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Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write Bene. How doth the lady? against it:

Beat. Dead, I think ;-help, uncle; You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle I-Signior BeneAs chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;

dick !_friar! But you are more intemperate in your blood Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! 'Than Venüs, or those pamper'd animals Death is the fairest cover for her shame, That rage in savage sensuality.

That may be wished for. Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak Beat. How now, cousin Hero? so wide?*

Friar. Have comfort, lady. Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? Leon. Dost thou look up? D. Pedro. What should I speak?

Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about

Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every To link my dear friend to a common stale.

earthly thing Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny dream?

The story that is printed in her blood ? D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes : things are true.

For did I think thou would'st not quickly Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

die, Hero. True, O God!

Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy Claud. Leonato, stand I here?

shames, Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one?

Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame * Claud. Let me but move one question to o, one too much by thee! Why had I one? your daughter;

Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes? And, by that fatherly and kindly power Why had I not, with charitable hand, That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ;

Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Who smirchedt thus, and mir'd with infamy, Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset ! I might have said, No part of it is mine, What kind of catechizing call you this? This shame derives itself from unknown loins?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. But mine, and mine I lov’d, and mine I prais'd, Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, With any just reproach?

[name That I myself was to myself not mine, Claud. Marry, that can Hero;

Valuing of her; why, she-0, she is fallen Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one? And salt too little, which may season give
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. To her foul tainted flesh!
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Bene. Sir, Sir, be patient :

For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. I know not what to say.

Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour, Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count,


night, Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Beat. No, truly not; although, until last Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window; I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Who hath, indeed, most like a liberalt villain, Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is strong. Confess'd the vile encounters they have had

er made, A thousand times in secret.

Which was before barr'd up with ríbs of iron ! D. John. Fie, fie ! they are

Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? Not to be nam'd my lord, not to be spoke of; Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulThere is not chastity enough in language,


[die. Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her ; let her lady,

Friar. Hear me a little;
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. For I have only been silent so long,

Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, And given way unto this course of fortune,
If half thy outward graces had been placed By noting of the lady: I have mark'd
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! A thousand blushing apparitions start
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! fare- Into her face; a thousand innocent shames

In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire, For thee, I'll lock up all the gates of love, To burn the errors that these princes hold And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool; To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, Trust not my reading, nor my observations, And never shall it more be gracious. I Which with experimental seal doth warrant Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for The tenour of my book; trust not my age, me?

[HERO swoons. My reverence, calling, nor divinity, Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore if this sweet lady lie not guiltless here sink you down?

Under some biting error. D. John. Come, let us go: these things,

Leon. Friar, it cannot be : come thus to light,

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, Smother her spirits up.

Is, that she will not add to her damnation [Esteunt Don PEDRO, Don John, and A sin of perjury; she not denies it: CLAUDIO.

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse * Remote from the business in hand.

| That which appears in proper nakedness? | Attractive. * Disposition of things.


Too free of tongue.

pone :

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her of?

(As best befits her wounded reputation) Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know In some reclusive and religious life,

Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. If I know more of any man alive,

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,


[love Let all my sins lack mercy!-O my father, And though, you know, my inwardness* and Prove you that any man with me convers’d Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight (ture, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this Maintain’d the change of words with any crea- As secretly, and justly, as your soul Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Should with your body. Friar. There is some strange misprison* in Leon. Being that I flow in grief, the princes.

The smallest twine may lead me. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; honour;

For to strange sores strangely they strain And if their wisdoms be misled in this,

the cure. The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Come lady, die to live: this wedding day, Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.

Perhaps, is but prolong d ; have patience, Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth

and endure. of her,

[Exeunt FRIAR, HERO, and LEONATO. These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Benė. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this honour,

while? The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Bene. I will not desire that. Nor age so eat up my invention,

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, is wrong'd. But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, of me, that would right her! Ability in means, and choice of friends,

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendTo quit me of them throughly.

ship? Friar. Pause a while,

Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. And let my counsel sway you in this case. Bene. May a man do it? Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well And publish it, that she is dead indeed : as you ; Is not that strange? Maintain a mourning ostentation ;

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: And on your family's old monument

It were as possible for me to say, I loved noHang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites thing so well as you: but believe me not; and That appertain unto a burial.

yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny Leon. What shall become of this? What will nothing :-I am sorry for my cousin. this do?

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. her behalf

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; Change slander to remorse ; that is some good: and I will make him eat it, that says I love But not for that, dream I on this strange course, not you. But on this travail look for greater birth. Beat. Will you not eat your word? She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devis ed to Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

it : 1 protest, I love thee. Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,

Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Of every hearer: For it so falls out,

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? That what we have we prize not to the worth,

Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour, Whilest we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, I was 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, Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with Clau- that none is left to protest.

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. When he shall hear she died upon his words,

Beat. Kill Claudio. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world. Into his study of imagination;

Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. And every lovely organ of her life

Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;— There More moving-delicate, and full of life,

is no love in you :-Nay, I pray you let me go. Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Bene. Beatrice,Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall he

Beat. In faith, I will go. mourn,

Bene. We'll be friends first. (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

Beal. You dare easier be friends with me, And wish he had not so accused her ;

than fight with mine enemy. No, though he thought his accusation true.

