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Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that namc|Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea With any just reproach?

Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Claud.

Marry, that can Hero; And salt too little, which may scason give Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

To her foul tainted llesh! What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Bene,

Sir, sir, be patient : Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

I know not what to say. Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Beal. (), on my soul, my cousin is belied ! D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Bene. Lady, were you her bedrellow last night? Leonato,

Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, I am sorry you must hear; upon mine honour, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Leon. Confirm’d, contirm'd! O, that is stronger Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,

made, Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Which was before barrd up with ribs of iron! Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal' villain, Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, A thousand times in secret.

Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die. D. John.

Fie, fie! they are

Friar. Hear me a little;
Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; For I have only been silent so long,
There is not chastity enough in language, And given way unto this course of fortune,
Without offence, to ulter ther: thus, pretty lady, By noting of ihe lady: I have mark'd
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

A thousand blushing apparitions start
Clarul.' O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Into her face ; a thousand innocent shames
If half thy outward graces had been placed In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! And in her eye there hath appeard a fire,
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell

, To burn the errors that these princes hold Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! Against her maiden Truth:--Call me a fool; For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, Which with experimental seal doth warrant To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, The tenor of my book; trust not my age, And never shall it more be gracious.?

My reverence, calling, nor divinity, Leon. Hath no inan's dagger here a point for If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here me ?

(Hero swoons. Under some biting error. Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Leon.

Friar, it cannot be: you down?

Thou secst, that all the grace that she hath les, D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come Is, that she will not add io her damnation thus to light,

A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Smother her spirits up:

Why seek'st ihou then to cover with excuse (Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. That which appears in proper nakedness ? Bene. How doth the lady?

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? Beat.

Dead, I think ;-help, uncle ; Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle!-Signior Benedick !

none: friar!

If I know more of any man alire, Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Death is the fairest cover for her shame, Let all my sins lack mercy.!–O my father, That may be wish'd for.

Prove you that any man with me convers’d Beat.

How now, cousin Hero? At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Friar. Have comfort, lady:

Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Leon.

Dost thou look up ? Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not?

Friar. There is some strange misprisions in the Leon. Wherefore ? Why, doth not every earthly princes. thing

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The story that is printed in her blood ?

The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes : Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. For did I think thou would'si not quickly die, Leon. 'I know not; if they speak but truth of her, Thought I thy spirits were stronger ihan thy shames, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,

honour, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?3 Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Nor age so eat up my invention, Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Why had I not, with charitable hand,

Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends, Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;

But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy, Both strength of limb, and policy of inind,
I might have said, No part of it is anine,

Ability in means, and choice of friends,
This shame derives itself from unknown loins ? To quit me of them thoroughly.
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, Friar.

Pause a while, And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, And let my counsel sway you in this case. That I myself was to myself not mine,

Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Valuing of her; why, she-0, she is fallen Let her a while be secreily kept in,

And publish it, that she is dead indeed (1) Too free of tongue. (2) Attractive, Disposition of things,

(4) Sullied.

(5) Misconception.

dio :

Maintain a mourning ostentation ;

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

were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; That appertain unto a búrial.

I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: -I am sorry Leon. What shall become of this ? What will for my cousin. this do?

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Beat, Do not swear by it, and eat it. 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 not But not for that dream I on this strange course, you. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Beat. Will you not eat your word ? She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it; Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

I protest I love thee. Shall be lamented, piticd, and excus'd,

Beat. 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; I Whiles: we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, was about to protest I loved you. Why, then we rack the value; then we find Bene. And do it with all thy heart. The virtue, that possession would not show us Beal. I love you with so much of my heart, that Whiles it was ours :-So will ii fare with Clau-none is left to protest.

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

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Into 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 is More moving-delicate, and full of life,

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 mourn Beat. lo faith I will go. (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

Bene. We'll be friends first. And wish he had not so accused her;

Beat. You dure easier be friends with me, than No, though he thought his accusation true. fight with minc enemy: Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Will fashion the cvent in botter shape

Beat. Is he not approv'd in the height a villain, Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

that hath slandercd, scorned, dishonoured my kinsBut if all aim but this be levellid false,

woman ?-0, that I were a man!-What! bear The supposition of the lady's death

her in hands until they come to take hands; and Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

then with public accusation, uncovered slander, And, if it sort not well, you may conccal her

unnuitigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! (As best befits her wounded reputation,)

I would eat his heart in the market-place. In some reclusive and religious life,

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;-
Out of all cyes, tongucs, minds, and injuries. Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ? a

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: proper saying!
And though you know my inwardness and love Bene. Nay but, Beatrice;-
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

Beal. Sweet Hero !--she is wronged, she is Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

slandered, she is undone. As secretly, and justly, as your soul

Bene. BeatShould with your body.

Beal. Princes, and counties ! Surely a princely Leon.

Being that I flow ir grier, testimony, a goodly count-consect;' a sweet galTue smallest twinc may lead me.

lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! For to strange sorcs strangely they strain the But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into

compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, and irim ones too: he is now as valiant as HercuPerhaps, is but prolong’d; have patience, and Ies, that only tells a lie, and swears it :-1 cannot

endure. [Ere. Friar, Hero, and Lcon. be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woBene. Lady Bcatrice, have you wept all this man with grieving. while?

