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Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Claud. Stand thee by, friar:-Father, by your than 'lis; for I hear as good exclamation on your

leave! worsbip, as of any man in the city; and though I Will you with free and unconstrained soul be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

Give me this maid, your daughter ? Verg. And so am I.

Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me, Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting

worth your worship's presence, have ta’en a couple of as May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? arrant knaves as any in Messina,

D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking ; Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out;

fulness.God help us ! it is a world to see !1_Well said, There Leonato, take her back again. i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good Give not this routen orange to your friend; man; an two men ride of a horse, one must

ride She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :hehind :-An honest soul, i'faith, sir : by my troth Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: lie is, as ever broke bread: bul, God is to be wor- o, what authority and show of truth shipped : All men are not alike ; alas! good neigh-Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! bour!

Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, you.

All you that see her that she were a maid, Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.

By ihese exterior shows ?-But she is none : Leon. I must leave you.

She knows the heat of a luxurious: bed : Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, in- Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. deed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and Leon. What do you mean, my lord ? we would have them this morning examined before Claud.

Not to be married, your worship.

Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton. Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear Have vanquish'd'the resistance of her youth, unto you.

And made defeat of her virginity, Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

Claud. I know what you would say; If I have Leon. Drink some winc ere you go; fare you well.

known her, Enter a Messenger.

You'll say she did embrace me as a husband,

And so extenuate the 'forehand sin: Mless. My lord, they stay for you to give your No, Leonato, daughter to her husband.

I never tempied her with word too large;s Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. But, as a brother to his sister, show'd

(Ereunt LEONATO and Messenger. Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to vou ? Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: gaol ; we are now to examination these men.

You seem to me as Dian in her orb; Verg. And we must do it wisely.

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; But you are more intemperate in your blood here's that, [Touching his forehead,] shall drive Than Venus or those pamper'd animals some of them to a non com : only get the learned That rage in savage sensuality. writer to set down our excommunication, and meet Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so me at the gaol.

(Exeunt.

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Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?
D. Pedro.

What should I speak ?
ACT IV.

I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about

To link my dear friend to a common stale. SCENE I. The Inside of a Church. Enter Don Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream?

Pedro, Don Johs, LEONATO, Friar, Claudio, D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things
BENEDICK, Hero, and BEATRICE, &-c.
Leon. Come, Friar Francis, be brief; only to

Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

Hero. the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount

True, O God,

Claud. Leonato stand I here? their particular duties afterwards.

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? lady?

Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Claud. No.

Leon. All this is so; but what of this my lord ? Leon. To be married to her, friar ; you come to

Claud. Let me but move one question to your marry her.

daughter; Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to

And by that fatherly and kindly power? this count.

That

you have in her, bid her answer truly. Hero. I do.

Leon, I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Friar. If either of you know any inward impedi

Hero. O God, defend me! how am I beset !ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge What kind of catechizing call you this ?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. you, on your souls, to utter it. ? Claud. Know you any, Hero ?

Hero. Is it not Hero ? Who can blot that name Hero. None, my lord.

With any just reproach ? Friar. Know you any, count?

Claud.

Marry, that can Hero; Leon. I dare make his answer, none.

Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. Claud. O, what men daro do ! what men may do! What man was he lalk'd with you yesternight what men daily do! not knowing what they do!

Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? Bene. How now! Interjections ? Why, then Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he!

| This was a common apostrophe of admiration 5 Licentious. equivalent to it is wonderful,' or it is admirable.' 6 i. e. “ So remotely from the present business." "You

2 This is borrowed from our marriage ceremony, are wide of the mauer,' is a familiar phrase still in use which, (with a few changes in phraseology,) is the same 7 i. e. ' natural power.' Kind is used for nature as was used in Shakspeare's ume.

So in The Induction to The Taming of the Shrew3 Lascivious.

• This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs.' 4 i. e. 'if in your own trial.'

which here also signifies naturally

are true.