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Let this be so, and doubt not but success Beat. Is he not approved in the height a Will fashion the event in better shape

villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishoThan I can lay it down in likelihood.

noured my kinswoman?-0, that I were a man! But if all aim but this be levell’a false, -What! bear her in handt until they come to The supposition of the lady's death

take hands; and then with public accusation, Will ench the wonder of her infamy: uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,--0 * While * Over-rate. By.

• Intimacy.

Delude her with hopea.



God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart way to examine ; you must call forth the watch in the market-place.

that are their accusers. Bene. Hear me Beatrice ;

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way:Beat. Talk with a man out at a window?-a Let the watch come forth :-Masters, I charge proper saying!

you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;-

1 Watch. This man said, Sir, that Don John, Beat. Sweet Hero !-she is wronged, she is the prince's brother, was a villain. slandered, she is undone.

Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :-Bene. Beat

Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's broBeat. Princes, and counties !* Surely, a ther--villain. princely testimony, a goodly count-confect;t Bora. Master constable, a sweet gallant surely! O that I were a man Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not for his sake! or that I had any friend would like thy look, I promise thee. be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted Sexton. What heard you him say else? into courtesies, valour into compliment, and 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thoumen are only turned into tongue, and trim ones sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only Hero wrongfully. tells a lie, and swears it :-) cannot be a man Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. with wishing, therefore I will die a woman Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. with grieving

Sexton. What else, fellow? Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand, 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, I love thee.

upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the Beat. Use it for my love some other way than whole assembly, and not marry her. swearing by it.

Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned Bene. Think you in your soul the count into everlasting redemption for this. Claudio hath wronged Hero?

Serton. What else? Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a 2 Watch. This is all. soul.

Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will chal- can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly lenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, you : By this hand, Claudio shall render me a in this very manner refused, and upon the grief dear account: As you hear of me, so think of of this, suddenly died.-Master constable, let me. Go, comfort your cousin : 1 must say, she these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's ; is dead; and so, farewell.

[Exeunt. I will go before, and show him their examinaSCENE II.-A Prison. tion.

[Exit. Enter Dog BERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

gowns : and the Watch, with CONRADE and Verg. Let them be in band. * BORACAIO.

Con. Ofi, coxcomb! Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Dogb. God's my life! Where's the sexton? Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! let him write down the prince's officer, coxSexton. Which be the malefactors ?

comb.Come, bind them : -Thou naughty Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. varlet!

Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the ex- Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. hibition to examine.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Sexton. But which are the offenders that are Dost thou not suspect my years ?-o that he to be examined? let them come before master were here to write me down--an ass !-but, constable.

masters, remember, that I am an ass ; though Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.- it be not written down, yet forget not that I am What is your name, friend?

an ass :—No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, Bora. Borachio.

as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. Dogb. Pray write down--Borachio.--Yours, I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an ofsirrah?

ficer; and, which is more, a householder; and, Con. I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any Conrade.

is in Messina ; and one, that knows the law, Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a rade. -Masters, do you serve God?

fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath Con. Bora. Yea, Sir, we hope.

two gowns, and every thing handsome about Dogb. Write down---that they hope they him :-Bring him away. O, that I had been serve God :-and write God first; for God de- writ down an ass.

(Exeunt. fend but God should go before such villains !-

ACT V. Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near

SCENE 1.Before LEONATO's House. to be thought so shortly. How answer you

Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. for yourselves?

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Con. Marry, Sir, we say we are none. And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure Against yourself. you; but I will go about with him.-Come you Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, Sir; I say to Which falls into mine ears as profitless you, it is thought you are false knaves,

As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ; Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. are both in a tale ; Have you writ down---that Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, they are none? Sexton. Master constable, you go not the And bid him speak of patience;

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, † A nobleman made out of sugar.

* Bond. Ceremony

* Noblemen.

Measure his wo the length and breadth of Save this of hers fram'd by thy villany. mine,

Claud. My villany! And let it answer every strain for strain ; Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say. As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Leon. My lord, my lord, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; I'll prove it on his body, if he dare? Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, * groan;

(drunk His May of youth, and bloom of lustihood. Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. With candle-wasters ; bring him yet to me, Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast And I of him will gather patience.

kill'd my child; But there is no such man : For, brother, men If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, But that's no matter ; let him kill one first ;Their counsel turns to passion, which before Win me and wear me,--let him answer me,Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me : Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foiningt fence ; Charm ach with air, and agony with words ; Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Leon. Brother, To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

my niece; To be so moral, when he shall endure And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains ;. The like himself: therefore give me no counsel, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, My griefs cry louder than advertisement.* As I dare take a serpent by the tongue : Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops! differ.

Leon. Brother Antony,Leon. I pray thee, peace : I will be flesh and Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know For there was never yet philosopher, [blood ;

them, yea, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; And what they weigh, even to the utmost However they have writ the style of gods,

scruple : And made a pish at chance and sufferance. Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys,

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and Make those that do offend you, suffer too.

slander, Leon. There thou speak’st reason : nay, 1 Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, will do so :

And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied, (prince, How they might hurt their enemies if they And that shall Claudio know, so shall the And this is all.

