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swore he would never marry; and yet now, in
despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudg-
ing: and how you may be converted, I know not ;
but methinks, you look with your eyes as other
women do.

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ?
Marg. Not a false gallop.

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Re-enter URSULA.

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Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church.

Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.



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Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour?

Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that decerns you nearly.

Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me.

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.
Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir.
Leon. What is it, my good friends ?

Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, I would desire they were ; but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows.

Verg: Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.

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Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neighbour Verges. Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your worship, as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it. Verg. And so am I. Leon. I would fain know what

you Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your worship’s presence, have ta’en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina,

Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking ; as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out : it is a world to see! Well said, i'faith, neighbour Verges :

- well, an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind : · An honest soul, i'faith, sir ; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread; but, all men are not alike; alas, good neighbour !

Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you; but I must leave you.

Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, indeed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship.

Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it I am now in great haste, as it may appear

Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Leon. Drink some wine 'ere you go;



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61. c. It is wonderful to see.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your
daughter to her husband.
Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

[Exeunt LEONATO and Messenger. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol ; we are now to examination these men.

Verg. And we must do it wisely.

Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; here's that [Touching his forehead.) shall drive some of them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol.


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The Inside of a Church.
Enter Don PEDRO, Don John, LEONATO, Friar,

Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the
plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their
particular duties afterwards.

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this. lady?

Claud. No.
Leon. To be married to her, friar ; you come to
Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to
this count?


marry her.

Hero. I do.

Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.

Claud. Know you any, Hero ?
Hero. None, my lord.
Friar. Know you any, count?
Leon. I dare make his answer, none.

Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do!
What men daily do! not knowing what they do!

Bene. How now! Interjections ? Why, then some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he ! Claud. Stand thee by, friar:- Father, by your


with free and unconstrained soul
Give me this maid, your daughter ?
Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me.
Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose

May counterpoise this rich and precious gift.
D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again,
Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank-

There, Leonato, take her back again :
Give not this rotten orange to your friend;
She's but the sign and semblance of her honour:
Behold, how like a maid she blushes here:
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal !
Comes not that blood, as modest evidence,
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,

that see her, that she were a maid, By these exterior shows? But she is none: Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?

Not to be married
Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof


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Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,
And made defeat of her virginity,
Claud. I know what you would say; If I have

known her,
You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband,
And so extenuate the 'forehand sin :
No, Leonato,
I never tempted her with word too large”;
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you ?
Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against

it :

You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That rage in savage sensuality.
Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak sọ

wide ?
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?
D. Pedro.

What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about To link my dear friend to a common stale. Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but

dream? D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things

are true. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Hero.

True ? O God! Claud. Leonato, stand I here? Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own?

Leon. All this is so; But what of this, my lord ? Claud. Let me but move one question to your


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