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Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Leon. Confirm’d, confirm'd! O, that is stronger
D. Pedro. Why then are you no maiden.-Leo-

made,
nato,

Which was before barr'd
I am sorry you must hear; upon my honour,

and ?
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Díd see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die.
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window;

Friar. Hear me a little ;
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal' villain, For I have only been silent so long,
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had And given way unto this course of fortune,
A thousand times in secret.

By noting of the lady: I have mark'd
D. John.

Fie, Fie! they are A thousand blushing apparitions start
Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
There is not chastity enough in language, In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
Without offence to útter them: Thus, pretty lady, And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

To burn the errors that these princes hold
Claud.' Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Against her maiden truth:-Call me a fool;
If half thy outward graces had been placed Trust not my reading nor my observations,
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! Which with experimental zeal doch warrant
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell, The tenour of my book; trust not my age,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!

My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,

If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang,

Under some biting error.
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,

Leon.

Friar, it cannot be . And never shall it more be gracious.?

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, Leon. Hath no mau's dagger here a point for me? Is, that she will not add to her damnation

(HERO swoons. A sin of perjury; she not denies it; Beat. Why, how now,

cousin ? wherefore sink Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse you down?

That which appears in proper nakedness ? D. John. Come, let us go : these things, come Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of ? thus to light,

Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know
Smother her spirits up.

none :
(Eseunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. If I know more of any man alive,
Bene. How doth the lady?

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Beat.
Dead, I think ;-help, uncle

Let all my sins lack mercy!- my father,
Hero ! why, Hero !—Uncle !—Signior Benedict

Prove you that any man with me convers'
friar?

At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight
Leon. O fate take not away thy heavy hand!

Maintain'd the change of words with any creature,
Death is the fairest cover for her shame,

Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
That may be wish'd for.

Friar. There is some strange misprision' in the
Beat.
How now, cousin Hero?

princes.
Friar. Have comfort, lady.

Bene. I'wo of them have the very bent of honour;
Leon. Dost thou look up?

And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not?

The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Leon. Wherefore ? Why, doth not every earthly Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.
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Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her, Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny

These hands shall tear her, if they wrong her The story that is printed in her blood ?:-

honour,
Do not líve, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes :

The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
For did I think thou wouldst'not quickly die,

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Nor fortune made such havock of my means,

Nor age so eat up my invention,
Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ?

Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?4

But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
0, one too much by thee! Why had I one?

Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?

Ability in means, and choice of friends,
Why had I not with charitable hand,

To quit me of them throughly.
Friar.

Pause a while,
Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;
Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy,

And let my counsel sway you in this case.
I might have said, No part of it is mine,

Your daughter here the princes left for dead;

Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
This shame derives itself from unknown loins ?
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd,

And publish it, that she is dead indeed :
And mine that I was proud on ; mine so much,

Maintain a mourning ostentation ;'
That I myself was to myself not mine,

And on your family's old monument
Valuing of her: why, she-1, she is fallen

Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea

That appertain unto a burial.

Leon. What shall become of this? What will
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again ;

this do?
And salt too little, which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!

Friar. Marry, this well carried, shall on her behalf

Change slander to remorse; that is some good.
Bene.
Sir, sir, be patient:

But not for that, dream I on this strange course,
For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,

But on this travail look for greater birth.
I know not what to say.

She dying, as it must be so maintain's,
Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied :
Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Upon ihe instant that she was accus’d,

Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, of every hearer: 'For it so falls out,
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.

6 See note 5, p. 160, ante.
1 Liberal here, as in many places of these plays, 6 The same thought is repeated in Macbeth:
means licentious beyond honesty or decency. This Will all great Neptune's ocean wush this blood
sense of the word is not peculiar to Shakspeare.

Clean from my hand.'
2 i. e. graced, favoured, countenanced. See As You 7 Misconception.
Like
It, Act i. Sc. 2.

