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Act IV.
Hang mournful epitaphis, and do all rites
That appertain unto a burial.'
Leon. Whal shall become of this? What will this

do?
Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her be-

half
Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
Slie dying, as it must be so maintain'd,
Upon the instant that she was accus'd,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,
Of every hearer: for it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles* we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rackt the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with Claudio :
When he shall hear she died upon this words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he
(If ever love had interest in his liver),
And wish he had not so accused her;
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be leveli'd false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
(As best befits her wounded reputation),

Scene 1. ABOUT NOTHING
In some reclusive and religious life,
Ont of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much upto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine hovour, I will deal in this
As secretly, and justly, as your soul
Should with your body.
Leon.

Being that I now in grief,
The smallest twine may lead me.
Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away;
For to strange sores strangely they strain the

cure-
Come lady, die to live: this wedding day,
Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and ene
dure.

(Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato.
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this

while?
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Bene. I will not desire that.
Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.
Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is

wrong'd.
Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of
me, that would right her!

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship?
Beat. A very even way, but no such friend.
Bene. May a man do it?
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?

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 con•
fess nothing, nor I deny nothing :-I am sorry for
my cousin.
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

• Intimacy.

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In some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minus, and injuries.

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
And though you know my inwardness and love
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly, aud justly, as your soul
Should with your body.
Leon.

Being that I Aow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; For to strange sores strangely they strain the

cureCome lady, die to live : this wedding day, Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and endure.

[Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this

while? Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. I will not desire that. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is

wrong'd. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me, that would right her!

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship?
Beat. A very even way, but no such friend.
Bene. May a man do it?
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?

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.

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

• Intimacy.

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Beat. Sweet Hero!-she is wronged, slije is slate dered, she is undone.

Bene. Beat

Beat. Princes, and countiese! Surely a princely testimony, a goodly count-confectt; a sweet gal

. lant, 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 courtesies t, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant us Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it:-I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a womau with grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: by this hand I love thee.

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?

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 fare.

(Excunt.

SCENE II.

Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns ;

und the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio. Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton!

1 A nobleman made out of sugar.

Beat. Sweet Hero !she is wronged, slie is slan. dered, she is undone,

Benc. Beat

Beat. Princes, and counties*! Surely a princely testimony, a goodly coupt-confectt; 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 courtesies I, 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 womau with grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: by this hand I love thee.

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?

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 reuder 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,

{Excunt.

SCENE II.

A prison.

Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns ;

und the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio.
Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?
Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton !

+ A nobleman made out of sugar.

* Noblemen. $ Ceremony.

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Scene Il ABOUT NOTHING

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Dogb. Write down--prince John a
this is fat 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 bim

say

else:
2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand
ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero
wrongfully.
Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.
Sexton. What else, fellow?
1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean,
upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole
assembly, and not marry her.

Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into
everlasting redemption for this.

Sexton. What else:
% Watch. This is all.

Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can
deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen
away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this
very manner refused, and upon the grief of this,
suddenly died.—Master constable, let these men be
bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go, before,
and show him their examination.

[Exit.
Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.
Verg. Let them be in banda
Con. Off, coxcomb !

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 throu not suspect my place! Dost
thou not suspect my years? - that he were here
to write me down-an ass!-but, masters, remem.
ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written
down, yet forget not that I am an ass:--No, thou

Bond.

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