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to the new gloss of your marriage, as to show Claud. "Tis even so: Hero and Margaret bare a child his new coat, and forbid him to wear by this played their parts with Beatrice; and it. I will only be bold with Benedick for his then the two bears will not bite one another, company; for, from the crown of his head to when they meet. the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the

Enter Don John. little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath D. John. My lord and brother, God save yos. a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is D. Pedro. Good den, brother. the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his D. John. If your leisure served, I would tongue speaks.

speak with you. Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. D. Pedro. In private ? Leon. So say I; methinks, you are sadder. D. John. If it please you ;-yet count ClauClaud. I hope, he be in love.

dio may hear; for what I would speak of, conD. Pedro. Hang him, truant; there's no true cerns him. drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with D. Pedro. What's the matter? love: if he be sad, he wants money.

D. John. Means your lordship to be married Bene. I have the tooth-ach.


(To CLAUDIO. D. Pedro. Draw it.

D. Pedro. You know, he does. Bene. Hang it!

D. John. I know not that, when he knows Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it what I know. afterwards.

Cland. If there be any impediment, I pray D. Pedro. What? sigh for the tooth-ach? you, discover it. Leon. Where is but a humour, or a worm ? D. John. You may think, I love you not; let Bene. Well, Every one can master a grief, that appear hereafter, and aim better at me by but he that has it.

that I now will manifest: For my brother, I Claud. Yet say I, he is in love.

think, he holds you well; and in dearness of D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy heart'hath holp to effect your ensuing, marin him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to riage : surely suit ill spent, and labour ill bestrange disguises ; as, to be a Dutchman to- stowed ! day; a Frenchman to-morrow; or in the shape D. Pedro. Why, what's the matter? of two countries at once, as, a German from D. John. I came hither to tell you; and, cirthe waist downward, all slops ;* and a Spaniard cumstances shortened, (for she hath been too from the hip upward, no doublet: Unless he long a talking of,) the lady is disloyal. have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he

Cluud. Who? Hero? hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would D. John. Even she; Leonato's Hero, your have it appear he is.

Hero, every man's Hero. Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, Claud. Disloyal ? there is no believing old signs: he brushes his D. John. The word is too good to paint out hat o' mornings; What should that bode ? her wickedness; I could say, she were worse ;

D. Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the think you of a worse title, and I will fit hier to barber's ?

it. Wonder not till further warrant: go but Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been with me to-night, you shall see her chamber. seen with him; and the old ornament of his window entered, even the night before her cheek hath already stuffed tennis-balls. wedding-day: if you love her then, to-morrow

Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, wed her; but it would better fit your honour tó by the loss of a beard.

change your mind. D. Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet: Claud. May this be so ? Can you smell him out by that?

D. Pedro. I will not think it. Cláud. That's as much as to say, The sweet D. John. If you dare not trust that you see, youth's in love.

confess not that you know : if you will follow D. Pedru. The greatest note of it is his me- me, I will show you enough; and when you lancholy.

have seen more, and heard more, proceed acClaud. And when was he wont to wash his cordingly. face?

Claud. If I see any thing to night why I D. Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the should not marry her to-morrow; in the con. which, I hear what they say of him.

gregation, where I should wed, there will I Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit; which is shame her. now crept into a lutestring, and now governed D. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obby stops.

tain her, I will join with thee to disgrace ber. D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for D. John. I will disparage her no farther, till him: Conclude, conclude, he is in love. you are my witnesses : bear it coldly but till

Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him. midnight, and let the issue show itself.

D. Pedro. That would I know too; I war- D. Pedro. O day untowardly turned ! rant, one that knows him not.

Claud. O mischief strangely thwarting! Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in D. John. O plague right well prevented! despite of all, dies for him.

So will you say, when you have seen the sequel. D. Pedro. She shall be buried with her face

(Ereunt. upwards. Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth

SCENE III.-A Street. ach.-Old Signior, walk aside with me: I have Enter DOGBERRY and VERGES, with the Watot studied eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which these hobby-horses must not hear, Dogb. Are you good men and true ?