Bene. Tarry, good Bealrice: by this hand I love Bral. Yea, and I will wrep a while longer.

thee. Bene, I will not desire that.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. swearing by it. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio wrong'd.

hath wronged Ilcro ? Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve or Beal. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a me, that would right hier!

soul. Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Beal. A very cven way, but no such friend. him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : by Bene. May a man do it ?

this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: Beal. It is a man's office, but not yours. as you hear of me, so think of ine. Go, comfort Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as your cousin: I must say, she is dead; and so farcyou; is not that strange ?

(Exeunt. (1) While. (2) Over-rate. (3) By. (6) Noblemen. (7) A nobleman made out of sugar. 141 Intimacy. (5) Deludc her with hopes. (8) Ceremony.

well.

cure.

SCENE II.A prison. Enler Dogberry, Ver. Verg. Let them be in band.

ges, and Sexton, in gowns; and the Watch, Con. Off, coxcomb! with Conrade and Borachio.

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

him write down_ihe prince's ollicer, coxcomb.-Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! Come, bind them :--Thou naughty varlet! Serion. Which be the malefactors ?

Con. Away' you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibi- thou not suspect my years ? -0 that he were here tion to examine.

to write me down-an ass !-but, masters, remeinSexton. But which are the offenders that are to be ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written examined ? let them come before master constable. down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before ine.- villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved What is your name, friend ?

upon ihce by good witness. I am a wisc fellow; Bora, Borachio.

and, which is more, an officer; and, which is morc, Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.—Yours, a householder: and, which is more, as pretty a sirrah ?

piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, Conrade.

go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome rade. Masters, do you serve God?

about him :-Bring him away. O, that I had been Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

writ down an ass.

[Exeuni. Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve God:

-and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains !-Masters, it is

ACT V. proved already that you are little better than false knaves;

and it will go near to be thought so shortly. SCENE 1.-Before Leonato's house. Enler How answer you for yourselves ?

Leonato and Antonio.
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ;

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yoursell; but will go about with him.-Come you hither, And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief sirrah; a word in your car, sir ; I say to you, it is Against yoursell. thought you are false knaves.

Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Which falls into inine cars as profitless Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they are As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ; both in a tale: have you writ down-that they arel Nor let no comforter delight mine car, nonc?

But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, examine ; you must call forth the watch that are Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, their accusers.

Dogt. Yca, marry, that's the estest way:-Let Measure his wo the length and breadth of mine, the watch come forth':-Masters, I charge you, in And let it answer every strain for strain ; the prince's name, accuse these men.

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, i 'Walch. This man said, sir, that Don John, In every lineament, brunch, shape, and form: the prince's brother, was a villain.

If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain.- Cry--sorrow, wag! and hem,when he should groan, Why ihis is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother Patch gries with proverbs; make misfortunes drunk villain.

With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Bora, Master constable,

And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like But there is no such man: For, brother, men thy look, I promise ihee.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Sezlon. What heard you him say else?

Which they themselves not feel; but, lasting il, 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou- Their counsel turns to passion, which before sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,

Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Hero wrongfully.
Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.

Charm ache with air, and agony with words :
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Sexton. What else, fellow ?

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; I Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean,

But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole To be so moral, when he shall endure assembly, and not marry her.

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Dogb. 6 villain! thou wilt be condemned into My griess cry louder than advertisement.? everlasting redemption for this.

Anl. Therein do men from children nothing differ. Serton. What else?

Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and 2 Watch. This is all.

blood; Serton. And this is more, masters, than you can

For there was never yet philosopher, deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen That could endure the tooth-ach paticntly; away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this However they have writ the style of gods, very manner refused, and upon the grief 'of this, And made a pish at chance and sufferance. suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself: be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go

Make thosc, that do offend you, suffer loo. before, and show him their examination. (Exit.

Leon. There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ; (1) Bond. (2) Admonition. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,

do so.

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 ir this. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily. D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

your patience. Claud. Good day to both of you. But, on my honour, she was charg’d with nothing

My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; Leon. Hear you my lords,D. Pedro, We have some haste, Leonato. But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, sare you

Leon. My lord, my lord, —

D. Pedro, well, my lord :

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 ;old man.

Ant.

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

(Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Claud. Who wrongs him ?

Enter Benedick. Leon.

Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou: D. Pedro. See, see, here comes the man we went Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

to seek. I fear thee not.

Claud. Now, signior! what news ? Claud.

Marry, beshrew my hand, Bene. Good day, my lord. If it should give your age such cause of sear; D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. come to part almost a fray.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me: Claud. We had like to have had our two noses I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

snapped off with two old men without teeth. As, under privilege of age, to brag

D. Pedro, Leonato and his brother : What What I have done being young, or what would do, think'st thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, have been too young for them. Thou hast so wrong'd minc innocent child and me, Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. That I am furc'd to lay my reverence by;

I came to seek you both. And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, Claud. We have been up and down to seck thee; Do challenge ihce to trial of a man.

for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child ; have it bcaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ? Thy slander hath gone through and through her Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it? heart,

D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? And she lies buried with her ancestors :

Claud. Never any did so, though very many 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

have been beside their wit.-I will bid thee draw Save this of her's framed by thy villany.

as wc do the minsireis ; draw, to pleasure is. Claud. My villany?