8 Bent is here used for the utmost degree of, or ter
3 That is, which her blushes discovered to be true.'dency to honourable conduct.
4 Frame is order, contrivance, disposition of things. 9 Show, appearance

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That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beal. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was
Whiles we enjoy it; bui being lack'd and lost, about to protest, I loved you.
Why, then we racks 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, that
Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with Claudio : none is left to protest.
When he shall hear she died upon his words, Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Beat. Kill Claudio.
Into his study of imagination;

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
And every lovely organ of her life

Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell.
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Beal. I am gone, though I am here :-_There is
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go. Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall he mourn, Bene. Beatrice,(If ever love had interest in his liver,)

Beat. In faith, I will go. And wish he had not so accused her;

Bene. We'll be friends first. No, though he thought his accusation true.

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than Let this be so, and doubt not but success

fight with mine enemy: Will fashion the event in better shape

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Than I can lar it down in likelihood.

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain,' But if all aim but this be levell’d false,

that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kins The supposition of the lady's death

woman ?-0, that I were a man!-What! bear her Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

in hand“ until they come to take hands; and then And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmiti(As best befits her wounded reputation)

gated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! I In some reclusive and religious life,

would eat his heart in the market-place. Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a pro
And though, you know, my inwardness and love per saying !
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;-
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

Beat. Sweet Hero!-she is wronged, she is slanAs secretly, and justly, as your soul

dered, she is undone. Should with your body.

Bene. BeatLeon.

Being that I flow in grief, Beat. Princes, and counties !' Surely a princely The smallest twine may lead me.'

testimony, a goodly count-confect;'° a sweet galFriar. 'Tis well consented; presently away;

lant, surely! Ö that I were a man for his sake! or For to strange sores they strangely strain the that I had any friend would be a man for my sake!

But manhood is melted into courtesies," valour into Come, lady, die to live : this wedding day, compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, Perhaps is but prolong'd; have patience, and and trim'' ones too: he is now as valiant as Herendure.

cules, that only tells a lie, and swears it :-I can[Ereunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. not be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? woman with grieving. Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand I love Bene. I will not desire that.

thee. Beut. You have no reason, I do it freely.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is swearing by it. wrong'a.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve or hath wronged Hero ? me, that would right her!

Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Beat. A very even 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: Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.

As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as your cousin; I must say she is dead; and so fareyou ; is not that strange ?

well.

(Exeunt. Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It SCENE II. A Prison. Enter DogberRY, VERwere as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so

GES,'3 and Sexton, in gowns : and the Watch, well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not;

with CONRADE and Borachio. I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing : -I am sorry for my cousin.

Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton !
Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Serton. Which be the malefactors ?
Brne. I will swear by it that you love me; and Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.
I will make him eat it, that says I love not you. Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibi-
Beat. Will you not eat your word ?

tion to examine.14
Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: Serton, But which are the offenders that are to
I protest I love thee.

be examined ? let them come before master conBeat. Why then, God forgive me !

stable. Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ?

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.

What is your name, friend? I i. e. raise to the highest pitch.

? Upon the occusion of his words she died: bis words 8 Delude her with false expectations. were the cause of her death.

9 Countie was the ancient term for a count or earl. 3 The liver was anciently supposed to be the seat of love. 10 A specious nobleman made out of sugar. 4 Intimacy.

11 Ceremonies. 5 This is one of Shakspeare's subtle observations 12 Trim seems here to signify apt, fair spoken. upon life. Men, overpowered with distress, eagerly Tongue used in the singular, and trim ones in the plural, listen in the first offers of relief, close with every scheme, is a mode of construction not uncommon in Shakspeare and believe every promise. He that has no longer any 13 Throughout this scene the names of Kempe and confidence in himself is glad to repose his trust in any Courley, iwo celebrated actors of the time, are put for other that will undertake to guide him.