[Ereunt BENEDICK and LEONATO. Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him should suffer salvation, body and soul. about Beatrice.

Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good

for them, if they should have any allegiance in Large loove broeches.

them, being chosen for the prince's watcb.


M. Well, give them their charge, neighbour , son; if you meet the prince in the night, you Dagberry,

may stay him. Dogb. First, who think you the most desart- Verg. Nay by'r lady, that, I think, he can. less man to be constable ?

I Watch. Hugh Oatcake, Sir, or George Dogb. Five shillings to one on’t, with any Seacoal; for they can write and read.

man that knows the statues, he may stay him; Dogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal. God marry, not without the prince be willing: for, hath blessed you with a good name: to be a indeed, the watch ought to offend no man; and well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but it is an offence to stay a man against his will. to write and read comes by nature.

Verg. By'r lady, I think, it be so. 2 Watch. Both which, master constable, Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, inasters, good night:

Dogb. You have; I knew it would be your an there be any matter of weight chances, call answer. Well, for your favour, Sir, why, give up me: keep your fellows' counsels and your God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for own, and good night.-Come, neighbour. your writing and reading, let that appear when 2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge: there is no need of such vanity. You are let us go sit here upon the church-bench till thought here to be the most senseless and fit two, and then all to bed. man for the constable of the watch; therefore Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours: I bear you the lantern: This is your charge ; pray you, watch about signior Leonato's door; You shall comprehend all vagrom men : you for the wedding being there to-morrow, there are to bid any man stand, in the prince's name. is a great coil to-night: Adieu, be vigitant, I 2 Watch. How if he will not stand ?

beseech you. (Exeunt DogBERRY and VERGES. Dogb. Why then, take no note of him, but Enter BORACHIO and CONRADE. let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of

Bora. What! Conrade,a knave.

Watch. Peace, stir not.

[.Aside. Verg. If he will not stand when he is bidden,

Bora. Conrade, I say ! he is none of the prince's subjects.

Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow. Dogb. True, and they are to meddle with Bora. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought, Done but the prince's subjects :-You shall also there would a scab fóllow. make no noise in the streets; for, for the watch

Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and to babble and talk, is most tolerable and not to

dow forward with thy tale. be endured.

Bora. Stand thee close then under this pent2 Watch. We will rather sleep than talk; we house, for it drizzles rain ; and I will, like a know what belongs to a watch.

true drunkard, utter all to thee. Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and Watch. [Aside.] Some treason, masters ; yet most quiet watchman; for I cannot see how stand close. sleeping should offend: only, have a care that

Boru. Therefore know, I have earned of Don your bills* be not stolen :-Well, you are to John a thousand ducats. call at all the ale-houses, and bid those that

Con. Is it possible that any villany should be are drunk get them to bed.

BG dear? 2 Watch. How if they will not ?

Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were Dogb. Why then, let them alone till they are possible any villany should be só rich; for sober; if they make you not then the better when rich villains have need of poor ones, answer, you may say, they are not the men you poor opes may make what price they will. took them for,

Con, I wonder at it. 2 Watch. Well, Sir.

Bora. That shows, thou art unconfirmed :* Dogb. If you meet a thief, you may suspect Thou knowest, that the fashion of a double. him, by virtue of your office, to be no true or a hat, or a cloak, is nothing to a man, man : and, for such kind of men, the less yon

Con. Yes, it is apparel. meddle or make with them, why, the more

Bora. I mean, the fashion. for your honesty.

Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion. 2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall food. But see'st thou not what a deformed

Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the we not lay hands on him?

Dogb. Truly, by your office you may; but, I thief this fashion is? think, they that touch pitch will be defiled :

Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been the most peaceable way for you, if you take a

a vile thief this seven year; he goes up and thief, is, to let him show himself what he is, down like a gentleman: I remember his name and steal out of your company.

Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody? Verg. You have been always called a mer

Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house. ciful man, partner.

Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed Dogb. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my about all the hot bloods, between fourteen and

thief this fashion is ? how giddily be turns Hill; much more a man who hath any honesty five and thirty? sometimes fashioning them

Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, like Pharaoh's soldiers in the reechyt painting; you must call to the nurse, ana bid her still it sometime, like god Bel's priests in the old -2 Watch. How if the nurse le asleep, and church window; sometime, like the shaven will not hear us.

Hercules in the smirched: worm-eaten tapesDogb. Why then, depart in peace, and let the try, where the cod-piece seems as massy as his child wake her with crying: for the ewe that

club? will not hear her lamb when it baes, will never

Con. All this I see; and see that the fashion answer a calf when it bleats.

wears out more apparel than the man: Butart Verg. "Tis very true.

not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that Dagh. This is the end of the charge. You, thou hast shifted out of thy tale

into telling me Constable, are to present the prince's own ver

of the fashion?

* Ünpractised in the ways of the world.
• Weapons of the watchmer.

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Bora. Not so neither: but know, that I have Marg, Of what lady? of speaking honour. In-night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's ably? Is not marriage honourable in a bragar? gentlewoman, by the name of Hero : she leans Is not your lord honourable without marcia ! me out at her mistress' chamber window, bids I think, you would have me say, saving your me a thousand times good night,- I tell this reverence,-a husband: an bad thinking do not tale vilely :-) should first teil thee, how the wrest true speaking, l'll offend nobody: Is prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and there any harm in the heavier for a husband ? placed, and possessed by my master Don John, None, I think, an it be the right husband, and saw afar off in the orchard this amiable en: the right wité; otherwise 'tis light, and not counter.

heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? comes. Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Clau

Enter BEATRICE. dio ; but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first

Hero. Good morrow, coz. possessed them, partly by the dark night, which

Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero. did deceive them, but chietly by my villany,

Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the which did confirm any slander that Don John sick tune ? had made, away went Claudio enraged ; swore

Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. he would meet her as he was appointed, next

Marg. Clap us into-Light o' love; that goes morning at the temple, and there, before the without burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance whole congregation, shame her with what he saw over-night, and send her home again with

Beat. Yea, Lighť o love, with your heels ! out a husband.

then if your husband have stables enough, 1 Watch. We charge you in the prince's you'll see he shall lack no barns. name, stand.

Murg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn 2 Watch, Call up the right master constable: that with my heels. We have here recovered the most dangerous

Beat. "Tis almost five o'clock cousin ; 'tis piece of lechery that ever was known in the time you were ready. By my troth I am ex. commonwealth.

ceeding ill :-hey ho! 1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them;

Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? I know him, he wears a lock.

Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H.* Con. Masters, masters.

Murg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed no more sailing by the star. Torth, I warrant you.

Beut. What means the fool, trow? Con. Masters,

Marg. Nothing I ; but God send every one 1 Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let their heart's desire! us obey you to go with us.

Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they Bora. We are like to prove a goodly com

are an excellent perfume. modity, being taken up of these men's bills.

Beut. I am stuifed, cousin, I cannot smell. Con. A commodity in question, I warrant

Marg. A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly you, Come, we'll obey you.

(Exeunt. catching of cold.

Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how SCENE IV.-A Room in LEONATO's House. long have you profess'd apprehension? Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA.

Varg. Ever since you left it: doth not my

wit become me rarely? Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Bea

Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear trice, and desire her to rise.

it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick. Urs. I will, lady.

Marg. Get

you some of this distilled Carduus Hero. And bid her come hither. Urs. Well.

[Exit URSULA. only thing for a qualm.

Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the Murg. Troth, I think, your other rabato*

Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. were better.

Beut. Benedictus! why Benedictus? you have Hero. No, pray thec, good Meg, I'll wear

some moralt in this Benedictus. this.

Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I moral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. warrant, your cousin will say so.

