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As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd,

Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spokeit but according to Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, the trick. If you will hang me for it, you may, but I had And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

rather it would please you, I might be whipp'd. Ang. I am sorry, that such sorrow I procure:

Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after ! And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,

Proclaim it, provost, round about the city: That I crave death more willingly, than mercy : If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, 'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

(As I have heard him swear himself, there's one Re-enter Provost, BARNARDINE, Claudio, and Juliet. Whom he begot with child, ) let her appear, Duke. Which is that Barnardine?

And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d, Prov. This, my lord.

Let him be whipp'd and hang'd! Duke. There was a friar told me of this man: Lucio.I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,

whore! Your highness said even now, I made you a That apprehends no further than this world, duke; good my lord, do not recompense mein making, And squar'st thy life according. Thou’rt condemn’d; me a cuckold. But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;

Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. And pray thee, take this mercy to provide

Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal
For better times to come! -Friar, advise him; Remit thy other forfeits. – Take him to prison;
I leave him to your hand.-What muffled fellow'sthat? And see our pleasure herein executed.

Prov. This is another prisoner, that I say’d, Lucio. Marrying a punk,my lord, is pressing to death,
That should have died, when Claudio lost his hcad, whipping, and hanging.
As like almost to Claudio, as himself.

Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it.

[Unmuffles Claudio. She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore. Duke. If he be like your brother, [To Isabella.] for Joy to you, Mariana !-love her, Angelo; his sake

I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,

Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness! Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, There's more behind, that is more gratulate.Heis my brother too. But fitter time for that. Thanks, provost, for thy care, and secrecy; By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe;

We shall employ thee in a worthier place :Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye:

Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:

The head of Ragozine for Claudio's! Look, that you love your wife; her worth,worth yours. The offence pardons itself.—Dear Isabel, I find an apt remission in myself:

I have a motion much imports your good; And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ;- Whereto, if you'll a willing ear incline, You, sirrah, [ To Lucio. ] that knew me for a fool, a What's mine, is yours, and what is yours, is mine : coward,

So bring us to our palace; where we'll show One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;

What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know. Wherein have I so deserved of you,

(Exeunt. That you extol me thus?


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Don Pedro, prince of Arragon.

DOGBERRY, Don Joux, his bastard brother.


} two foolish officers. Claudio, a young lord of Florence, favourite to Don A Sexton. Pedro.

A Friar. Benedick, a young lord of Padua, favourite likewise A Boy. of Don Pedro.

Hero, daugther to Leonato. Leonato, governor of Messina.

BEATRICE, niece to Leonato. Antonio, his brother.


gentlewomen attending on Hero. . BALTHAZAR, servant to Don Pedro.


Messengers, Watch, and Attendants. CONRADE, } followers of Don John

SCENE, Messina.

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Mess. He is very near by this; he was not three

leagnes off, when I left him. SCENE 1.- Before Leonato's house. Enter Leonato, Hero, Beatrice, and others with a action?

Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this Messenger.

Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name. Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arra- Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the ansiever gon comes this night to Messina.

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dro hath bestowed much honour on a young Floren-| Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady. tive, called Claudio.

Beat. Do, good friend. Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally re- Leon. You will never run mad, niece. membered by Don Pedro : he hath borne himself be- Beat. No, not till a hot January. yond the promise of his age; doing, in the figure of a Mess Don Pedro is approached. lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bet- Enter Don Pedro, attended by BALTHAZAR and others, tered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell Don Jonn, CLAUDIO, and Benedick.

D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come to Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina, will be very meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to avoid much glad of it.

cost, and you encounter it. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeappears much joy in him; even so much,that joy could ness of your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort not show itself modest enough without a badge of should remain; but, when you depart from me, sorrow bitterness.

abides, and happiness takes his leave. Leon. Did he break out into tears?

D. Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly.Mess. In great measure.

I think, this is your daugther. Leon. A kind overflow of kindness! There are no Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so. faces truer than those that are so washed. How much Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her ? better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping! Leon.Signior Benedick,no; for then were you a child.

Beat. I pray you, is signior Montauto returned from D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick : we may guess the wars, or no?

by this what you are, being a man. Truly, the lady Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was fathers herself: be happy, larły! for you are like none such in the army of any sort.

an honourable father. Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece?

Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would not Hero. My cousin means signior Benedick of Padua. have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina, as Mess. O, he is returned; and

as pleasant as ever he was. like him as she is. Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and chal-| Beat. I wonder, that you will still be talking, signior lenged Cupid at the flight: and my uncle's fool, read- Benedick; no body marks you. ing

the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challen- Bene. What,my dear lady Disdain!are you yet living ? ged him at the bird-bolt.-I pray you, how many hath Beat. Is it possible, disdain should die, while she he killed and eaten in these wars? But how many hath he hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick? killed ? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing. Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in

Leon.Faith, niece, you tax signior Benedick too much; her presence. but he'll be meet with you, I doubt it not.