Dogberry and Verges in the old editions. 6 i. e. 'I am in reality absent, for my heart is gone 14 This is a blunder of the constable's, for examinafrom you, I remain in person before you.'

tion to exhibit.?. In the last scene of the third act Leo 7 So, in K. Henry VII. : He's a traitor to the height.' nato says: “Take their examination yourself and bring In præcipiti vitium stetil.--JUV. i. 149.

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Bora Borachio.

the law, go to ; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.--Yours, a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath sirrah?

two gowns, and every thing handsome about him :-Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Bring him away. O, thai I had been writ down-. Conrade.

(Ereunl. Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. -Masters, do you serve God ?

ACT V. Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve SCENE I. Before Leonato's House. Enter God :-and write God first ; for God defend but

LEONATO and AntonIO. God should go before such villains !-Masters, it

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; is proved already that you are little better than And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so Against yourself. shortly. How answer you for yourselves ?

Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Which falls into mine ears as profitless Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; As water in a sieve : give not me counsel; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, zirrah ; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. thought you are false knaves.

Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Dogb. Well, stand 'aside.-'Fore God they are And bid him speak of patience; both in a tale : Have you writ down—that they are Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,

And let it answer every strain for strain; Sexton, Master constable, you go not the way to As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, examine ; you must call forth the watch that are in every lineament, branch, shape, and form: their accusers.

If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard : Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest' way ;-Let Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should the watch come forth :-Masters, I charge you, in

groan ;3 the prince's name, accuse these men. i'Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the With candle-wasters ;+ bring him yet to me,

Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk prince's brother, was a villain.

And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Write down-prince John, a villain : - But there is no such man: For, brother, men Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief -villain.

Which they ihemselves not feel; but, tasting it, Bora. Master constable,

Their counsel turns to passion, which before Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like Would give preceptial medicine to rage, thy look, I promise thee.

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Sexton. What heard you him say else?

Charm ach with air, and agony with words : 2 Walch. Marry, that he had received a thousand No,

no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero To those that wring under the load of sorrow • wrongfully.

But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.

To be so moral, when he shall endure Verg. Yea, by ihe mass, that it is.

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Serton. What else, fellow?

My griefs cry louder than advertisement, 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ, eis words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assem

Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and ply, and viot marry her.

blood; 'Dogl J villain! thou wilt be condemned into For there was never yet philosopher, sverlasting redemption for this.

That could endure the tooth-ach patiently Seston, What else?

However they have writ the style of gods, 2 Watch. This is all,

And made a push at chance and sufferance. Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen Make those, that do offend you, sutter away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this

Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I wl.. very manner refused, and upon the grief of this suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men be My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied, bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince and show him their examination.

(Exit. And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

Enter Don PEDRO and Claudio.
Verg. Let them b in the bands-
Con. Off, coxcomb!

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton? 'let D. Pedro. Good den, good den. him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb.- Claud.

Good day to both of you. Come, bind them: Thou naughty varlet.

Leon. Hear you, my lords,Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you well, thou not suspect my years 1-0 that he were here

my lord :to write me down-an ass !—but, masters, remem- Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one. ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old down, yet forget not that I am an ass:--No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling, hee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, Some of us would lie low. which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a Claud.

Who wrongs him? nouseholder: and, which is more, as pretty a piece Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissenof flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that knows bler, thou:

Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

I fear thee not. 1 i, e. the quickest way.

Claud. 2 In the old copy this passage stands thus : Sexton.

Marry, beshrew my hand, Let them be in the hands of Coxcomb.'

3 The folio reads, “ And sorrow, wagge, cry hem, &c. 5 That is, 'than admonition, than moral instruction.'

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If it should give your age such cause of fear;, Claud. Now, signior! what nows?
In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Bene. Good day, my lord.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me: D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

come to part almost a fray. As, under privilege of age, to brag

Claud. We had like to have had our two noses
What I have done being young, or what would do, snapped off with two old men without teeth.
Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st
Thou hast so wrongd mine innocent child and me, thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been
That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

too young for them.
And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour
Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

I came to seek you both. I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child;

Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; Thy slander hath gone through and through her for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain heart,

have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ? And she lies buried with her ancestors :

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 ? Save this of her's fram'd by thy villany.

