firrah; a word in your ear, fir; I fay to you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I fay to you, we are none. Dogb. Well, ftand afide.'Fore God, they are both in a tale:- -Have you writ down———————that they are none? Sexton. Mafter conftable, you go not the way to examine; you must call the watch that are their accufers. Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the efteft way :- -Let the watch come forth :- Masters, I charge you in the prince's name accuse these men. Enter Watchmen. I Watch. This man faid, fir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain. Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :-Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother-villain. Bora. Mafter conftable Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy look, I promise thee. Sexton. What heard you him fay else? 2 Watch. Marry, that he had receiv'd a thousand ducats of Don John, for accufing the lady Hero wrongfully. Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. Sexton. What elfe, fellow? 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole affembly, and not marry her. Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. Sexton. What elfe? 2 Watch. 2 Watch. This is all. Sexton. And this is more, mafters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning fecretly ftolen away; Hero was in this manner accus'd, in this very manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this, fuddenly dy'd.Mafter conftable, let thefe men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, and fhew him their examination. Dogb. Come, let them be opinion'd. Conr. Off, coxcomb! Dogb. God's my life where's the fexton? let him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.Come, bind them: --Thou naughty varlet! Conr. Away! you are an afs, you are an afs. Dogb. Doth thou not fufpect my place? Doft thou not fufpect my years?-O, that he were here to write me down-an afs!-but, masters, remember, that I am an afs; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an afs :- -No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as fhall be proved upon thee by good witnefs: I am a wife fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, an 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 loffes; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handfome about him :- -Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down-an afs! [Exeunt ACT ACT V. SCENE 1. LEONATO's houfe. Enter LEONATO, and ANTONIO. Antonio. fr you go on thus, you will kill yourself; And 'tis not wifdom, thus to fecond grief Against yourself. Leon. I pray thee; cease thy counfel, As water in a fieve: give not me counfel; But fuch a one whofe wrongs do fuit with mines Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, But there is no fuch man: For, brother, men Fetter Fetter ftrong madness in a filken thread, To be fo moral, when he fhall endure The like hirafelf: therefore give me no counsel; Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ, Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philofopher That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; Leon. There thou fpeak'ft reafon: nay, I will do My foul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd: [fo: And that fhall Claudio know, fo fhall the prince, And all of them that thus difhonour her. Enter Don PEDRO, and CLAUDIO. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, haftily, Claud. Good-day to both of Leon. Hear you, my lords you. Pedro. We have fome hafte, Leonato. Leon. Some hafte, my lord ?-well, fare you well, my lord: Are you fo hafty now-well, all is one. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man, Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Some of us would lie low, Claud. Who wrongs him? Leona Leon. Marry, thou doft wrong me; thou diffembler, Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy fword, I fear thee not. Claud. Marry, befhrew my hand, [thou! If it fhould give your age fuch cause of fear : As, under privilege of age, to brag What I have done being young, or what would do, I fay, thou haft bely'd mine innocent child, O! in a tomb where scandal never flept, Leon. Thine, Claudio! thine I fay. I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; Defpight his nice fence, and his active practice, If thou kill'ft me, boy, thou fhalt kill a man. Come, |