(durst, And all of them, that thus dishonour her. Leon. But, brother Antony,

Enter Don PEDRO and ClaudiO. Ant. Come, tis no matter; Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. hastily.

D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

your patience. Claud. Good day to both of you.

My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; Leon. Hear you, my lords,

But, on my honour, she was charg'd with noD. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.

thing Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you But what was true, and very full of proof. well, my lord :

Leon. My lord, my lord,Are you so basty now?-well, all is one.

D. Pedro. I will not hear you.
D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good Leon. No?
old man.

Brother, away :-I will be heard ;-
Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling, Ant. And shall,
Some of us would lie low.

Or some of us will smart for it.
Claud. Who wrongs him?

[Exeunt LEONATO and Antonio. Leon. Marry,

Enter BENEDICK. Thou, thou dost wrong me: thou dissembler, D. Pedro. See, see ; here comes the man we thou:

went to seek. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, Claud. Now, signior! what news! I fear thee not.

Bene. Good day, my lord. Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost lf it should give your age such cause of fear : come to part almost a fray. In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Claud. We had like to have had our two

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest noses snapped off with two old men without I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; [at me: teeth. As, under privilege of age, to brag [do, D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What What I have done being young, or what would think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head, should have been too young for them. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true vaThat I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; [me, lour. I came to seek you both. And with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, Claud. We have been up and down to seek Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and I say thou hast belied mine innocent child; would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou Thy slander hath gone through and through her use thy wit ? And she lies buried with her ancestors : (heart, 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 ? * Admonition.

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Claud. Never any did so, though very many D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? have been beside their wit. I will bid thee Claud. Most sincerely. draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to plea- D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when

he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks his wit! pale :-Art thou sick, or angry?

Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, Claud. What! courage, man! What though with CONRADE and BORACHIO. care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in

Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but thee to kill care. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career,

then is an ape a doctor to such a man.

D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up an you charge it against me :- pray you, my heart, and be sad !* Did he not say my choose another subject.

brother was fled ? Claud. Nay, then give him another staff ; this last was broke cross.

Dogb. Come, you, Sir; if justice cannot tame D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her

balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite and more; I think, he be angry indeed. Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his once, you must be looked to.

D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's girdle.*

men bound ! Borachio, one! Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Claud. God bless me from a challenge!

Dlaud. Hearken after their offence, my lord!

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these Bene. You are a villain ;-) jest not ;-I will

men done? make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare :-Do me right, or I

Dogb. Marry, Sir, they have committed false will protest your cowardice. You have killed report; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on ly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have

secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastyou: Let me hear from you. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have verified unjust things: and, to conclude, they

are lying knaves. good cheer.

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Claud. I'faith, I thank him ; he hath bidt me sixth and lastly, why they are committed ; and,

done; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence ; to a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's to concluide, what you lay to their charge. naught. --Shall I not find a woodcock too?

Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own diBene. Sir, your wit ambles well ; it goes well suited.

vision; and, by my troth, there's one meaning easily. D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised ters, that you are thus bound to your answer!

D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masthy wit the other day: I said, thou had'st a fine this learned constable is too cunning to be unwit; True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, derstood : What's your offence ? a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said I, a good wit; Just

, said she, it hurts mine answer; do you hear me, and let this

Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to nobody: Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise ; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman : Nay, said count kill me. I have deceived even your very I, he hath the tongues; That I believe, said she, eyes : what your wisdoms could not discover, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, in the night, over-heard me confessing to this

these shallow fools have brought to light ; who, which he foreswore on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue ; there's two tongues. Thus did man, how Don John your brother incensedt she, an hour together, transshape thy particular brought into the orchard, and saw me court

me to slander the lady Hero: how you were virtues ; yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, Margaret in Hero's garment; how you disthou wast the properest man in Italy.

Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and graced her, when you should marry her: my said, she cared not.

villany they have upon record; which I had D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all rather seal with my death, than repeat over to that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she my shame; the lady is dead upon mine and would love him dearly: the old man's daughter desire nothing but the reward of a villain.

my master's false accusation; and, briefly, I told us all. Claud. All, all ; and moreover, God saw him

D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron when he was hid in the garden.

through your blood : D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage

Claud. I have drunk poison, while he utter'd

it. bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head? Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here

D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to dwells Benedick the married man?

this? Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my tice of it.

Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the pracmind; I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour : you break jests as braggarts do their And fled he is upon his villany. [treachery:

D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.--My lord, for your many courtesies I thank

Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth you: I must discontinue your company: your in the rare semblance that I loved it first.

appear brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina : you have, among you, killed a gweet and innocent this time our Sexton hath reformed signior

Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by lady: For my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I Leonato of the matter : And masters, do not shall meet ; and till then, peace be with him.


forget to specify, when time and place shall D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

serve, that I am an ass. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll

Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leowarrant you, for the love of Beatrice,

nato, and the Sexton too.

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