Claud. Never any did so, though very many have Claud. My villany!

been beside their wit.— I will bid thee draw, as we do Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine I say, the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks Leon,

My lord, my lord. pale :- Art thou sick, or angry?
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;

Claud. What! courage, man! What though care
Despite his nice fence, and his active practice,' killed a cat, thou hast mettie enough in thee to kill
His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.

Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an Leon. Canst thou so daff? me ? Thou hast killa you charge it against me :- pray you, choose my child;

another subject.
If thou, kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this

Ant. He shall kill iwo of us, and men indeed : last was broke cross."
But that's no matter; let him kill one first ;- D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and
Win me and wear me, let him answer me, more; I think, he be angry indeed.
Come, follow me, boy; como, boy, follow me :3 Claud. If he be, ho knows how to turn his gir-
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence ; dle.
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?
Leon. Brother,-

Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my Bene. You are a villain ;-1 jest not; I will niece;

make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; when you dare: -Do me right, or I will protest That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and As I dare take a serpent by the tongue;

her death shall fall heavy on you : Let me hear Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops !-Leon.

Brother Antony,- Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good
Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know cheer.
them, yea,

D. Pedro. What, a feast ? a feast ?
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Claud. l'faith, I thank him; he hath bid!' me 10
Scambling,' out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, a calf's head and a capon; the which if I do not
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught.-
Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, Shall I not find a woodcocks too.
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst,

D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy
And this is all.

wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit: Leon. But, brother Antony,

True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, a great Ant.

Come, 'tis no matter; wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.

I, a good wit : Just; said she, it hurts nobody : Nay, D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake' said I, the gentleman is wise ; Certain, said she, a your patience.

wise gentleman :'3 Nay, said I, he hath the tongues : My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing on Monday night, which he foreswore on Tuesday But what was true, and very full of proof.

morning ; there's a double tongue ; there's two tongues. Leon. My lord, my lord,

Thus, did she, an hour together, transshape thy D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. particular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with Leon.

No ? a sigh, thou wast the properest marr in Italy. Come, brother, away :--I will be heard ;

Claud. For the which she wept heartilv, and Ant.

And shall, said, she cared not. Or some of us will smart for it.

D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all (Exeunt Leonato and ANTONIO. that, and if she did not hate him deadly, she would Enter BENEDICK.

love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we

strels draw the bows of their fiddles, merely to piease went to seek.

9 The allusion is to tilting. See note, As You Like

It, Act iii. Sc. 4. i Skill in fencing.

10 There is a proverbial phrase, 'If he be angry let 2 This is only a corrupe form of doff, to do off or put him turn the buckle of his girdle. Mr. Holt White says, off.

• Large belts were worn with the buckle before, but for 3 The folio reads

wrestling the buckle was turned behind, to give the ad-Come, sir boy, como follow me.

versary a fairer grasp at the girdle. To turn the buckle 4 Thrusting.

behind was therefore a challenge.' 5 Scambling appears to have been much the same as 11 Invited. scrambling; shifting or shufilmg.

12 A woodcock, being supposed to have no brains, 6 i. e. what in King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6, is called- was a common phrase for a foolish fellow. It means .- a horrid suit of the camp.'

hero one caught in a springe or trap, alluding to the plot 7 1. e. rouse, stir up, convert your patience into an against Benedick. er, by remaining longer in your presence.

13 Wise gentleman was probably used ironically for 8' will bid thee draw thy sword, as we bid the min-a silly fellow; as we still say a wise-acse.

from you.

us.'

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