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Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! Can Jay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not,

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men But in mistaking. done!

D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re And yet, to satisfy this good old man, port; moreover, they have spoken untruths; second I would bend under any heavy weight arily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they have That he'll enjoin me to. belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live; things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. That were impossible ; but, I pray you both,

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have Possess the people in Messina, here, doge? thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence ? How innocent she died: and, if your love sixth and lastly, why they are committed ? and, to Can labour aught in sad invention, conclude, what you lay to their charge ?

Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; And sing it to her bones : sing it to-night.and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. To-morrow morning come you to my house,

D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that And since you could not be my son-in-law, you are thus bound to your answer? this learned Be yet my nephew. My brother hath a daughconstable is too cunning to be understood. What's

ter, your offence ?

Almost the copy of my child that's dead, Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine And she alone is heir to both of us : answer: do you hear me, and let this count kill me. Give her the right you should have given her I have deceived even your very eyes : what your

cousin, wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools And so dies my revenge. have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard Claud.

0! noble sir, me confessing to this man, how Don John your bro Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me. ther incensed me to slander the lady Hero; how I do embrace your offer, and dispose you were brought into the orchard, and saw me For henceforth of poor Claudio. court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you dis Leon. To-morrow, then, I will expect your graced her, when you should marry her. My vil coming : lainy they have upon record, which I had rather To-night I take my leave.- This naughty man seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame. Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, The lady is dead upon mine and my master's false Who, I believe, was packed in all this wrong, accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the re Hir'd to it by your brother. ward of a villain.

Bora.

No, by my soul, she was not; D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; your blood ?

But always hath been just and virtuous, Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. In any thing that I do know by her. D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to Dogb. Moreover, sir, which, indeed, is not under this?

white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did Bora. Yea; and paid me richly for the practice call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in of it.

his punishment. And also, the watch heard them D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treach talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in ery:

his ear, and a lock hanging by it, and borrows money And fled he is upon this villainy.

in God's name; the which he hath used so long, Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, In the rare semblance that I loved it first.

and will lend nothing for God's sake. Pray you, exDogh. Come : bring away the plaintiffs: by this amine him upon that point. time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. the matter. And masters, do not forget to specify, Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. and reverend youth, and I praise God for you.

Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, Leon. There's for thy pains. and the sexton too.

Dogb. God save the foundation!

Leon. Go: I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and Re-enter LEONATO, Antonio, and the Sexton.

I thank thee. Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes, Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; That when I note another man like him,

which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself I may avoid him. Which of these is he?

for the example of others. God keep your worship; Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on I wish your worship well: God restore you to

bealth. I humbly give you leave to depart, and if Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.hast kill'd

Come, neighbour. Mine innocent child?

(Ereunt DogBERRY, VERGES, and Watch. Bora. Yea, even I alone.

Lcon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Leon. No, not so, villain ; thou beliest thyself: Ant. Farewell, my lords: we look for you toHere stand a pair of honourable men, A third is fled, that had a hand in it.

D. Pedro. We will not fail. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death:

Claud.

To-night I'll mourn with Hero. Record it with your high and worthy deeds.

[Exeunt Don PEDRO and Claudio. 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Leon. Bring you these fellows op; we'll talk Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,

with Margaret, Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself ; How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. Impose me to what penance your invention

(Exeunt.

me.

morrow.

our own.

SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden.

Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet. I do suffer

love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.

Beat. In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, poor Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for serve well at my hands by helping me to the speech yours; for I will never love that which my friend of Beatrice.

hates. Marg. Will you, then, write me a sonnet in Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. praise of my beauty ?

Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man not one wise man among twenty that will praise living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, himself. thou deservest it.

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that Marg. To have no man come over me? why lived in the time of good neighbours. If a man do shall I always keep below stairs ?

not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, be Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's shall live no longer in monument, than the bell mouth; it catches. *

rings, and the widow weeps. Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, Beat. And how long is that, think you? which hit, but hurt not.

Bene. Question :-why an hour in clamour, and Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not a quarter in rheum: therefore is it most expedient hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice. for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no I give thee the bucklers.

impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of his own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for

praising myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put praiseworthy. And now tell me, how doth your in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous cousin ? weapons for maids.

Beat. Very ill. Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, 1 Bene. And how do you? think, liath legs.

[Exit MARGARET. Beal. Very ill too. Bene. And therefore will come.

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend. There
The god of love,

will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.

[Singing.)
That sits above,

Enter URSULA.
And knows me, and knows me,

Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle.
How pitiful I deserve, -.

Yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady
I mean, in singing; but in loving, Leander the good Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and
swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the
a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, author of all, who is fled and gone. Will you come
whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of presently?
a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?
over and over as my poor self, in love. Marry, I Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and
cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried: I can find be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go
out no rhyme to “lady” but “baby," an innocent with thee to thy uncle's.

