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By noting of the lady; I have mark’d

No, though he thought his accusation true. A thousand blushing apparitions start

Let this be so, and doubt not but success Into ber face; a thousand innocent ahames

Will fashion the event in better shape In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; Than I can lay it down in likelihood. And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,

But if all aim but this be levell'a false,
To burn the errors, that these princes hold

The supposition of the lady's death
Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool; Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
Trust not my reading, por my observations, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
Which with experimental seal doth warrant (As best befits ber wounded reputation)
The tenour of my book : trust not my age, In some reclusive and religious life,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,

Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: Under some biting error.

And though, you know, my inwardness and love Leon.

Friar, it cannot be : Is very inuch unto the prince and Claudio,
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
Is, that she will not add to her damnation

As secretly, and justly, as your soul
A sin of perjury; she not denies it :

Should with your body. Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse


Being that I flow in grief, That which appears in proper nakedness ?

The smallest twine may lead me.
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of ? Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away;

Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know For to strange sores strangely they strain the
If I know more of any man alive, (none :
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day,
Let all my sins lack mercy ko my father,

Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and Prove you, that any man with me convers'd

endure. [Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. At hours anmeet, or that I yesternight

Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Maintain's the change of words with any creature, while ? Reluse me, hate me, torture me to death.

Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Friar. There is some strange misprision in the Bene. I will not desire that. princes.

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Bene. 'I wo of them have the very bent of honour; Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lives in John the bastard,

Beat, Ab, how much might the man deserve of Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.

me, that would right her! Leon. I know not: If they speak but truth of her, Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her ho Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. The proudest of them shall well bear of it. (nour, Bene. May a man do it? Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,

Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Nor age so eat up my invention,

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,

yon; Is not that strange? Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It Bat they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,

were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; Ability in means, and choice of friends,

I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :-I am sorry To quit me of them throughly.

for my cousin. Friar.

Pause a while, Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. And let my counsel sway you in this case.

Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Your daughter here the princes left for dead ; Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and Let her awhile be secretly kept in,

I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you. And publish it, that she is dead indeed :

Beat. Will you not eat your word ? Maintain a mourning ostentation;

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: And on your family's old monument

I protest, I love thee. Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites,

Beat. Why then, God forgive me ! That appertain unto a burial.

[this do? Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? Leon. What shall become of this? What will Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was Priar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her about to protest I loved you. beball

Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Change slander to remorse ; that is some good : Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that But not for that dream I on this strange course,

none is left to protest. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Beat. Kill Claudio. L'pon the instant that she was accus'd,

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,

Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Oí erery bearer : Por it so falls out,

Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;– There is
Whiles we enjoy it; bot being lack'd and lost, no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go.
Why, then we rack the value, then we find

Bene. Beatrice,
The virtue, that possession would not shew us Beat. In faith, I will go.
Wbiles it was ours : So will it fair with Claudio : Bene. We'll be friends first.
When he shall hear she died upon his words,

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

fight with mine enemy: Into his study of imagination;

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? And every lovely organ of her life

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vilShall come apparell d in more precious habit, lain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my More moving-delicate, and full of life,

kinswoman ?-0), that I were a man-What? Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

bear her in hand until they come to take hands, Tban when she liv'd indeed :--then shall be mourn, and then, with public accasation, uncovered slan(If ever love had interest in his liver),

der, unmitigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a And wish he had not so accused her;

man! I would eat bis heart in the narket-place.

Rene. Hear me, Beatrice ;

Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a pro Sexion. What else, fellow? Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice; [per saying. 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, Beat. Sweet Hero-she is wronged, she is slan- | upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole Bene, Beat

[dered, she is undone assembly, and not marry her. Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely Dogb. 0 villain! thou wilt be condemned into testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, everlasting redemption for this. surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! or that I Sexton. What else? had any friend would be a man for my sake! But 2 Watch. This is all. manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into com Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can pliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen irim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this that only tells a lie, and swears it: I cannot be a very manner refused, and upon the grief of this, man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men with grieving

[love thee. be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go beBene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand, Ifore, and show him their examination. [Exit.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. swearing by it.

