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will eat no supper that night. [Musick within.) Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of We must follow the leaders.

lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a Bene. In every good thing.

lodge in a warren ; I told him, and, I think, I told Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave him true, that your grace had got the good will of them at the next turning.

this young lady; and I offered him my company to [Dance. Then ereunt all but Don Joux, a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being

BORACHIO, and CLAUDIO. forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, to be whipped. and hath withdrawn her father to break with him D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? about it: The ladies follow her, and but one visor Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; remains.

who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, Bora. And that is Claudio : I know him by his shows it his companion, and he steals it. bearing.

D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression ? D. John. Are not you signior Benedick? The transgression is in the stealer. Claud. You know me well; I am he.

Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod bad D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother been made, and the garland too; for the garland in his love: he is enamour'd on Hero; I pray you, he might have worn himself; and the rod he might dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth : have bestow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stol'n you may do the part of an honest man in it.

his bird's nest. Claud. How know you he loves her ?

D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and reD. John. I heard him' swear his affection.

store them to the owner. Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my her to-night.

faith, you say honestly. D. John. Come, let us to the banquet.

D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to (Ereunt Don Jown and Borachio. you ; the gentleman, that danced with her, told Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, her, she is much wrong'd by you. But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. - Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance of 'Tis certain so ; – the prince wooes for himself. a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, Friendship is constant in all other things, .

would have answer'd her; my very visor began to Save in the office and affairs of love :

assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's Let every eye negotiate for itself,

jester ; that I was duller than a great thaw; buddling And trust no agent : for beauty is a witch,' jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a This is an accident of hourly proof,

whole army shooting at me: She speaks poniards, Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Hero! and every word stabs : if her breath were as terrible

as her terminations, there were no living near her, Re-enter BENEDICK.

she would infect to the north star. I would not Bene. Count Claudio ?

marry her, though she were endowed with all that Claud. Yea, the same.

Adam had left him before he transgressed : she Bene. Come, will you go with me?

would have made Hercules have turned spit; yea, and Claud. Whither?

have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own not of her : you shall find her the infernal Até in business, count? What fashion will you wear the good apparel. I would to God, some scholar would garland of ? About your neck, like an usurer's chain ? conjure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a man or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; and must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your people sin upon purpose, because they would go Hero.

thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perClaud. I wish him joy of her.

turbation follow her. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover ; so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince Re-enter Claudio, Beatrice, Leonato, and Hero. would have served you thus ?

D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. Claud. I pray you, leave me.

Bene. Will your grace command me any service Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send

me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Erit. farthest inch of Asia; bring you the length o Bene. Alas! poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep

Prester John's foot ; fetch you a hair off the gres into sedges. — But, that my lady Beatrice should Cham's beard ; do you any embassage to the Pig know me, and not know me! The prince's fool !-mies, rather than hold three words' conference will Ha, it may be, I go under that title, because I am this harpy : You have no employment for me ? merry. — Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong:

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company I am not so reputed: it is the base, the bitter dis Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not ; position of Beatrice, that puts the world into her cannot endure my lady Tongue.

[En person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be re D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost u venged as I may.

heart of signior Benedick.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while ; ar Re-enter Don PEDRO.

I gave him use for it, a double heart for bis sing D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count; one : marry, once before, he won it of me with fai Did you see him ?

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D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go are put him down.

to church? Brat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, Claud. To-morrow, my lord : Time goes on ist I should prove the mother of fools. I have crutches, till love have all his rites. rought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. · Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too,

to have all things answer any mind. Ciazd Not sad, my lord.

D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long D. Pedro. How then? Sick?

a breathing; but I warrant thee, Claudio, the time Caut. Neither, my lord.

shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, Bat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor undertake one of Hercules' labours ; which is, to miry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an bring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into a Kange, and something of that jealous complexion. mountain of affection, the one with the other. I

D. Pedro. l'faith, lady, I think your blazon to would fain have it a match ; and I doubt not but to de true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistemnceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in ance as I shall give you direction. my name, and fair Hero is won; I have broke with Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me bere father, and his good will obtained : name the ten nights' watchings. day d marriage, and God give thee joy!

