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ACT THE FIFTH.
Before Leonato's House.
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, :
madness in a silken thread, Charm ach with air, and agony with words :
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself;
Leon. There thou speak’st reason: nay, I will
Enter. Don Pedro and CLAUDIO.
Good day to both of you.
well, my lord:-
D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old
Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling,
Who wrongs him?
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool ;
Claud. My villainy!
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, Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me:
D. went 1
Cle Ber D. come
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining ' fence;
Leon. But, brother Antony,
Come, 'tis no matter ;
Leon. My lord, my lord,
I will not hear you.
And shall, .
[Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO.
Claud. Now, signior! what news?
D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost come to part almost a fray.
Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth.
D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.
Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came to seek
both. Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee ; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ?
Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it?
Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. — I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale: - Art thou sick, or angry?
Claud. What! courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an you charge it against me: - I pray you, choose another subject.
Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last was broke cross.
D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more; I think, he be angry indeed.
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. Bene. Shall I speak a word in your
ear? Claud. Heaven bless me from a challenge! Bene. You are a villain ; I 'jest not: I will