[hath wronged Hero? Verg. Let them be in band. Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio Con. Off, coxcomb! Beat. Yea, as sure as I bave a thought, or a soul. Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let

Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him write down--ihe prince's officer, concomb.him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : By Come, bind them : - Thou naughty varlet! this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost your cousin: I must say, she is dead; and so, thou not suspect my years ?=0 that he were here farewell.

[E.reunt. to write me down-an ass! but, masters, rememScene II.-A Prison.

ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns ; down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, Sexion. Which be the malefactors ?

a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a Doyb. Marry, that am I and my partner. piece of flesh as any is in Messina; and one that

Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibition knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, to examine.

go to ; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome examined ? let them come before master constable. about him :-Bring him away. 0, that I had been Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. writ down-an ass!

[Exeunt. What is your name, friend?

Bora. Borachio.
Dogb. Pray write down-Boracbio.-


SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House. sirrah?


Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief -Masters, do you serve God?

Against yourself. Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.


I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Dogb. Write dowo--that they hope they serve Which falls into mine ears as profitless God Sand write God first; for God defend but As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; God should go before such villains !-Masters, it is Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, proved already that you are little better than false But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with mine. knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, How answer you for yourselves?

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

And bid bim speak of patience; Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you;

Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, but I will go about with hím.—Come you hither, And let it answer every strain for strain ; sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, thought you are false knaves.

In every lineament, branch, shape, and form : Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard : Dogb. Well, stand aside.- Fore God, they are Cry--sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should both in a tale : Have you writ down-that they are

groan; none ?

Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drank Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to

With candle-wasters ; bring him yet to me, examine; you must call forth the watch, that are And I of him will gather patience. their accusers.

But there is no such man: For, brother, men Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way :--Let Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief the watch come forth :- Masters, I charge you, in Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, the prince's name, accuse these men.

Their counsel turns to passion, which before I Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the Would give preceptial medicine to rage, prince's brother, was a villain.

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain : Charm ach with air, and agony with words: Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother- No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Bora. Master constable,

(villain. To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, thy look, I promise thee.

To be so moral, when he shall endure Sexton. What heard you him say else?

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou My griefs cry louder than advertisement. sand ducats of John Don, for accusing lady Hero Ant. Therein do men from children nothing wrongfully:


[blood; Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and

For there was never yet philosopher,

Leon. But, brother Antony, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;


Come, 'tis no matter ; However they have writ the style of gods,

Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself ; your patience,
Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;

Leon. There thou speak'st reason : nay, I will do But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing
My soal doth tell me, Hero is belied; [so: But what was true, and very full of proof.
And that sball Claudio know, so shall the prince, Leon. My lord, my lord,

And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. Leon.

No? Enter Don PEDRO and Claudio.

Brother, away :- I will be heard ;Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily. Ant.

And shall, D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

Or some of us will smart for it.
Good day to both of you.

[Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Leon. Hear you, my lords,D. Pedro. We have some baste, Leonato.

Enter BENEDICK. Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we well, my lord :

went to seek. Are you so hasty now ?-well, all is one.

Claud. Now, signior! what news? D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good

Bene. Good day, my lord. old man.

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, come to part almost a fray, Some of us would lie low.

Claud. We had like to have had our two noses Cland.

Who wrongs bim? snapped off with two old men without teeth. Leon.

Marry, D. Pedro. Leonato and bis brother: What think'st Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou: thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have Nay, never lay thy band upon thy sword,

been too young for them. I fear thee not.

Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour:. Claud. Marry, beshrew my band, I came to seek you both. If it should give your age such cause of fear : Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. for we are bigh proof melancholy, and would faiń

Leon. Tash, tush, man, never fleer and jest at have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit? I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool ; [me: Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it? As, under privilege of age, to brag.

D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? What I have done being young, or what would do, Claud. Never any did so, though very many have Were J not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, been beside their wil.--I will bid thee draw, as we Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, pale :- Art thou sick, or angry? Do challenge ibee to trial of a man.