Bene. Thenis courtesy a turn-coat. — But it is cerMess.He hath done good service, lady, in these wars. tain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat I would I could find in my heart, that I had not a hard it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an ex- heart; for truly, I love none. cellent stomach.

Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would else Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.

have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank Beat. And a good soldier to a lady. – But what is he God, and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that; to a lord ?

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with swear he loves me. all honourable virtues.

Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so Beat. It is so indeed ; he is no less than a stuffed man: some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate but for the stuffing!-Well, we are all mortal. scratched face.

Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there is Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her; such a face as your's were. they never meet, but there is a skirmish of wit between Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. them.

Beat. A bird of my tongue is better, than a beast of Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last con- yours. flict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your the whole man governed with one : so that if he have tongue; and so good a continuer. But keep your way wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a o'God's name; I have done. difference between himself and his horse; for it is all Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know you the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable of old. creature.-Who is his companion now? He hath every D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato, — signior month a new sworn brother.

Claudio, and signior Benedick,—my dear friend LeoMess. Is it possible?

nato hath invited you all. I tell him, we shall stay here Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as at the least a month; and he heartily prays, some octhe fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next casion may detain us longer: I dare swear he is no hyblock.

pocrite, but prays from his heart. Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books. Leon. If you swear,my lord, you shall not be forsworn. Beat. No: an he were, I would burn my study. But, -Let me bid you welcome, my lord; being reconciled I pray you, who is his companion ? Is there no young to the prince your brother, I owe you all duty. squarer now, that will make a voyage with him to the D. John. I thank you: I am not of many words, but devil ? Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Claudio.

D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato! we will go together. Beat. O Lord! he will hang upon him like a disease:

(Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio. he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daugther of runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! it signior Leonato ? he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thou-| Bene. I noted her not; but I looked on her. sand pound, ere he be cured.

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Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should to trust none; and the fine is, (for the which I may go do, for my simple true judgment; or would you have the finer,) I will live a bachelor. me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant D. Pedro.I shall see thee,ere I die,look pale with love. to their sex?

Bene. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my Claud. No, I pray thee, speakin sober judgment. lord; not with love: prove, that ever llose more blood Bene.Why, i’faith, methinks she is too low for a high with love, than I will get again with drinking, pick out praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen,and hang me up at great praise. Only this commendation I can afford her, the door of a brothel-house,for the sign of blind Cupid. that, were she other than sheis, she were unhandsome; D. Pedro. Well, if everthou dost fall from this faith, and being no other but as she is, I do not like her. thon wilt prove a notable argunient.

Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport; I pray thee, tell Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot me truly how thou likest her.

at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped on the Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after her? shoulder, and called Adam. Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel ?

D. Pedro. Well, as time shall try: Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you in time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. this with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack, Bene. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible to tell us, Cupid is a good hare-finder,and Vulcan a rare Benedick bearit, pluck off the bull's horns, and set them carpenter ? Come, in what key shall a man take you, to iu my forehead: and let me be vilely painted ; and in go in the song ?

such great letters as they write, Here is good horse to Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that ever hire, let them signify under my sign, Here you may I looked on.

see Benedick the married man. Bene. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no Claud. If this should ever happen, thou would'st be such matter. There's her cousin, an she were not pos- horn-mad. sessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty, as D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver the first of May doth the last of December. But I hope, in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. you have no intent to turn husband; have you? Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

Claud.I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn D. Pedro. Well, you will temporize with the hours. the contrary, if Hero would be my wife.

In the mean time, good signior Benedick, repair to Bene. Is it come to this, i'faith? Kath not the world Leonato's; commend me to him, and tell him, I will one man, but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall not fail him at supper; for, indeed, he hath made great I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Go to, preparation. i'faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neckinto a yoke, Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such an wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. Look, Don embassage; and so I commit youPedro is returned to seek you.

Claud. To the tuition of God; from my house, (if

I had it)-
Re-enter Don Pedro.

D. Pedro. The sixth of July: your loving friend, BeD. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that you nedick. followed not to Leonato's?

Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not! The body of your Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me to tell. discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the D. Pedro. Icharge thee on thy allegiance.

guards are but slightly basted on neither: ere you fout Bene. You hear, count Claudio : I can be secret as a old ends any further, examine your conscience; and so dumb man, I would have you think so; but on my alle- I leave you.

