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friut. Lady, what man is he you are accus’d And, if it sort not well, you may conceal lier of?

(As best befits her wounded reputation,) Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know In some reclusive and religious life, none :

Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. If I know more of any man alive,

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise Iban that which maiden modesty doth warrant,


[love vet all my sins lack mercy !-0 my father, And though, you know, my inwardness** aud Prove you that any man with me convers’d Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight (ture, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this Maintain’d the change of words with any crea- As secretly, and justly, as your soul Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Should with your body. Friar. There is some strange misprison* in Leon. Being that I fow in grief, the princes.

The smallest twine may lead me. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of ho- Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; nour;

For to strange sores strangely they strain And if their wisdoms be misled in this,

the cure.-. The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.

Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth

and endure. of her,

[Exeunt FRIAR, Hero, and LEONATO. These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this honour,

while ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Bene. I will not desire that. Nor age so eat up my invention,

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, wrong'd. But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, of me, that would right her! Ability in means, and choice of friends,

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendTo quit me of them throughly.

ship? Friar. Pause a while,

Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. And let my counsel sway you in this case. Bene. May a man do it? Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Beut. It is a man's office, but not yours. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well And publish it, that she is dead indeed: as you; Is not that strange? Maintain a mourning ostentation ;

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: And on your family's old monument

It were as possible for me to say, I loved noHang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites thing so well as you: but believe me not; and That appertain unto a burial.

yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I'deny Leon. What shall become of this? What will nothing:-I am sorry for my cousin. this do?

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest ma. i Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. her behalf

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me ; Change slander to remorse; that is some good: and I will make him eat it, that says, I love But not for that, dream I on this strange course, not you. But on this travail look for greater birth. Beut. Will you not eat your word ? She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to Upon the instant that she was accus'd, it: I protest, I love thee. Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus’d,

Beut. Why then, God forgive me! Of every hearer: For it so falls out,

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour, Whilest we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, I was about to protest, I loved you. Why, then we rackt the value; then we find Bene. And do it with all thy heart. The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with Clau-that none is left to protest. dio:

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee, When he shall hear she died upong his words, Beat. Kill Claudio. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world. loto his study of imagination ;.

Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. And every lovely organ of her life

Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;-There More moving-delicate, and full of life, is no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Bene. Beatrice, Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he Beat. In faith, I will go. mourn,

Bene. We'll be friends first. (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

Beat. You dare easier be friends with rila, And wish he had not so accused her;

than fight with mine enemy. No, though he thought his accusation true. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Let this be so, and doubt not but success Beat. Is he not approved in the height a Will fashion the event in better shape

villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonThan I can lay it down in likelihood.

oured my kinswoman ?-0, that I were a man! But if all aim but this be levell’d false,

-What! bear her in handy until they come to Tre supposition of the lady's death

take hands; and then with public accusation, Will quench the wonder of her infamy: uncovered sander, unmitigated rancour,-Mi conception. + While. • Over-rate. By. Intimacy

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God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart way to examine; you must call forth the watch in the market-place.

that are their accusers. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way: Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a | Let the watch come forth :-Masters, I charge proper saying!

you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;

i 'Watch. This man said, Sir, that Doa John, Beut. Sweet Hero!—she is wronged, she is the prince's brother, was a villain. slandered, she is undone.

Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain :Bene. Beat

Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's bro. Beat. Princes, and counties !* Surely, a ther--villain. princely testimony, a goodly count-confect;t Bora. Master constable, a sweet gallant surely! O that I were a man Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not for his sake! or that had any friend would like thy look, I promise thee. be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted Sexton. What heard you him say else? into courtesies, valour into compliment, and 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thoumen are only turned into tongue, and trim ones sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only Hero wrongfully. tells a lie, and swears it :- I cannot be a man Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. with wishing, therefore I will die a woman Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. with grieving

Sexton. Whai else, fellow ? Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, I love thee.

upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the Beat. Use it for my love some other way than whole assembly, and not marry her. swearing by it.

Dogb. O villian! thou wilt be condemned Bene. Think you in your soul the count Clau- into everlasting redemption for this. dio hath wronged Hero?

Sexton. What else? Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a 2 Watch. This is all. soul.

Sexton, And this is more, masters, than you Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will chal- can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly lenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, you : By this hand, Claudio shall render me a in this very manner refused, and upon the grief dear account: As you hear of me, so think of of this, suddenly died.-Master constable, let me. Go, comfort your cousin: I must say, she these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; is dead; and


[Exeunt. I will go before, and show him their examina

tion. SCENE II-A Prison.


Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Enter DogBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in Verg. Let them be in band.*

gowns; and the WATCH, with CONRADE and Con. Off, coxcomb! BORACHIO.

Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?

let him write down the prince's officer, coxVerg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! comb.—Come, bind them :-Thou naughty Sexton. Which be the malefactors ?

varlet! Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the ex- Dogh. Dost thou not suspect my place ? hibition to examine.

Dost thou not suspect my years ?-0 that he Sexton. But which are the offenders that are were here to write me down-an ass !-but, to be examined ? let them come before master masters, remember, that I am an ass; though constable.

it be not written down, yet forget not that I am Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.- an ass :-No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, What is your name, friend?

as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. Bora. Borachio.