Claud. What! courage, man! What though care I say, thoa bast belied mine innocent child; killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to Thy slander bath gone through and through her kill care. And she lies buried with her ancestors : heart, Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

you charge it against me:-I pray you, choose Save this of her's, fram'd by thy villainy.

another subject. Claud. My villainy!

Claud. Nay, then give bim another staff; this Leon.

Thine, Claudio ; thine, I say. last was broke cross. D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and Leon.

My lord, my lord, more; I think, he be angry indeed. I'll prove it on his body, if he dare ;

Claud. If he be, he knows how to tarn his girdle. Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.

Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Bene. You are a villain ;-I jest not:-I will Leon. Canst thoa so daff me? Thou hast kill'd make it good how you dare, with what you dare, my child;

and when you dare :-Do me right, or I will proIf thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. test your cowardice. You have killed a sweet

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed; lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you : Let But that's no matter; let bim kill one first;- . me hear from you. Win me and wear me,-let him answer me,

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me: D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

a calf's head and a capon, the which if I do not Leon. Brother,

[niece; carve most curiously, say my knife's naught.-Shall Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my I not find a woodcock too? And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice

praised thy As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:

wit the other day : I said, thou hadst a fine wit; Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!— True, says she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great Leon,

Brother Antony,- wit; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said Ant. Hold you content; Wbat, man! I know 1, a good wit ; Just, said she, is hurts no body: Nay, them, yea,

said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongʻring boys, That, I beteve, said she, for he swore a thing to me That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, on Monday night, which he forswore on ľuesday Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, morning; there's a double tongue; there's trco tongues. And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, Thas did she, an hour together, trans-shape thy parHow they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, ticular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a And this is all.

sigh, thou wast the prosperest man in Italy.

(good cheer.

may have

on me.

Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it. said, she cared not.

D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treaD. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all And fled he is upon this villainy. [chery :that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would Claud. Sweet Hero! now

thy image doth appear love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. In the rare semblance, that I loved it first.

Cláud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this when he was hid in the garden.

time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's the matter: And, masters, do not forget to specify, horns on the sensible Benedick's head ?

when time and place sball serve, that I am an ass. Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Very. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, Benedick the married man?

and the sexton too. Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexlon. I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, That, when I note another man like him, God be thanked, hurt not.-My lord, for your I may avoid him: Which of these is he? many courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue Bora. If you would know your wronger, look your company: your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina: you have, among you, killed a sweet Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath and innocent lady: For my lord Lack-bcard, there, Mino innocent child ?

[hast kill'd he and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with


Yea, even I alone. him.

(Exit Benedick. Leon. No, not so, villain ; thou bely'st thyself; D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

Here stand a pair of honourable men, Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll war A third is fled, that had a hand in it: rant you, for the love of Beatrice.

I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?

Record it with your high and worthy deeds; Claud. Most sincerely.

'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge yourself; Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not,

Impose me to what penance your invention

But in místaking.
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
an ape a doctor to such a man.

And yet, to satisfy this good old man, D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be ; pluck up, my I would bend under any heavy weight, heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother That he'll enjoin me to. was fled ?

Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame That were impossible, but I pray you both, you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her Possess the people in Messina here balance : nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, How innocent she died : and, if your love you must be looked to.

Can labour aught in sad invention, D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, bound! Borachio, one!

And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night:Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord ! To-morrow morning come yon to my house;

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men And since you could not be my son-in-law, done?

Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re Almost the copy of my child that's dead, port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; se And she alone is heir to both of us; condarily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they Give her the right you should have given her cousin, have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified un And so dies my revenge. just things, and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Claud.

0, noble sir, D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done ; Your over kindness doth wring tears from me! thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and I do embrace your offer; and dispose lastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude, For henceforth of poor Claudio. what you lay to their charge ?

Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your comClaud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; To-night I take my leave.--This naughty man and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,

D. Pedro. Whom have you oflended, masters, Who, I believe, was pack’a in all this wrong, that you are thus bound to your answer? this Hir'd to it by your brother. learned constable is too cunning to be understood : Bora.

No, by my sonl, she was not; What's your offence?

Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to But always hath been just and virtuous, mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count In

any thing that I do know by her. I have deceived even your very eyes : Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not under what your wisdoms could not discover, these white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered night, overheard me contessing to this man, how | in bis punishment: And also, the watch heard them Don John, your brother, incevsed me to slander the talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in lady Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, his ear, and a lock banging by it; and borrows moand saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; ney in God's name; the which he hath used so long, how you disgraced her, when you should marry and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, her : my villainy they have upon record; which I and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray you, exhad rather seal with my death, than repeat over to

amine bim upon that point. my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. master's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful nothing but the reward of a villain.

and reverend youth ; and I praise God for you. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Leon. There's for thy pains.

Dogb. God save the foundation! [I thank thee. Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he uttered it. Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship;


kill me.

your blood ?

which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, y good part to intermingle with them. But for which for the example of others. God keep your wor. of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? ship; I wish your worship well ; God restore you to Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer bealth ; I humbly give you leave to depart; and if love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think ; alas! poor Come, neighbour.

heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for [Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. yours; for I will never love that which my friend Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. hates. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. D. Pedro. We will not fail.

(morrow. Beat. It appears not in this confession; there's not Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero.

one wise man among twenty that will praise himself. [Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with in the time of good neighbours : if a man do not Margaret,

erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and

[Exeunt. the widow weeps. SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden.

Beat. And how long is that, think you? Enler BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.

Bene. Question ?- Why, an hour in clamour, and Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de

a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient serve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no of Beatrice.

[of my beauty? impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise bis own virtuez, as I am to myself : So much for

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man praising myself, (who, I myselfwill bear witness, is living shall come overit; for, in most comely truth, praise-worthy,) and now tell me, How doth your tboa deservest it.

Beat. Very ill.

[cousin ? Marg. To bare no man come over me? why,

Bene. And how do you? shall I always keep below stairs?

Beat. Very ill too. Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will month; it catches. [which hit, hut hurt not. I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Marg. And your's as blant as the fencer's foils,

Enter URSULA. Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady I give thee the bucklers.

[our own. Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Marg. Give us the swords, we have bücklers of Claudio mightily abus'd: and Don John is the au

Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put thor of all, who is fled and gone : will you come in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous presently? Weapons for maids.

Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Mary. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and think, hath legs.

[Exit. be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go Bene. And therefore will come.

with thee to thy uncle's.

[Exeunt. The god of love,


Scene III.-The Inside of a Church.
That sits above,
And knows me, and knows me,

Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants, with

music and tapers. How pitiful I deserve,

Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? I mean, in singing; but in loving,-Leander, the

Atten. It is, my lord. good swimmer, Troilus, the first employer of pan

Claud. (Reads from a scroll.) dars, and a wbole book full of these quondam car Done lo death by slanderous tongues, pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the

Was the Hero that here lies : even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so

Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, traly turned over and over as my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot shew it in rhyme; I have tried ;

Gives her fame, which never dies :

So the life that died with shame, I can find oot no rhyme to lady but baby, an inno

Lives in death with glorious fame. cent rhyme ; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for

Hang thou there upon the tomb, (affixing it.) school, sool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous end

Praising her when I am dumb. ings : No, I was not born ander a rhyming planet, Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. por I cannot woo in festival terms.


Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called

Those that slew thy virgin knight ; thee?

For the which, with songs of woe, Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.

Round about her tomb they go. Bene. O, stay but till then!

Midnight, assist our moan; Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now:--and

Help us to sigh and groan, yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for,

Heavily, heavily : wbich is, with knowing what hath passed between

Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, you and Claudio.

[kiss thee.

Till death be uttered, Bene. Ouly foul words; and thereupon I will

Heavily, heavily. Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome;

Yearly will I do this rite. therefore I will depart unkissed.

D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his

torches ont;

[day: right sense, so forcible is thy wit: Bat I must tell The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and | Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about either I must shortly bear from him, or I will sub Dapples the drowsy east with spots of

gray: scribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well. me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several in love with me?


(weeds; Beat. For them all together; which maintained D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any | And then to Leonato's we will go.

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