And made defeat of her virginity,— Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Claud. I know what you would say: if I have| Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; 92 Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? D. Pedro. What should I speak? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale. Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream? D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true. 68 Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Claud. Leonato, stand I here? And by that fatherly and kindly power Hero. O, God defend me! how am I beset! Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. 80 Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name With any just reproach? Marry, that can Hero: Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Leonato, 88 I am sorry you must hear: upon mine honour, Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain, D. John. Fie, fie! they are not to be nam'd, my lord, 96 Not to be spoke of; 100 There is not chastity enough in language for me? Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point [HERO Swoons. Beat. Why, how now, cousin! wherefore sink you down? 132 Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, 128 But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, Bene. 140 144 Beat. O! on my soul, my cousin is belied! I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron. Friar. Hear me a little; For I have only been silent so long, Leon. I know not. If they speak but truth 192 of her, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, 156 Pause awhile, 205 208 To start into her face; a thousand innocent Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites shames 164 In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; Hero. They know that do accuse me, I know 180 That appertain unto a burial. Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? Friar. Marry, this well carried shall on her behalf 212 216 Change slander to remorse; that is some good: If I know more of any man alive ture, 184 228 236 240 No, though he thought his accusation true. Leon. 244 252 Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. Friar. 'Tis well consented: presently away; For to strange sores strangely they strain the Beat. You have no reason; I do it freely. Bene. Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Beat. Ah! how much might the man deserve of me that would right her. 265 Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Bene. May a man do it? 269 Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange? 272 Beat. As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not, and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin. 277 Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Bene. I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you. Beat. Will you not eat your word? Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! 285 Beat. You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? 304 Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O! that I were a man. What! bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,―O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. 313 Bene. Hear me, Beatrice,— Beat. Talk with a man out at a window! a proper saying! 316 Bene. Nay, but Beatrice,― Beat. Sweet Hero! she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. Bene. Beat 320 Beat. Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly Count Comfect; a sweet gallant, surely! O! that I were a man for his sake, or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into curtsies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee. 332 Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. Bene. Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero? 336 Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul. Bene. Enough! I am engaged, I will challenge him. I will kiss your hand, and so leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin: I must say she is dead; and so, farewell. [Exeunt. Dogb. Write down Master gentleman Conrade. Masters, do you serve God? 20 Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve God: and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains! Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves, and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves? 26 Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. 72 Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton? let him write down the prince's officer coxcomb. Come, bind them. Thou naughty varlet! Con. Away! you are an ass; you are an ass. Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! but, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any in Mes32 sina; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Bring him away. Ŏ that I had been writ down an ass! 93 [Exeunt. Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him. Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear: sir, I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I say to you we are none. Dogb. Well, stand aside. 'Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have you writ down, that they are none? Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine: you must call forth the watch that are their accusers. 38 Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch come forth. Masters, I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. First Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain. 43 Dogb. Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother villain. Bora. Master constable,— Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like thy look, I promise thee. Sexton. What heard you him 50 say else? Sec. Watch. Marry, that he had received a Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, 24 But there is no such man; for, brother, men 20 32 Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. Leon. I pray thee, peace! I will be flesh and blood; 36 For there was never yet philosopher 40 Make those that do offend you suffer too. do so. My soul doth tell me Hero is belied; Some of us would lie low. Who wrongs him? 52 Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; Marry, beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear. 56 In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me: 60 I speak not like a dotard nor a fool, I say thou hast belied mine innocent child: And she lies buried with her ancestors; Leon. 68 Thine, Claudio; thine, I say. 72 D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. Leon. My lord, my lord, 76 I'll prove it on his body, if he dare, If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. And that shall Claudio know; so shall the Come, follow me, boy; come, sir boy, come, folprince, 44 And all of them that thus dishonour her. Enter DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Good day to both of you. Are 48 you so hasty now?-well, all is one. D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, |