Claud. And I, my lord. Ler. Count, take of me my daughter, and with D. Pedro. And you too, gentle, Hero? z by fortunes ; his grace hath made the match, Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to od all grace say Amen to it!

help my cousin to a good husband. Reat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.

D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefulGoud Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I lest husband that I know: thus far can I praise ere bat liale happy, if I could say how much. him ; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour, Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away and confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to azell for you, and dote upon the exchange. humour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with

Beet. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his Benedick : - and I, with your two helps, will so beuth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick

D. Pedrs. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love Bat. Yes, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no keeps on the windy side of care: - My cousin tells longer an archer ; his glory shall be ours, for we are bin in his ear, that he is in her heart.

the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will nd. And so she doth, cousin.

tell you my drift.

(Exeunt. Bert. Good lord, for alliance!—Thus goes every ree to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I SCENE II. - Another Room in Leonato's House. Der sit in a corner, and cry, heigh-ho! for a husband.

Enter Don John and BORACHIO. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

But I would rather have one of your father's D. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? the daughter of Leonato. Toas father got excellent husbands, if a maid could Bora. Yea, my lord, but I can cross it. xone by them.

D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure Best. No, my lord, unless I might have another to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection, a varking-days; your grace is too costly to wear ranges evenly with mine. How canst thou cross every day. But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; this marriage ? I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.

Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to that no dishonesty shall appear in me. be merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, D. John. Show me briefly how. you were born in a merry hour.

Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, Beat. Ne, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd ; but how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the died there was a star danced, and under that was I waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. bort. - Cousins, God give you joy!

D. John. I remember. Lat. Niece, will you look to those things I told Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the Toof?

night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber. Brat. I cry you merey, uncle. - By your grace's window.

[Erit BEATRICE. D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of D. Petrs. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. this marriage?

Laa There's little of the melancholy element Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. in ber, my lord : she is never sad, but when she Go you to the prince your brother ; spare not to keeps; and not ever sad then ; for I have heard my tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in maringat say, she hath often dreamed of unhappi rying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do es, and waked herself with laughing.

you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such D. Pedrs. She cannot endure to hear tell of a a one as Hero. bestand.

D. John. What proof shall I make of that? Lor. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex out of suit.

Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: Look D. Pers. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. you for any other issue ?

Lon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour married, they would talk themselves made

any thing.

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Don D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell them, that

himself? you know that Hero loves me; intend a kind of real Claud. O, very well, my lord: the musick ended, both to the prince and Claudio, as — in love of your We'll fit the kid fox with a pennyworth. brother's honour who hath made this match; and

Enter BALTHAZAR, with musick. his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with the semblance of a maid, that you have dis D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song covered thus. They will scarcely believe this with

again. out trial : offer them instances; which shall bear no Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice less likelihood, than to see me at her chamber-win-To slander musick any more than once. dow; hear me call Margaret, Hero; hear Margaret

D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, term me Borachio; and bring them to see this, the To put a strange face on his own perfection : very night before the intended wedding : for, in the I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. mean time, I will so fashion the matter, that Hero Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing : shall be absent; and there shall appear such seem Since many a wooer doth commence his suit ing truth of Hero's disloyalty, that jealousy shall be To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he wooes ; call'd assurance, and all the preparation overthrown. Yet will he swear, he loves. D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, D. Pedro.

Nay, pray thee, come: I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the working Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument, this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats.

Do it in notes. Bora, Be you constant in the accusation, and my Balth. Note this before my notes, cunning shall not shame me.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. D. John. I will presently go learn their day of D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he marriage.

(Exeunt.

speaks ;

Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! Musick SCENE III.-Leonato's Garden.

Bene. Now, Divine air ! now is his soul ravished Enter BENEDICK and a Boy.

- Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts should hal Bene. Boy,

souls out of men's bodies? Well, a horn for my Boy. Signior.

money, when all's done. Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring

BALTHAZAR sings. it hither to me in the orchard. Boy. I am here already, sir.