You may think, perchance, that I think you Hero. Niy cousin's a fool, and thou art an

are in love; nay, by’r lady, I am not such a other; I'll wear none but this.

fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think Marg. I like the new tiret within excellent what I can; por, indeed, I cannot think, if I ly, if the hair were a thought browner; and would think my heart out of thinking, that you your gown's a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw

are in love, or that you will be in love, or that the duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise you can be in love: yet Benedick was such

another, and now is he become a man: be Hero. O, that exceeds, they say.

swore he would never marry; and yet now, iu Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in despite of his heart, he eats his meat withou! respect of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and grudging: and how you may be converted, I laced with silver; set with pearls, down sleeves, know not, but methinks, you look with your side-sleeves, and skirts round, underborne eyes as other women do. with a blueish tinsel : but for a fine, quaint,

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps graceful, and excellent fashion, yours is worth

Marg. Not a false gallop. ten on't. Hero, God give me joy to wear it, for my

Re-enter URSULA. heart is exceeding heavy!

Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the Marg. "Twill be heavier soon, by the weight count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all of a man.

the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you Hero. Fie upon thee! art pot ashamed ? to church. A Loi 1:0. + Head-dress. | Long-sleeves * 1. e. for an ache or pain, + Hidden meaning.


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Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, Verg. And we must do it wisely. and Ursula:

[Ereunt. Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant SCENE V.-Another Room in LEONATO's

you; here's that [Touching his forehead.] shall House.

drive some of them to a non com: only get the

learned writer to set down our excommunicaEnter LEONATO, with DogBERRY and VERGES. tion, and meet me at the gaol. [Exeunt. Leon, What would you with me, honest

ACT IV. neighbour? Dogb. Marry, Sir, I would have some con

SCENE I.-The inside of a Church. fidence with you, that decerns you nearly. Enter Don Pedro, Don JOHN, LEONATO,

Leon. Briet, ! pray you; for you see, 'tis Friar, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, 'Hero, and a busy time with me.

BEATRICE, go. Dogb. Marry, this it is, Sir.

Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to Verg. Yes, in truth it is, Sir. Leon. What is it, my good friends?

the plain form of marriage, and you shall re

count their particular duties afterwards. Dogb. Goodman Verges, Sir, speaks a little

friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry off the matter : an old man, Sir, and his wits

this lady? are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire

Claud. No. they were; but, in faith, honest, as the skin

Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come between his brows.

to marry her. Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as

Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married any man living, that is an old man, and no

to this count? honester than 1.

Hero. I do. Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras,

Friar. If either of you know any inward Deighbour Verges. Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

impediment why you should not be conjoined, Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.

Claud. Know you any,

Hero? we are the poor duke's officers : but, truly, for

Hero. None, my lord. mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king,

Friar. Know you any, count? I could find in my heart to bestow it all of

Leon. I dare make his answer, none. your worship:

Claud. O, what men dare do! what mos Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times may do! what men daily do! not knowing

what they do! more than 'tis : for I hear as good exclamation

Bene. How pow! Interjections? Why, then on your worship, as of any man in the city; some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he? and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to

Claud. Stand thee by, friar:-Father, by hear it.

your leave! Verg. And so am I. Leon. I would fain know what you have to Give me this maid, your daughter ?

Will you with free and unconstrained soul say:

Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Verg. Marry, Sir, our watch to-night, ex- Cunud. And what have 1 to give you back, cepting your worship's presence, have ta'en a

whose worth couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina. May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. Dogb. A good old man, Sir; he will be talk

D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render ber ing; as they say, When the age is in, the wit

again. is out; God help us! it is a world to see !*

Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble Well said, i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well,

thankfulness.God's a good man'; an two men ride of a horse, | There, Leonato, take her back again; one must ride behind :-An honest soul, i'laith, Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Sir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread : She's but the sign and semblance of her honbut, God is to be worshipped : All men are not alike; alas good neighbour!

Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short 0, what authority and show of truth

Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Dogb. Gifts that God gives.

Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, Leon. I must leave you.

