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Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write Bene. How doth the lady ? against it :
Beat. Dead, I think ;-help, uncle ;You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
Hero ! why, 'Hero !-Uncle !--Signior BeneAs 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? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every 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 not 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 ?
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Who smirchedt thus, and mired with infamy,
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,
[name That I myself was to myself not mine, Claud. Marry, that can Hero;
Valuing of her; why, she–0, she is fallen
For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
Beat. 0, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
(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. Confirın'd, confirm'd! 0, 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 i and Claudio lie? Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulThere 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, If half thy outward graces had been placed By noting of the lady: I have mark'd About thy thoughts, 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 ? wherefore 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 (Exeunt 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 tonguc.
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accusd | And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her 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 Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
The smallest twine may lead me.
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 friend. To 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; Beat. 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 me. 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, Beút. 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 rack 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 bear she died upong his words, Beat. Kill Claudio. The idea of her life shall sweetly 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 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 be 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 me, 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 But if all aim but this be levell’d false,
vedamy I !
bear her in handt until they come to. The supposition of the lady's death
take hands; and then with public accusation, Will quench the wonder of her infamy: uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,-0 Misconception. While. Over-rate.
+ Delude her with hopes.
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 eftest way:Beut. 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 ;
1 'Watch. This man said, Sir, that Don 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 broBeat. Princes, and counties !* Surely, a ther-villain. princely testimony, a goodly count-contect it 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 I 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, I 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 Dogh. 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. What 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 ?
Serton. 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 he bound, and brought to Leonato's; is dead; and so, farewell.
[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. Oil, coxcomb! Borachio.
Dogh, God's my life! where's the sexton ? Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? let him write down the prince's officer, coxVerg. (), a stool and a cushion for the sexton! comb.--Come, bind them :Thou naughty Serton. 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 dowo-Borachio.—Yours, ticer; and, which is more, a householder; and, sirrah?
wbich 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.
[Exeunt. serve God:-and write God first; for God de. fend but God should go before such villains !
ACT. V. Masters, it is proved already that you are little SCENE. 1.-—Before Leonato's Hlouse. 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 cars 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 car, Dogb. Well, stand aside.-'Fore God, they | But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. are both in a tale: Have you writ down-tbat Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, they are none ?
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Serton. Master constable, you go not the And bid him speak of patience; Vellemen. # A nobleman made out of sugar, 1 Ceremony
Measure his woe the length and breadth of Save this of her's fram'd by thy villany.
Claud. My villany!
[drunk His May of youth, and bloom of lusty hood.
kill'd my child;
my niece; To be so moral, when he shall endure
And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains;
Leon, Brother Antony,
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 thé And this is all.
[durst, And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Leon. But, brother Antony,
Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake 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 noLeon. 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 basty now -well, all is one.
Ant. And shall,
[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, Claud. 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
Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest noses snapped off with two old men without
D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What
Claud. We have been up and down to seek Do challenge thee to trial of a man. 1 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 it? 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept, D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? * Admonition.
* Skill in fencing.
Claud. Never any did so, though very many
D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? have 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 his 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
Claud. 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 make it good how you dare, with what you men done? dare, and when you dare :-Do me riglat, or I Dogb. 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 lastyou: Let me hear from you.
ly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they bave 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 bave Claud. l'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. naught.-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 un. a great wit; Řight, says she, a great gross one: derstood: What's your offence? Nay, said I, a good wit ; Just, said she, it hurts Boru. Sweet prince, let me go no further to nobody: Nay, said I, the gentlemun 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 1, he huth the tongues; Thut I believe, said she, eyes: what your wisdoms could not discover, fór 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 me 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 dwells 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 fled from Messina: you in the rare semblance that I loved it first. have, 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 Leo. warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.
nato, and the Sexton too.