(Exit Benedick. giance, -mark you this, on my allegiance :-He is in Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me good. love. With who?—now that is your grace's part.-D. Pedro. My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how, Mark,how short his answer is:-With Hero,Leonato's And thou shalt see, how apt it is to learn short daughter.

Any hard lesson that may do thee good. Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ? Brue. Like the old tale, my lord : it is not so, nor D. Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir: 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so ! Dost thou afl'ect her, Claudio ? Claud. If my passion change not shortly, God for- Claud.

O, my lord, bid it should be otherwise.

When you went onward on this ended action,
D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady is very I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,
well worthy.

That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand
Claud. You speak this to fetch mein, my lord. Than to drive liking to the name of love:
D. Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought. But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Claud. And, in faith, my lord, I spoke mine. Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
spoke mine.

All prompting me, how fair young Hero is,
Claud. That I love her, I feel.

Saying, Dik'd her, ere I went to wars. D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know.

D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, Bene. That I neither feel, how she should be loved, nor And tire the hearer with a book of words: know, how she should be worthy,is the opinion that fire If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the stake. And I will break with her, and with her father,

D. Pedro. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in And thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end, the despite of beauty.

That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? Claud. And never could maintain his part, but in the Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love, force of his will.

That know love's grief by his complexion ! Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her ; that But lest my liking might too sudden seem, she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble I would have salv’d it with a longer treatise. thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than forehead, or hang my bagle in an invisible baldrick, all the flood? women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them The fairest grant is the necessity: the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st;


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time, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me. I know, we shall have revelling to-night;

Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? I will assume thy part in some disguise,

D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only.-Who And tell fair Hero, I am Claudio;

comes here? What news, Borachio ? Andin her bosom I'll unclasp my heart,

Enter BORACHTO. And take her hearing prisoner with the force

Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the prince, And strong encounter of my amorous tale:

your brother, is royally entertained by Leonato; and Then, after, to her father will I break;

I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage. And, the conclusion is :she shall be thine.

D. John. Willit serve for any model to build mischief In practice let us put it presently.

[Exeunt. on? What is hc for a fool, that betroths himself to

unquietness ? SCENE II.- Aroom in Leonato's house. Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. Enter LEONATO and Antonio.

D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ?
Leon. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, your Bora. Even he.
son ? Hath he provided this music?

D. John. A proper squire! And who, and who ? which
Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can way looks he?
tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of. Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daugther and heir of
Leon. Are they good ?

Ant. As the event stamps them ; but they have a good D. John. A very forward March-chick! How came
cover, they show well outward. The prince and count you to this?
Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in my or- Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer,as I was smok-
chard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine : ing a musty room, comes me the prince and Claudio,
the prince discovered to Claudio, that he loved my hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt me behind the
niece, your daugther,and meant to acknowledge it this arras; and there heard it agreed upon, that the prince
night in a dance; and if he found her accordant, he should wooHero for himself,and, having obtained her,
meant to take the present time by the top,and instantly give her to count Claudio.
break with you of it.

D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may prove Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? food to my displeasure: that young start-up hath all Ani. A good sharp fellow : I will send for him, and the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any way, question him yourself.

I bless myself every way: you are both sure, and will Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till it ap- assist me? pear itself:- but I will acquaint my daugther withal, Con. To the death, my lord. that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if D. John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is peradventure this be true. Go you, and tell her of it. the greater, that I am subdued.'Would the cook were (Several persons cross the stage.] Cousins, you know of my mind! — Shall we go prove what's to be done? what


have to do. O, I cry you mercy, friend; Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt. you go

with me, and I will use your skill. Good cousins, have a care this busy time! (Exeunt.

SCENE III.- Another room in Leonato's house.

SCENE I.-A hall in Leonato's house.
Enter Don John and Conrade.

Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and others.
Con. What the goujere, my lord! why are you thus Leon. Was not count John here at supper?
out of measure sad?

Ant. I saw him not.
D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can
breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit. see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after.
Con. You should hear reason.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.
D. John. And, when I have heard it, what blessing Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made just
bringeth it?

in the mid-way between him and Benedick: the one is Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance. too like an image, and says nothing; and the other, D. John. I wonder, that thou, being (as thou say'st too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling. thou art)born under Saturn,goest about to apply a mo- Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongucin count ral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide John's mouth, and half count John's melancholy in siwhat I am: I must be sad, when I have cause, and smile gnior Benedick's no man's jests; eat, when I have stomach, and wait Beat. With a good.leg, and a good foot, uncle, and for no man's leisure; sleep, when I am drowsy, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any tend to no man's business; laugh, when I am merry, woman in the world, --if he could get her good will. and claw no man in his humour.

Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a Con. Yea, but you must not make the full show of husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. this, till you may do it without controlment. You have Ant. In faith, she is too curst. of late stood out against your brother, and he hath Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is impossible God's sending that way:forit is said, God sends a curst you should take true root, but by the fair weather that cow short horns; but to a cow too curst he sends none. you make yourself: it is needful that you frame the Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you no season for your own harvest.

horns. D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the which rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be dis- blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and daia'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love evening; Lord! I could not endure a husband with a from any. In this, though I cannot be said to be a flat-beard on his face; I had rather lie in the woollen. tering honest man, it must not be denied, that I am a Leon. You may light upon a husband that hath no plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, and beard." enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decrced not Beat. What should I do with him? dress him in my to sing in my cage: If I had my month, I would bite; if apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He, I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean that hath a beard, is more than a youth; and he, that


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hath no beard, is less than a man: and he, that is more Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered. than a youth,is not for me;and he,that is less than a man, Urs. I know you

well enough; you are signior AnI am not for him. Therefore I will even take sixpence tonio. in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell. Ant. At a word, I am not. Leon. Well then, go you into hell !

Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the devil Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, Urs. You could never do hrim so ill-well, unless you and say,

Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to were the very man. Here's his dry hand up and down; heaven; here's no place for you maids ! So deliver I up you are he, you are he! my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens : hel Ant. Ata word, I am not. shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know you by merry as the day is long.

your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to,mum, Ant. Well, niece, (To Hero.] I trust you will be you are he: graces will appear, and there's an end. ruled by your father.

Beat. Will you uot tell me, who told you so ?:. Beat. Yes, faith;'tis my cousin's duty to make cour- Bene. No, you shall pardon me. tesy, and say, Father, as it please you :- but yet for Beat. Nor will you not tell me, who you are

re? all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else Bene. Not now. make another courtesy,and say, Father,asit please me. Beat. That I was disdainful, -and that I had my good

Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ; well, this was with a husband.

signior Benedick that said so. Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal Bene. What's he? than earth. Would it not grievea woman to be over- Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. mastered with a piece of valiaut dust ? to make an ac- Bene. Not I, believe me. count of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, Beat. Did he never make you laugh? I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren ; and truly, I Bene. I pray you, what is he? hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool; Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you: if the only his gift is in devising impossible slanders : none prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your but libertines delight in him; and the commendation

is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for he both pleaBeat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you seth men and angers them, and then they laugh at him, be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too impor- and beat him: I am sure he is in the fleet; I would he tant, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and so had boarded me. dance out the answer. For hear me, Hero ; wooing, Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, you say. and a cinquc-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Beat. Dr, do: he'll but break a comparison or two Scotch jig, and fullas fantastical; the wedding, man- on me; which,peradventure, not marked, or not laughnerly-modest, as a measure full of state and ancien- ed at, strikes him into melancholy; and then there's try; and then comes repentance, and, with his bad a partridge's wing saved, for the fool will cat no supper legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he that night. [ Music within.) We must follow the leadsink into his grave.

Bene. In every good thing. Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. Beat.Nay,if they lead to any ill,I will leave them at the Beat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by next turning. (Dance; then exeunt all but Don John, day-light.

Borachio, and Claudio. Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, make D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and good room!

hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it: Enter Don Pedko, Claudio, BexeDICK , BALTIAZAR; the ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. Don Joux, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and others, Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his bearing. masked.

D. John. Are not you signior Benedick? D.Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your friend? Claud. You know me well ; I am he. Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, especially, when love: he is enamoured on lero; I pray yon, dissuade I

him from her, she is no equal for his birth: you may do D. Pedro. With me in your company ?

the part of an honest mau in it. Hero. I may say so, when I please.

Claud. How know you he loves her? D). Pedro. And when please you to say

D. John. I heard him swear his allection. Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, the Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry her lute should be like the case!

to-night. D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the D. John. Come, let us to the banquet! house is Jove.

(Exeunt Don John and Borachio. Herg. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. Claud. Thus answer Iin name of Benedick, D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.

(Takes her aside. 'Tis certain so ;-the priuce wooes for himself. Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Murg. So would not I, for your own sake; for I have Save in the oflice and affairs of love: many ill qnalities.

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; Bene. Which is one?

Let every eye negotiate for itself, Dlarg. I say my prayers aloud.

And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may cry, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. Amen.

This is an accident of hourly proof, Marg. God match me with a good dancer !

Which I mistrusted not: farewell, therefore, Hero! Balth. Amen.

Re-enter BENEDICK. Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when the Bene. Count Claudio ? dance is done!-Answer, clerk!

Claud. Yea, the same.



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