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Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :-Why this is fiat 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
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 IVatch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon bis words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her.

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

Sexton. What else?
2 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 band*.
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 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

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66 MUCH ADO

Act V: 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 is in Messina; 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 bath two gowns, and every thing hapdsome about him :-Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down an ass.

[Exeunt.

Scene I. ABOUT NOTHING
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,

Charm ach with air, and agony with words:
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under tbe load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisementes ,

Ant. Therein da men from children nothing differ.
Lem. I pray thee, peace: I will be lesh and

ACT V.

blood;

SCENE I. Before Leonato's house.

Enter Leonato and Antonio.

For there was never get philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance,

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:
Make those that do offend you, suffer too.

Leon. Therethou speak'streason: nay, I will do so
My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied;
And that shall Clapdio know, so skall the prince,
And all of them, that thus dishonour bes.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio,

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself;
Anu 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief
Against yourself.
Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mive ears as profitless
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ;
Nor let no conforter delight mine ear,
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience;
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard ;
Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groad;
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortunes drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience,
But there is no such man: For, brother, men

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hasti
D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
Claud.

Good day to both of
Leon. Hear you my lords,-
D. Pedro.

We have some baste, Leon
Leon. Some haste, ing lord !-well, fare you

my lord: Are you so basty now!--well, all is one, D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, geoc

man

• Admonition.

1

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ach with air, and agony with words:
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under tbe load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and

blood;
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:
Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

Leon. There thou speak'streason: nay, I will do so. My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied; And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily,
D. Pedro. Good den, good den,
Claud.

Good day to both of you.
Leon. Hear you my lords,
D. Pedro.

We have some haste, Leonato.
Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you well,

my lord: Are you so basty now!-well, all is one. D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old

man.

Admonition.

A

Come, follow me,
Sir boy, I'll whip
Nay, as I am a go

Leon. Brother
Ant. Content

niece;

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Act V.
Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling,
Some of us would lie low.
Claud.

Who wrongs him?
Leon.

Marry,
Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissenibler, thou:-
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
I fear thee not.

Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
If it should give your age such cause of fear:
In faith, my hand meant vothing to my sword.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me:
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;
As, under privilege of age, to brag
What I have done being young, or what would do,
Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head,
Thou hast so wrong'd mine inwocent child and me,
That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;
And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days,
Do challenge thee to trial of a man.
I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child;
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,
And she lies buried with her ancestors :
0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Save this of her's fram'd by thy villainy,

Claud. My villainy?
Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine I say.
D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.
Leon.

My lord, my lord,
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;
Despite his nice fence, and his active practice*,
His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood,

Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd

my child;
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man,

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed:
But that's no matter; let him kill one first:
Win me and wear me, let him answer me,

And she is dead,
That dare as well
As I dare take as
Boys, apes, bragga

Leon.
Ant. Hold you

them, yes
And what they w
Scrambling, out-f
That lie, and cog.
Go antickly, and
Aud speak off ha
How they might
And this is all.

Leon. But, br

Ant.
Do not you med
D. Pedro. Ge

your pat
My beart is

sorry
But, on my hono
But what was tru

Leon. My lord
D. Pedro

Leon.
Brother, away:-

Ant.
Or some of us w

D. Pedro. Se to seek,

• Skill in fencing.

Come, follow me, hoy; come, boy, follow me:-
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining* fence;
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

Leon. Brother,
Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my

niece;
And she is dead, slander'd to death by villajos;
That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!
Leon.

Brother Antony,-Ant. Hold you content; What man ! know

them, yea,
And what they weiglı, even to the utmost scruple:
Scrambling, out-facing, fashion-mong‘ring boys,
That lie, avd cog, and flout, deprave and slander,
Go antickly, and show ontward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst,
And this is all.

Lcon. But, brother Antony,
Ant.

Come, 'tis no matter;
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.
D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake

your patience. heart is sorry for your daughter's death; But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing But what was true, and very full of proof.

Leon. My lord, my lord,
D. Pedro.

I will pot hear you. Leon.

No? Brother, away :- I will be heard ;Ant.

And shall, Or some of us will smart for it.

[Exeunt Leonato and Antonio.

Enter Benedick. D. Pedro. See, sce, here comes the mau we went to seek,

+ Thrusting.

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