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Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.--Cousins, God give you joy!

Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told

you of?

Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's pardon.

(Ezit Beatrice. D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.

Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband.

Leon, 0, by no means; she mocks all her wooers out of suit.

D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Bene. dick,

Leon. O lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go to church?

Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on crutches, till love have all his rites.

Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven-pight; and a time too brief too, to have all things answer my mind.

D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing; but, I warraat thee, Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is, to bring signior Benedick, and the lady Beatrice into a moun. tain of affection, the one with the other. I would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.

Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten nights' watchings.

Claud. And I, my lord. VOL. II.

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Act II. po, gentle Hero? modest office, my lord, to

husband. lick is not the unhopefullest us far can I praise him; he -proved valour, and confirm.

you how to humour your

in love with Benedick:Os, will so practice on Beneis quick wit and his queasyt love with Beatrice. If we longer an archer; his glory

the only love.gods. Go in Tou my drift. (Exeunt.

NE II.

Bora. I can, at ang unseasonable instant of the right, appoint her to look out at her lady's cambi. window

D. Jolin. What life is in that, to be the death of this marriage?

Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to the prince your brother: spare not to tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in marising the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such a one as Hero.

D. John. What proof shall I make of that?

Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prioce, to vez Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: look you for any other issue?

D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour ang thing.

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Der Pedro and the count Claudio, alone: tell them, the you know that Ilero loves me; intende a kind zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as-in love your brother's honour who hath made this matc and his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be zened with the semblance of a maid, -that you ha discovered thuś. They will scarcely believe til without trial : offer them instances; which sh bear no less likelihood, than to see me at her chal ber-window; bear me call Margaret, Hero; h Margaret term me Borachio; and bring them to this, the very night before the intended wedd for, in the mean time, I will so fashion the ma that Hero shall be absent; and there shall ap such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty, that jeal shall be callid assurance, and all the prepara overthrown.

D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the wol this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats.

n Leonato's house.

in and Borachio.

count Claudio shall marry but I can cross it. ross, any impediment will be

sick in displeasure to him; thwart his affection, ranges - canst thou cross this mar

my lord; but so covertly appear in me. Lefly how. your lordship, a year since, vour of Margaret, the wait. ..

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* Pretende

Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the dight, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamberwindow.

D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of this marriage ?

Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go you to the prince your brother: spare pot to tell him, that he hath wronged bis honour in marrying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, such a one as Hero.

D. John. What proof shall I make of that?

Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: look you for any other issue?

D. John, Only to despite them, I will endeavour any thing.

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the count Claudio, alone: tell them, that you know that Ilero loves me; intend* a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as in love of your brother's honour who hath made this match; and his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with the semblance of a maid,--that you have discovered thus. They will scarcely believe this without trial : offer them instances; which shall bear no less likelihood, thap to see me at her chamber-window; hear me call Margaret, Hero; hear Margaret term me Borachio; and bring them to see this, the very night before the intended wedding : for, in the mean time, I will so fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; and there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty, that jealousy shall be call'd assurance, and all the preparation overthrowó.

D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats,

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Act II. ant in the accusation, and ame me. ently go learn their day of

[Exeunt.

Scene III. ABOUT NOTHING . is wise ; yet I am well : another virtuous; gH I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, De man shall not come in my grace, Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me, noble, or not for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and monsieur Love! I will hide me in the arbour,

(Withdraws.

VE III.

Lick and a Boy.

Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio.
D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music?
Claud. Yea, my good lord:-llow still the even

ing is,
As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony!
D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath bid hic

self?
Claud. 0, very well, my lord: the music ende
We'll fit the kid-fox* with a penny-worthi.

--window lies a book ; bring
hard.
ly, sir.
-but I would have thee

[Exit Boy.]—I do much seeing how much another edicates bis behaviours to aughed at such shallow fol

argument of his own scorn, such a man is Claudio. I e was no music with him nd now had he rather hear

I have known, when he mile afoot, to see a good - lie ten nights awake, carvdoublet. He was wont to e purpose, like an honest now is he turu'd orthograry fantastical banquet, just

May I be so converted, I cannot tell; I think not: love may transform me to my oatlı on it, till he have

shall never make me such r; yet I am well: another

Enter Balthazar, with music.
D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that sol

again.
Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.

D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,

put a strange face on his own perfection:-
I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will s
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes;
Yet will be swear, he loves.
D. Pedro.

Nay, pray thee, co
Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

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is wise ; yet I am well : another virtuous; yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheazen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not vear me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and monsieur Love! I will hide me in the arbour.

[Withdraws.

Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio.

D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music? Claud. Yea, my good lord: How still the even

ing is,

As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony !
D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid him.

self? Claud. 0, very well, my lord: the music ended, We'll fit the kid-fox* with a penny-worth.

Enter Balthazar, with music.

D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song

again.
Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.

D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection:-
I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing ;
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes;
Yet will he swear, he loves.
D. Pedro

Nay, pray thee, come : Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument, Do it in notes.

* Young or cub.fox.

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