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Leon. Come, Coufin, I am fure, you love the gentleman.

Claud. And I'll be fworn upon't, that he loves her; For here's a paper written in his hand,

A halting fonnet of his own pure brain,
Fashion'd to Beatrice.

Hero. And here's another,

Writ in my Coufin's hand, ftolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick.

Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts; come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.

Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great perfuafion, and partly to fave your life; for as I was told, you were in a confumption.

Bene. Peace, I will ftop your mouth.--

[Kiffing her. Pedro. How doft thou, Benedick, the married man? Bene. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a College of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: doft thou think, I care for a fatire, or an epigram? no: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him; in brief, fince I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpofe that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me, for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclufion; for thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinfman, live unbruis'd, and love my coufin.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell'd thee out of thy fingle life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my Coufin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.

Bene. Come, come, we are friends; let's have a


Dance ere we are marry'd, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives heels.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.

Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, mufic. Prince, thou art fad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no staff more reverend than one tipt with horn.

Enter Meffenger.

Meff. My Lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Meffina.

Bene. Think not on him 'till to-morrow: I'll devife thee brave punishments for him.


Strike up,


[Exeunt omnes.

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Anthonio, the Merchant of Venice.

Baffanio, his Friend, in love with Portia.




Friends to Anthonio and Bassanio.

Lorenzo, in love with Jeffica.

Shylock, a Jew.

Tubal, a Jew, his Friend.

Launcelot, a Clown, Servant to the Jew.
Gobbo, an old Man, Father to Launcelot.

Leonardo, Servant to Baffanio.


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Portia, an Heiress of great Quality and Fortune.

Neriffa, Confident to Portia.

Jeffica, Daughter to Shylock.

Senators of Venice, Officers, Jailer, Servants and other

SCENE, partly at Venice; and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia upon the Continent.


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