I. Bene. I know that; – but I would have thee Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; hence, and here again. (Exit Boy.]—I do much

Men were deceivers ever ; wonder, that one man, seeing how much another

One foot in sea, and one on skore ; man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to

To one thing constant never : love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow fol

Then sigh not so, lies in others, become the argument of his own

But let them go, scorn, by falling in love: And such a man is

And be you dlithe and bonny ; Claudio. I have known, when there was no musick

Converting all your sounds of woe with him but the drum and fife; and now had he

Into, Hey nonny, nonny. rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known,

II. when he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake,

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was

Of dumps so dull and heavy : wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an

The fraud of men was ever so, honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turn'd

Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so, &c. orthographer ; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. converted, and see with these eyes ? I cannot tell ; Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may trans Claud. Ha ? no; no, faith ; thou singest we form me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath on it, enough for a shift. till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never Bene. [Aside.) An he had been a dog, that shou make me such a fool. One woman is fair; yet I have howled thus, they would have hanged him: an am well : another is wise; yet I am well: another I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief! I ba virtuous; yet I am well : but till all graces be in as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plagı one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. could have come after it. Rich, she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; D. Pedro. Yea, marry; [to Claudio.) - De virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll thou hear, Balthazar ? I pray thee, get us some ei never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, cellent musick; for to-morrow night we would has or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excel it at the lady Hero's chamber-window. lent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it Balth. The best I can, my lord. please God. Ha! the prince and monsieur Love ! D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. (Exeunt BALIK I will hide me in the arbour. (Withdraws. zar and musick.) Come hither, Leonato: What so

it you told me of to-day? that your niece Beatri Enter Don PEDRO, LEONATO, and CLAUDIO.

was in love with signior Benedick ? D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this musick ? Claud. O, ay :

Stalk on, stalk on: the fou Claud. Yea, my good lord;- How still the even- sits. [Aside to Pedro.] I did never think that la ing is,

would have loved any man. As bush'd on purpose to grace harmony !

Leon. No, nor I neither ; but most wonderful

At the should so dote on signior Benedick, whom Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating the bath in all outward behaviours seemed ever to in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that

blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I Bere. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner? have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

[Aside. D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what on me; I would have daff*d all other respects, and

think of it; but that she loves him with an en- made her half myself: I pray you, tell Benedick of raged affection, it is past the infinite of thought. it, and hear what he will say. D. Pedr. May be, she doth but counterfeit. Leon. Were it good, think you ? Claud. 'Faith, like enough.

Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die ; for she Leon. O God! counterfeit! There never was says, she will die if he love ber not; and she will counterfeit of passion came so near the life of pas- die ere she makes her love known: and she will die don, as she discovers it.

if he woo her, rather than she will 'bate one breadth D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? of her accustomed crossness. Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite. D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make

(Aside. tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it : for Lex. What effects, my lord! She will sit you, the man, as you know all, bath a contemptible spirit. Fon beard my daughter tell you how.

Claud. He is a very proper man. Cland. She did, indeed.

D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward hapD. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze piness. De: I would have thought her spirit had been in Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. rincible against all assaults of affection.

D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks Loon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; that are like wit. especially against Benedick.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant. Bese. (Aside. I should think this a gull, but D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you : and in the that that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for chrot, sure, hide itself in such reverence.

either he avoids them with great discretion, or Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it up. undertakes them with a most Christian-like fear.

[Aside. Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to keep peace; if he break the peace, he ought to Benetiek

enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. Leor. No; and swears she never will : that's D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth her torment.

fear God, howsoever it seems not in lim, by some Cand. 'Tis true, indeed ; so your daughter says : large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for

I, says she, that have so oft encountered him your niece : Shall we go see Benedick, and tell him scorn, write to him that I love him?

of her love? Lor This says she now when she is beginning Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it ta write to him: for she'll be up twenty times à out with good counsel. right: and there will she sit in her smock, till she Leon. Nay, that's impossible ; she may wear her have writ a sheet of paper :- my daughter tells us heart out first. all

D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your Cand. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re daughter : let it cool the while. I love Benedick member a pretty jest your daughter told us of. well: and I could wish he would modestly examine

Leat0! - When she had writ it, and was himself to see how much he is unworthy' so good a reading it orer, she found Benedick and Beatrice lady. between the sheet?

Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. Cland. That.

