sigh and groun,
When he would play the noble beast in love. Heavily, heavily !
Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low ; Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow, Till death be uttered,
And got a calf in that same noble feat,
Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
er Yearly will I do this rite.
Claud. For this I owe you: here come other recko-
Which is the lady, I must seize upon ?
Claud. Why, then she's mine. --Sweet, let me see
I am your husband, if you like of me.
Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speed's,
[Unmasking Than this for whom we render'd up this woe! [Exeunt. And when you loved, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero?
SATEL Friar. Did I not tell you, she was innocent?
D. Pedro. The former llero! Hero, that is dead!
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
QU! Although against her will, as it appears
I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
BE Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. And to the chapel let us presently.
FL Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Bene. Soft and fair, friar. – Which is Beatrice? To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.
Beat. I answer to that name; [Unmasking.] what Leon. Well, danghter, and you gentlewomen all,
is your will? Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;
Bene. Do not you love me?
Beat. Do not you love nie? Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. No, no more than reason. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Friar. To do what, signior?
Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did. Bene. To bind me, or udo me, one of them. Bene. They swore, that yon were almost sick for me. Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Beat.They swore, that you were well nigh dead for me. Yonr niece regards me with an eye of favour. Bene.'Tis no such matter. -Then,you do not love me Lcon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'tis most true. Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleLeon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the prince. But what's your will? Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical :
For here's a paper, written in his hand,
A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Hero, And here's another,
Containing her afl'ection unto Benedick. Friar. And my help.
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our Ilere comes the prince, and Claudio.
hearts !-Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, ! Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO, with Attendants. take thee for pity! D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly! Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day Leon. Good morrow,prince!-good morrow, Claudio! I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to say We here attend you ; are you yet determin'd your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. [Kissinghe Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop. D.Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married ma Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready. Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of
[Exit Antonio. crackers cannot fout me out of my humour: dostt! D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick! Why, what's think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No:
man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear not!
handsome about him. In brief, since I do purpose to dance, ere we are married, that we may lighten our own
Enter a Messenger:
[Dance. Exeunt. Bene. Come, come, we are friends:-- let's have al
Person of the Dra m a.
Oberon, king of the fairies.
Titania, queen of the fairies.
Puck, or ROBIN-GOODFELLOW, a fairy.
characters in the interlude performed Sxout, the tinker.
by the clowns.
Attendants on Theseus and lippolytu.
А ст І.
Enter Egeus, Herma, LYSANDER, and DevETRIUS.
Ege. Happy be Thesens, our renowned duke!
Lge. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Stand forth, Demetrius! - My noble lord,
This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my chili.
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth!
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart;
Turn'd herobedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness : and, my gracious duke,
Be it so she will not here before your grace
[Exit Philostrate. Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this gentleman,
Or to her death; according to our law,
Immediately provided in that case.
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
Or else the law of Athens yields you up.
Todeath, or to a vow of single life. By him imprinted, and within his power
Come, my Hippolita; what cheer, my love? To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
Demetrius and Egeus, go along; Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
I must employ you in some bussiness Her. So is Lysander.
Against our nuptial, and confer with you The. In himself he is :
of something nearly that concerns yourselves. But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. The other must be held the worthier.
(Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dein, and train. Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. How chance the roses there do fade so fast? lerIdo entreat your grace to pardon me.
Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well I know not, by what power I am made bold;
Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
The course of true love never did run smooth:
But, either it was different in blood ;If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low! The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ;-
Her. Ospite! too old to be engaged to young !
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
And ere a man hath power to say,—Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
Her. Ifthen true lovers have been ever cross'd,
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Because it is a customary cross; My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, The. Take time to pause: and, by the next new moon, Wishes, and tears, poor faucy's followers. (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Hermia! For everlasting bond of fellowship)
I have a widow aunt, a dowager Upon that day either prepare to die,
Of great revenue, and she hath no child: Fordisobedience to your father's will;
From Athensis her house remote seven leagues ; Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would;
And she respects meas her only son. Or on Diana's altar to protest,
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; Foraye, austerity and single life.
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
There will I stay for thee.
Her. My good Lysander! I do estate unto Demetrius.
I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he,
By his best arrow with the golden head, As well possess'd; my love is more than his;
By the simplicity of Venus' doves, My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,
By that which knittetl souls, and prospers loves,
And by that fire, which burn'd the Carthage queen,
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke :-Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
Demetrius loves your fair: 0, happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air And come, Egens; you shall go with me,
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, I have some private schooling for you both.
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.