D. Pedro. As I am an honesi man, he looks pale: Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine I say. Art thou sick or angry? D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

Claud. Ilhat! courage, men! What though care Leon.

My lord, my lord, killed a cai, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; Despite his nice fence, and his active practice,' Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. you charge it against pic :-I pray you, choose

Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. another subject. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd Claud, Nay, then give hiin another staff; this mv child ;

last was broke cross. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and

Anl. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : more: I think, he be angry indeed.
But that's no matter; let him kill one first :- Claud. If he bc, lic knows how to turn his girdle.
Win me and wear me, let him answer me,-

Bene. Shall I spcak a word in your ear?
Come, follow mne, boy; come, boy, follow me:- Clauul. God bless me from a challenge!
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your loining? fence; Bene. You are a villain ; ! jest not:-1 will make
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

it good how you dare, with what you dare, and Leon. Brother,

when you dare:-Do me righi, or I will protest Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my your cowardice. You have kiled a sweei lady,

and her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me heer And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :

cheer. Boys, apes, braggarts, Jucks, milksops!

D. Pedro. What, a scast ? a least ? Leon.

Brother Antony,- Claud. I'fith, I thank liim ; he hath bido me to Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not them, yea,

carve most curiously, say, my knife's naugnt.And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Shall I not find a woodcock too? Scrambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy Go anticly, and shew outward hideousness, wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, True, says she, a fine lillle'one : No, said I, a great How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said And this is all.

i, a good wit: Just, said she, it hurts nobody; (1) Skill in fencing. (2) Thrusting (3) To give a challenge. (4) Invited.

care.

niece;

from you.

Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes: she, a wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the what your wisdoms could not discover, these shaltongues ; That I believe, said she, for he swore a low fools have brought to light; who, in the night, thing to me on Monday night, which he for swore overheard me confessing to this man, how Don on Tuesday morning; there's a double longue; John your brother incensed? me to slander the lady there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour iogc-Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, ther, trans-shape thy, particular virtues; yet, at and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the pro- how you disgraced her, when you should marry perest man in Italy.

her: my villany they have upon record; which I Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to said, she cared not.

my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all master's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would nothing but the reward of a villain. love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him

your blood ? when he was hid in the garden.

Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage

D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice

Claud. Yca, and text underneath, Here dwells of it. Benedick the married man.

D. Pedro. He is composid and fram'd of tre3Bene. Fare you well

, boy; you know my mind; chery:I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: And ded he is upon this villany. you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which,

Claud. Swect Hero! now thy image doth appear God be thanked, hurt not.--My lord, for your many In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your... Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this company; your brother, the bastard, is fled from time our Sexton hath reformed signior Leonalo of Messina: you have, among you, killed a sweet and the matter : and masters, do not forget to specify, innocent lady: for my lord Lack-beard, there, he when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. Verg. llere, here comes master signior Leonato,

[Erit Benedick. and the Sexton too. D. Pedro. He is in carnest. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll war

Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton. rant you, for the love of Beatrice.

Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes; 1). Pedro. And hath challenged thee?

That when I note another man like him, Claud. Most sincerely.

'I may avoid him: Which of these is he? D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when hel Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves ofl' his wit!

Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with hast kill'd Conrade and Borachio.

Mine innocent child ? Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is Bora.

Yea, even I alone. an ape a doctor to such a man.

Leon. No, not so, villain, thou bely'st thysell; D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my Here stand a pair of honourable men, heart, and be sad!: Did he not say my brother was A third is fled, that had a hand in it:fled ?

I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death ; Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame Record it with your high and worthy deeds; you, she shall ne'er wcigh more reasons in her ba- 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it

. lance; nay. an you be a cursing hypocrite once, Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, you must be looked to.

Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yoursell ; D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Impose me io what penance your invention bound! Borachio, one!

Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not, Claud. Hearken to their offence, my lord ! But in mistaking.

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I ; done?

And yet, to satisfy this good old man, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- I would bend under any heavy weight port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; se- That he'll enjoin me to. condarily, they are slarders; sixth and lastly, they Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified un- That were impossible; but, I pray you both, just things : and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Possess the people in Messina here

D. Pedro. First, I ask theo what they have done; How innocent she died: and, if your love thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Can labour ought in sad invention, lastly, why they are committed; and, tó conclude, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomh, what you lay to their charge?

And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own divi-To-morrow morning come you to my house ; sion ; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well And since you could not be my son-in-law, suited.

Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, that you are thus bound to your answer? this And she alone is heir to both of us ; learned constable is too cunning to be understood: Give her the right you should have given her cousin, What's your oflence ?

And so dies my revenge. Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to

Claud.

0, noble sir, mine answer ; do you hear me, and let this count Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! 11) Serious. (2) Incited.

(3) Command, (4) Acquaint.

me.

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