Claud. If he do not dont on her upon this, I lor 01 she tore the letter into a thousand will never trust my expectation.

| Aside. lall-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for imrades to write to one that she knew would fout her: and that must your daughter, and her gentleber: I measure him, says she, by my own spirit ; woman carry. The sport will be, when they hold

I teld flout him, if he writ to me ; yea, though one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such Ila kin, I should

matter; that's the scene that I would see, which Cand. Then down upon her knees she falls, will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to ren, sota, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, call him in to dinner.

[Aside. curses;- steet Benedick! God give me patience! [Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and LEONATO.

Lon. She doth indeed; my daughter says so: and the ecstacy fath so much overborne her, that

BENEDICK advances from the arbour. my daughter is sometime afraid she will do a des Bene. This can be no trick : Tlie conference was perate outrage to herself; It is very true.

sadly borne. They have the truth of this from D. Petro. It were good, that Benedick knew of Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her a by some other, if she will not discover it. affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it

Cimed. To what end? He would but make a must be requited. I hear how I am censured : an of it, and torment the poor lady worse. they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive

D. Pedrs. An he shonld, it were an alms to the love come from her ; they say too, that she will harz him : She's an ercellent sweet lady; and, out rather die than give any sign of affection. – I did Chlsesspicion, she is virtuous.

never think to marry - I must not seem proud :Clasd. And she is exceeding wise.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and D. Pedrs. It every thing, but is loving Bere can put them to mending. They say, the lady is

fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness : and

virtuous 'tis so, I cannot reprove it ; and wise Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. but for loving me:

By my troth, it is no addition Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, to her wit; — nor no great argument of her folly, than you take pains to thank me; if it had been for I will be horribly in love with her. — I may painful, I would not have come. chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit Bene. You take pleasure in the message ? broken on me, because I have railed so long against Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a marriage: But doth not the appetite alter ? A man knife's point, and choke a daw withal : You have loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure no stomach, signior; fare you well. [Erit. in his age : Shall quips, and sentences, and these * Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the

come to dinner

there's a double meaning in diat. career of his humour ? No: The world must be I toore no more pains for those thanks, than you look peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I pains to thank me - that's as much as to say, Any did not think I should live till I were married. pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks : - If Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady: I do not take pity of her, I am a villain ; if I do I do spy some marks of love in her.

not love her, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture.

(Exit. Enter BEATRICE. Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in to dinner,

ACT III.

SCENE I. Leonato's Garden.

Urs.

But are you sure,

That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?
Enter Hero, MARGARET, and URSULA.

Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour ;

lord. There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice

Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam? Proposing with the Prince and Claudio :

Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it: Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula

But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse To wish him wrestle with affection,
Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us; And never to let Beatrice know of it.
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,

Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,

Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed, Forbid the sun to enter ; — like favourites,

As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ? Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve Against that power that bred it: there will she As much as may be yielded to a man : hide her,

But nature never fram'd a woman's heart To listen our propose : This is thy office,

Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice : Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.

Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, pre Misprising what they look on; and her wit sently.

[Erit. Values itself so highly, that to her Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, All matter else seems weak: she cannot love, As we do trace this alley up and down,

Nor take no shape nor project of affection, Our talk must only be of Benedick:

She is so self-endeared. When I do name him, let it be thy part

Urs.

Sure, I think so; To praise him more than ever man did merit : And therefore, certainly, it were not good My talk to thee must be, how Benedick

She knew his love, lest she make sport at it. Is sick in love with Beatrice : Of this matter

Hero. Why, you speak truth : I never yet saw Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made,

man, That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin ; How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featurd,

But she would spell him backward : if fair-faced, Enter BEATRICE, behind.

She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister ; For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick, Close by the ground, to hear our conference. Male a foul blot : if tall, a lance ill-headed;

Urs. The pleasant's angling is to see the fish If low, an agate very vilely cut : Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,

If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds; And greedily devour the treacherous bait :

If silent, why, a block moved with none. So angle we for Beatrice ; who even now

So turns she every man the wrong side out; Is couched in the woodbine coverture :

And never gives to truth and virtue, that Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

Which simpleness and merit purchaseth, Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. nothing

Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all fashions, Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it. - As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable :

[They advance to the bower. But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;

She'd mock me into air; O, she would laugh me I know, her spirits are as coy and wild

Out of myself, press me to death with wit. As haggards of the rock.

Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,

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