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Beat. Yea, Signior, and depart when you bid me.

Bene. O, stay but 'till then. EC

Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now; and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath past between you and Claudio.

Bene. Only foul words, and thereupon I will-kiss thee.

Beat. Foul words are but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkist.

Bene. Thou haft frighted the word out of its right sense, fo forcible is thy wit; but, I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a çoward; and, I pray thée, now tell'me, for which of my

bad parts didit thou first fall in love with me? Beat. For them all together, which maintain'd lo politick a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?

Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet; I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Beat. In spight of your heart, I think, alas! poor heart, if you spight it for my fake, I will spight 'it for yours; for I will never love that, which my friend hates.

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Beat. It appears not in this confeilion; there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that liv'd in the time of good neighbours; if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monuments, than the bells ring, and the widow weeps.

Beat. And how long is that, think you?

Bene. Question?— why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rhewm; therefore it is most expedient for - the wise, if Don'worm (his confcience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet' of his own virtues, as I am to my self; so much for prais

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ing my self; who, I my self will bear witness, is praise worthy, and now tell me, how doth your Cousin?

Beat. Very ill.
Bene. And how do you?
Beat. Very ill too.

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend; there will I leave you too, for here comes one in hafte.

Enter Ursula. Ursu. Madam, you must come to your uncle ; yonder's old coil at home; it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accus'd; the Prince and Claudio mightily abus’d; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will you come presently?

Beat. Will you go hear this news, Signior?

Bene. I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be bury'd in thy heart; and moreover I will go with 'thee to thy uncle.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to a CHURCH. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants with tapers. Claud. TS this the monument of Leonato?

Atten. It is, my lord.

Is ,

Ε. Ρ. Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.

Done to death by sanderous tongues

Was the Hero, that here lyes :
Death, in guerdon of ber wrongs,

Gives her fame which never dies.
So the life, that dy'd with name,
Lives in death with glorious fame.

Hang thou there upon the tomb,

Praising her when I am dumb. Claud, Now mufick sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

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Claud. Now unto thy bones good night ;
Yearly will I do this Rite.
Pedro. Good morrow, masters, put your torches

out,
The wolves have prey'd; and, look, the gentle

day,
Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about

Dapples the drowsie east with spots of grey :
Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well.

Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several way.

Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other weeds; And then to Leonato's we will

go. Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue speed's, (28) Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! (Exeunt. (28) And Hymen now with luckier Ifue speeds,

Than this, for whom we render'd up this Woe.] Claudio could not know, without being a Prophet, that this new-propos’d Match should have any luckier Event than That design'd with Hero. Certainly, therefore, this should be a Wish in Claudio; and, to this End, the Poet might have wrote, speed's; ii e. speed us : and so it becomes a Prayer to Hymen.

Dr. Thirlby.

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SCENE changes to Leonato's House. Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursula, Antonio,

Friar, and Hero. Friar. ID not tell

you,

she was innocent? Leon

accus'd her, Upon the error that you heard debated. But Margaret was in some fault for this; Although against her will, as it appears, In the true course of all the question. Ant. Well; I am glad, that all things fort so well

. Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Leon. 'Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Withdraw into a chamber by your selves,
And when I send for you, come hither mask'd:
The Prince and Claudio promis’d by this hour
To visit me; you know your office, brother,
You must be father to your brother's daughter,
And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.
Bene. Friar, I must intreat your pains, I think.
Friar. To do what, Signior?

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them:
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior,
Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most truc.
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

Leon. The fight whercof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will?

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
But for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
I'th' state of honourable marriage;
In which, good Friar, I shall delire your help.

Leon.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Friar. And my help.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.

Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

Leon. Good morrow, Prince ; good morrow, Claudio,
We here attend you; are you yet determin’d
To day to marry with my brother's daughter?

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the Friar ready.

[Exit Antonio. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick; why, what's the

matter,
That you have such a February-face,
So full of froft, of storm and cloudiness?

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
And so all Europe shall rejoice at thee;
As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low,
And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow;
And got a calf, in that same noble feat,
Much like to you; for you have just his bleat.

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Enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, and

Ursula, mask'd.

Claud. For this I owe you ; here come other reck

nings.
Which is the lady I must seize upon?

Anto. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Claud. Why, then she's mine; Sweet, let me see

your face.

Leon. No, that you shall not, 'till you take her

hand
Before this Friar, and swear to marry her.

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