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Mel. He hath done good service, Lady, in these

Beat. You had musty victuals, and he hath holp to eat it; he's a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an excellent stomach.

Mel. And a good soldier too, Lady.

Beat. And a good soldier to a lady? but what is he to a lord

Mel. A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stufft with all honourable virtues.

Beat. It is so indeed : (2) he is no less than a ftufft man: but for the stuffing, --well, we are all mortal.

Leon. You must not, Sir, mistake my Niece ; there is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick and her ; they never meet, but there's a skirmith of wit between them.

Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our laft conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man govern'd with one: So that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion now i he hath every month a new sworn brother,

Mel. Is it possible?

Beat. Very easily possible ; he wears his faith but as the falhion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block.

Mel. I fee, Lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

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he is no less than a Pufft man : but for the Stuffing well, we are all mortal.] Thus has this Paffage been all along Rop'd, from the very firft Edition downwards. If any of the Editors could extract Sense from this pointing, their Sagacity is a Pitch above mine. I believe, by my Regulation, I have retrieved the Poet's true Meaning. Our Poet seems to use the Word Stuffing here much as Plautus does in his Moffellaria ; Act 1. SC: 3.

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Beat. No; an he were, I would burn my Study. But, I pray you, who is his companion ? is there no young fquarer now, that will make a voyage with him to the devil ?

Mes. He is most in the company of the right noble Ylaudio.

Bear. O lord, he will hang upon him like a disease ; he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio, if he have caught the Benedick ; it will cost him a thousand pounds ere he be cur'd.

Mell. I will hold friends with you, Lady.
Brat. Do, good friend.
Leon. You'll ne'er run mad, Niece.
Beat. No, not till a hot January.
Mel. Don Pedro is approach'd.

Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar and

Don John.

Pedro. Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble : the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness ofy

your Grace ; for trouble being gone, comfort Phould remain; but when you depart from me, forrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.

Pedio. You embrace your charge too willingly : I think, this is your daughter,

Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so.
Bene. Were you in doubt, Sir, that you askt her?

Leon. Signior Benedick, no ; for then were you a child.

Pedro. You have it full, Benedick; we may guess by this what you are, being a man ;. truly, the lady fathers herself; be happy, lady, for you are like an honourable father.

Beat. 'If Signior Leonato be her Father, she would not have his head on her shoulders for all Mefina, as like him as she is.

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Beat. I wonder, that you will still be talking, Signior Benedi£t ; no body marks you.

Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living?

Beat. Is it possible, Disdain Mould die, while she hath such meet food to feed it, as Signior Benedick ? Courtesy itself must convert to Disdain, if you come in her presence.

Beat. Then is courtesy a turn-coat ; but it is certain, I am lov’d of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none.

Beat. A dear happiness to women; they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that ; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind ! fo fome gentleman or other shall escape a predeitinate scratcht face.

Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.

Bene.' Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

Bene. I would, my horfe had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer; but keep your way o' God's name, I have done.

Beat. You always end with a jade's trick ; I know

Pedro. This is the sum of all : Leonato, Signior Claudio, and Signior Benedick, my dear friend Leainato hath invited you all; I tell him, we shall ttay here at the least a month; and he heartily prays, fome occafion may detain us longer: I dare swear, he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.

Leon. If you swear, my Lord, you shall not be forfworn. Let me bid you welcome, my lord, being reconciled to the prince your brother ; I owe you all duty.

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John. I thank you ; I am not of many words, but I

thank you.

Leon. Please it your Grace lead on?
Pedro. Your hand, Leonato ; we will go together.

[Exeunt all but Benedick and Claudio. Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Siggior Leonato ?

Bene. I noted her not, but I look'd on her.
Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?

Bene. Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for my fimple true judgment ? or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex ?

Claud. No, I prythee, speak in sober judgment.

Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks, she is too low for an high praise, too brown for a fair praife, and too little for a great praise ; only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she is, fhe were unhandsome ; and being no other but as she is, I do not like her.

Claud. Thou think't I am in sport ; I pray thee, tell me truly how thou lik’ft her.

Bene. Would you buy her, that you enquire after her ?

Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel ?

Bere. Yea, and a case to put it into ; but speak you this with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack, to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare carpenter? come, in what key fhall a man take you wo go in the Song?

Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that I ever look'd on.

Bene. I can see yet without fpectacles, and I see no fuch matter ; there's her Cousin, if she were not posseft with such a Fury, exceeds her as much in beauty, as the firit of May doth the last of December : but I hope, you have no intent to turn husband, have you?

Claud. I would scarce trust myself, tho? I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be iny wife.

Bene, Is't come to this, in faith i hath not the world

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one man, but he will wear his cap with fufpicion ; fhall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? go to, i'faith, if thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and figh away Sundays : look, Don Pedro is return'd to seek

you.
Re-enter Don Pedro and Don John.
Pedro. What secret hath held "you here, that you fol-
low'd not to Leonato's house?

Bene. I would, your Grace would constrain me to tell.
Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance.

Bene. You hear, Count Claudio, I can be secret as a dumb man, I would have you think so ; but on my allegiance, mark you this, on my allegiance :-he is in love ; with whom ? now that is your Grace's part : mark, how short his answer is, with Hero, Leonato's short. daughter.

Claud. If this were fo, fo were ít utter'd.

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord, it is not so, nor Stwas not fo; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so.

Claud. If my paffion change not shortly, God forbid it should be otherwise.

Pedro. Amen, if you love her, for the Lady is very well worthy.

Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my Lord.
Pedro. By my troth, I speak my thought.
Claud. And, in faith, my Lord, I spoke mine.

Bene. And by my two faiths and troths, my Lord, I fpeak mine.

Claud. That I love her, I feel.
Pedro. That she is worthy, I know.

Bene. That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she fhould be worthy, is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the ftake.

Pedro. Thou waft ever an obftinate heretick in the despight of beauty.

Cloud. And never could maintain his part, but in the force of his will.

Bene. That a woman conceived me, I thank her:

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