[Excunt. rhyme; for “scorn," " horn," a hard rhyme; for “school," "fool,” a babbling rhyme-very ominous SCENE III.- The Inside of a Church. endings. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.

Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants, with

music and tapers. Enter BEATRICE.

Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called

Atten. It is, my lord. thee?

Claud. [Reads.]
Beat. Yea, signior; and depart when you bid me.
Bene. O, stay but till then!

Done to death by slanderous tongues
Beat. “Then" is spoken; fare you well now:-

Was the Hero that here lies: and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for;

Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, which is, with knowing what hath passed between

Gives her fame which never dies. you and Claudio.

So the life, that died with shame,
Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will Lives in death with glorious fame.
kiss thee.
Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind

Hang thou there upon the tomb, is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; there

Praising her when I am dumb.fore I will depart unkissed.

Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But, I must tell Pardon, goddess of the night, thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge, and Those that slew thy virgin knight ; either I must shortly hear from him, or I will

For the which, with songs of woe, subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now,

Round about her tomb they go. tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first

Midnight, assist our moan; fall in love with me?

Help us to sigh and groan, Beat. For them all together; which maintained so

Heavily, heavily: politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any

Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, good part to intermingle with them. But for which

Till death be uttered, of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?

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Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Yearly will I do this rite.

To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters: put your Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, torches out.

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : day,

The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour
Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about

To visit me.-You know your office, brother;
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. You must be father to your brother's daughter,
Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well. And give her to young Claudio.
Claud. Good morrow, masters: each his several

(Exeunt Ladies. way.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. weeds;

Friar. To do what, signior?
And then to Leonato's we will go.

Bene. To bind me, or undo me; one of them.-
Claud. And Hymen now with luckier issue Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior.
speeds,

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.
Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'tis most

[Ereunt.

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite ber. SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from

me,
Enter Leonato, AntonIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, From Claudio, and the prince. But what's your
URSULA, Friar, and Hero.

will ?
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus’d But, for my will, my will is, your good will
her

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
Upon the error that you heard debated :

In the state of honourable marriage :-
But Margaret was in some fault for this,

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Although against her will, as it appears

Leon. My heart is with your liking.
In the true course of all the question.

Friar.

And my help Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Here come the prince, and Claudio.

true.

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.

D. 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 Ethiop.
Leon. Call her forth, brother: here's the friar
ready.

[Exit ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick. Why,

what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, 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 all Europa 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 leap'd your father's

cow,
And got a calf in that same noble feat,
Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies, masked.
Claud. For this I owe you: here come other

reckonings.
Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

Leon. 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

Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the genClaud. Give me your hand before this holy friar:

tleman. I am your husband, if you like of me.

Claud. And I'll be swom upon't, that he loves Hero. And when I liv’d, I was your other wife:

her;

(Unmasking. For here's a paper, written in his hand, And when you lov’d, you were my other husband. A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Claud. Another Hero ?

Fashion'd to Beatrice.
Hero.
Nothing certainer.

Hero.

And here's another, One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,

Writ in my cousin's hand, stol'n from her pocket, And, surely as I live, I am a maid.

Containing her affection unto Benedick. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead ! Bene. A miracle! here's our own bands against Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander our hearts.—Come, I will have thee; but, by this liv'd.

light, I take thee for pity. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;

Beat. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good When after that the holy rites are ended,

day, I yield upon great persuasion, and, partly, to I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death :

save your life, for I was told you were in a consumpMean time, let wonder seem familiar,

tion. And to the chapel let us presently.

Bene. Peace! I will stop your mouth. Bene. Soft and fair, friar.- Which is Beatrice ? D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married Beat. I answer to that name. - [Unmasking.]What is your will ?

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witBene. Do not you love me?

crackers cannot flout me out of my humour. Dost Beat.

Why, no; no more than reason. thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: Bene. Why, then, your uncle, and the prince, if a man will be beaten with brains, a' shall wear and Claudio,

nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do Have been deceived: they swore you did.

purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose Beat. Do not you love me?

that the world can say against it; and therefore Bene.

Troth, no; no more than reason. never flout at me for what I have said against it, for Beat. Why, then, my cousin, Margaret, and Ur man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.sula,

For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did. thee; but, in that thou art like to be my kinsman, Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for live unbruised, and love my cousin.

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have deBeat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out

of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; Bene. 'Tis no such matter.—Then, you do not which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin love me?

do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.

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Bene. Come, come, we are friends.-Let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterward.

Bene. First, of my word; therefore, play, musie !-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.

Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in

flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow : I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers.

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