I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an ofDogb. Pray write down-Borachio.—Yours, ficer; and, which is more, a householder; and, sirrah?

which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any Con. I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is is in Messina, and one, that knows the law, Conrade.

go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath rade.-Masters, do you serve God?

two gowns, and every thing handsome about Con. Bora. Yea, Sir, we hope.

him :

-Bring him away. O, that I had been Dogb. Write down-that they hope they writ down-an ass.

[Excunt. serve God :--and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains !

ACT. V. Masters, it is proved already that you are little SCENE. 1.-Before LEONATO's House. better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you

Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. for yourselves?

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Con. Marry, Sir, we say we are none. And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure Against yourself. you ; but I will go about with him.-Come you Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, Sir; I say to Which falls into mine ears as profitless you, it is thought you are false knaves.

As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they But such a one whose wrongs do suit with min. are both in a tale: Have you writ down—that Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, they are none ?

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mins, Sexton. Master constable, you ge not the And bið him speak of patience; Noblemen + A gobleman made out of sugar. Cereinony.


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Measure his woe the length and breadth of Save this of her's fram'd by thy viilany. mine,

Claud. My villany! And let it answer every strain for strain; Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say. As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Leon. My lord, my lord, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; I'll prove it on his body, if lie dare? Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, groan;

[drunk His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast And I of him will gather patience.

kill'd my child; But there is no such man: For, brother, men If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed: Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, But that's no matter; let him kill one first ;Their counsel turns to passion, which before Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me: · Eetter strong madness in a silken thread, Sir boy, I'll whip you from your toiningt fence' Charm ach with air, and agony with words; Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Leon. Brother, To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

my niece; To be so moral, when he shall endure

And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; The like himself: therefore give me no counsel That dare as well answer a man, indeed, My griefs cry louder than advertisement.* As I dare take a serpent by the tongue: Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops! differ.

Leon. Brother Antony, Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know For there was never yet philosopher, [blood; them, yea, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; And what they weigh, even to the utmost However they have writ the style of gods,

scruple: And made a pish at chance and sufferance. Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys,

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

slander, Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, will do so:

And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied, [prince, How they might hurt their enemies if they And that shall Claudio know, so shall the | And this is all.

(durst, And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Leon. But, brother Antony,

Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;
Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO.

Do not you meddle, let me deal in thuis. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wako hastily.

your patience. D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;, Claud. Good day to both of you.

But, on my honour, she was charg'd with no Leon. Hear you, my lords,

thing D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you Leon. My lord, my lord, well, my lord :

D. Pedro. I will not hear you.
Are you so hasty now ?-well, all is one.

Leon. No?
D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good Brother, away :-I will be heard ;-

Ant. And shall,
Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling, Or some of us will smart for it.
Some of us would lie low.

(Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO, Claud. Who wrongs him? Leon. Marry,

Enter BENEDICK. Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we thou:

went to seek. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, Clad. Now, signior! what news! I fear thee not.

Bene. Good day, my lord. Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost If it should give your age such cause of fear : come to part almost a fray. In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Claud. We had like to have had our two

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest noses snapped off with two old men without I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; [at me: teeth. As, under privilege of age, to brag [do, D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What What I have done being young, or what would think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, should have been too young for them. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true vaThat I am forc'd to lay my reverence by; [me, lour. I came to seek you both. And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Claud. We have been up and down to seek Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use Thy slander hath gone through and through her thy wit? And she lies buried with her ancestors : [heart, Bene. It is in my scabbard; Shall I draw itt O! in a tomb where never scandal slept, D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy sidet Admonition.

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Claud. Never any did so, though very many D. Pedro. And hath challengea thee? bave been beside their wit.-I will bid thee Claud. Most sincerely. draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to plea- D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when

he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks bis wit! pale:-Art thou sick, or angry?

Claud. What! courage, man! What though Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee

CONRADE and Borachio. to kill care.

Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, then is an ape a doctor to such a man. an you charge it against me:- I pray you, D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, choose another subject.

my heart, and be sad!* Did he not say my Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; brother was fled? this last was broke cross.

Dogb. Come, you, Sir; if justice cannot tame D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her and more; I think, he be angry indeed. balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite

Cuud. If he be, he knows how to turn his once, you must be looked to. girdle.*

D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's
Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? men bound! Borachio, one!
Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord !

Bene. You are a villian ;-I jest not:- I will D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these
inake it good how you dare, with what you men done?
dare, and when you dare:-Do me right, or I Dog b. Marry, Sir, they have committed false
will protest your cowardice. You have killed report; moreover, they have spoken untruths;
a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and last-
you: Let me hear from you.

ly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have verified unjust things: and, to conclude, they good cheer.

are lying knaves. D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bidt me done; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; to a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I sixth and lastly, why they are committed; and, do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's to conclude, what you lay to their charge. Daught.-Shall I not find a woodcock too? Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own di

Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes vision; and, by my troth, there's one meaning easily.

well suited." D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masthy wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine ters, that you are thus bound to your answer? wit; True, says she, a fine little one: No, said I, this learned constable is too cunning to be una great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one: derstood: What's your offence? Nay, said í, a good wit ; Just, said she, it hurts Boru. Sweet prince, let me go no further to nobody: Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; mine answer; do you hear me, and let this Certain, said she, a wise gentleman: Nay, said count kill me. I have deceived even your very I, he hutn the tongues; That I beliere, said she, eyes: what your wisdoms could not discover, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, which he foreswore on Tuesday morning; there's in the night, over-heard me confessing to this a double tongue; there's two tongues. Thus did man, how Don John your brother incensedt she, an hour together, transshape thy particular me to slander the lady Hero: how you were virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, brought into the orchard, and saw ine court thou wast the properest man in Italy.

Margaret in Hero's garment; how you disCluud. For the which she wept heartily, and graced her, when you should marry her: my said, she cared not.

villany they have upon record; which I had D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all rather seal with my death, than repeat over to that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and would love him dearly: the old man's daughter my master's false accusation; and, briefly, I told us all.

desire nothing but the reward' of a villain. Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron when he was hid in the gurden.

through your blood ? D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'd bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head?

it. Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to drells Benedick the married man?

this? Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my Boru. Yea, and paid me richly for the pracmind; I will leave you now to your gossip-like tice of it. humour: you break jests as braggarts do their D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not. And fled he is upon his villany.. [treachery:My lord, for your many courtesies I thank Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth apyou: I must discontinue your company: your

pear brother, the bastard, is filed from Messina: you in the rare semblance that I loved it first. bave, among you, killed a sweet and innocent Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by lady! For my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I this time our Sexton hath reformed signior shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. Leonato of the matter: And masters, do not

[Exit BENEDICK. forget to specify, when time and place shall D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

serve, that I am an ass. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leon warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.

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Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your Sexton.

worship; which, I beseech your worship, to Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his correct yourselt, for the example of others. That when I note another man like him, (eyes; God keep your worship; I wish your worship I may avoid him: Which of these is he? well; God restore you to health: Í humbly give Beru. If you would know your wronger look you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting

may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, neighLeon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath

bour. hast kill'd

(Exeunt DOGBERRY, VERGES, and WATCH. Mine innocent child?

Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, fareBora. Yea, even l alone.

well. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beli'st thyself;

Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you Here stand a pair of honourable men,

to-morrow. A third is fled, that had a hand in it:

D. Pedro. We will not fail. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;

Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. Record it with your high and worthy deeds;

(Exeunt Don Pedro and CLAUDIO. Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd"

with Margaret, Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourself;


(Exeunt. Impose* me to what penance your invention Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,

SCENE 11.-LEONATO's Garden. But in mistaking.

Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; And yet, to satisfy this good old man,

Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, I would bend under any heavy weight deserve well at my hands, by helping me to That he'll enjoin me to.

the speech of Beatrice. Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in That were impossible ; but, I pray you both, praise of my beauty ? Possesst the people in Messina here

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no How innocent she died: and, if your love man living shall come over it; for, in most Can labour aught in sad invention,

comely truth, thou deservest it. Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,

Marg. To have no man come over me? why, And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night:- shall I always keep below stairs ? To-morrow morning come you to my house; Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's And since you could not be my son-in-law, mouth, it catches. Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daugh- Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's Almost the copy of my child that's dead, [ter, foils, which hit, but hurt not. And she alone is heir to both of us;

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will Give her the right you should have given her not hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call And so dies my revenge.

(cousin, Beatrice: I give thee the bucklers. Claud. O, noble Sir,

Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! of our own. I do embrace your offer; and dispose

Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must For henceforth of poor Claudio.

put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dan. Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your gerous weapons for maids. coming;

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who To-night I take my leave. This naughty man I think, hath legs.

(Exit MARGARET. Sball face to face be brought to Margaret, Bene. And therefore will come. Who, I believe, was pack’dt in all this wrong, Hir'd to it by your brother.

The god of lore, (Singing.) Bora. No, by my soul, she was not;


That sits abore, Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to

And knows me, and knows me, But always hath been just and yirtuous,

How pitiful I deserve,Io any thing that I do know by her. Dogb. Moreover, Sir, (which, indeed, is not the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer

I mean, in singing ; but in loving,—Leander under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the of pandars, and a whole book full of these offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishment. And also, I quondam, carpet-mongers, whose names yet the watch heard them talk of one Deformed: run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, they say,

he wears a key in his ear, and a lock why, they were never so truly turned over and hanging by it; and borrows money in God's show it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out

over as my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot Dame; the which he hath used so long, and never

paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, no rhyme to lady but baly, an innocent rhyme; and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray for scorn, horn, a bard rhyme ; for school, fool,

a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, you, examine him upon that point. Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I

cannot woo in festival terms.t paine. Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most

Enter BEATRICE. thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God

Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I Leon. There's for thy pains.

called thee? Dogb. God save the foundation !

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.

Bene. O, stay but till then!
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+ Holiday pticamais * Ignorant.

for you.



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