Towitness simple virtue? Would you not swear, Dogb. One word, Sir: our watch, Sir, have, All you that see her, that she were a maid, indeed, comprehended two aspicious persons, By these exterior shows ? But she is none: and we would have them this morning exam- She knows the heat of a luxurious* bed : ided before your worship:

Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty: Leon. Take their examination yourself, and Leon. What do you mean, my lord? bring it me; I am now in great haste, as it Claud. Not to be married, may appear unto you.

Not knit

my soul to an approved wanton, Dogo. It shall be suffigance.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you | Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, well.

And made defeat of her virginity,

Claud. I know what you would say ; If I Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give you'll say, she did embrace me as a husband,

have known her, your daughter to her husband. Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

And so extenuate the forehand sin: [Exeunt LEONATO und MESSENGER

No, Leonato, Dogh. Go, good partner, go, get you to Fran. I never tempted her with word too large ;+ cia Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn But, as a brother to bis sister, show'd to the gaol we are now to examination these Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you ! It is worth seeing.




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Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write Bene. How doth the lady? against it:

Beat. Dead, I think ;-help, uncis ;You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

Hero ! why, Hero!-Uncle !-Sigmuur Bead As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;

dick!-friar! But you are more intemperate in your blood Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals Death is the fairest cover for her shame, That rage in savage sensuality.

That may be wish'd for. Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak Beat. How now, cousin Hero? so wide ?*

Friar. Have comfort, lady. Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you ? Leon. Dost thou look up? D. Pedro. What should I speak ?

Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not ? stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not erery To link my dear friend to a common stale.

earthly thing Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny dream?

The story that is printed in her blood?D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes : things are true.

For did I think thou would'st nat' quickly Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

die, Hero. True, O God!

Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy Claud. Leonato, stand I here?

shames, Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ?

Leon. All this is so; but what of this, mylord? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?* · Claud. Let me but move one question to O, one too much by thee! Why had I one ? your daughter;

Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? And, by that fatherly and kindly power Why had I not, with charitable hand, That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ;

Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Who smirchedt thus, and mired with infamy,

Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset!- I might have said, No part of it is mine,. What kind of catechizing call you this ? This shame derives itself from unknown loins ?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. But mine, and mine I lov’d, and mine I prais'd, Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, With any just reproach?

[name That I myself was to myself not mine, Claud. Marry, that can Hero;

Valuing of her; why, she-O, she is falled Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one? And salt too little, which may season give
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. To her foul tainted desh!
Bero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Bene. Sir, Sir, be patient :

For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.— I know not what to say.

Beat. 0, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour, Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count,


[night, Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Who hath, indeed, most like a liberalt villain, Leon. Confirin'd, confirm'd! O, that is strongConfess'd the vile encounters they have had

er made, A thousand times in secret.

Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! D. John. Fie, fie! they are

Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foul. There is not chastity enough in language,


[die. Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty Wash'd it with tears ? Hence from her; let her lady,

Friar. Hear me a little ; I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

For I have only been silent so long, Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, And given way unto this course of tortune, Ii nalt thy outward graces had been placed By noting of the lady: I have mark'd About thy thonghts, and counsels of thy heart! A thousand blushing apparitions start But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! fare- Into her face; a thousand innocent shames well,

In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire, For thee, I'll lock up all the gates of love, To burn the errors that these princes hold And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool; To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, Trust not my reading, nor my observations, And never shall it more be gracious..

Which with experimental seal doth warrant Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point | The tenour of my book ; trust not my age, for me?

[Hero swoons. My reverence, calling, nor divinity, Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wberefore if this sweet lady lie not guiltless here sink you down?

Under some biting error. D. John. Come, let us go: these things,

Leon. Friar, it cannot be: come thus to light,

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left Smother her spirits up.

Is, that she will not add to her damnation [Ereunt Don Pedro, Don John, and A'sin of perjury; she not denies it: CLAUDIO.

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse * Remote from the business in hand.

That which appears in proper nakedness? + Too free of tongue. # Attractive * Dispositior. of things

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