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old man.

And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Leon. But, brother Antony,

Come, 'tis no matter;
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.

Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily. D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

your patience. Claud.

Good day to both of you. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; Leon. Hear you my lords,

But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. Some baste, my lord !---well, fare you Leon. My lord, my lord, well, my lord:-

D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. Are you so hasty now ?--well, all is one.


No? D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good | Brother, away :-I will be heard ;


And shall, Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Or some of us will smart for it. Some of us would lie low.

(Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Claud.

Who wrongs him? Leon.


Enter Benedick. Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou:--- D. Pedro. See, see, here comes the man we went Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

to seek. I fear thee not.

Claud. Now, signior! what news? Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,

Bene. Good day, my lord. If it should give your age such cause of fear: D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. come to part almost a fray. Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me:

Claud. We had like to have had our two noses I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

snapped off with two old men without teeth. As, under privilege of age. to brag

D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother : What What I have done being young, or what would do, think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, have been too young for them. Thou hast so wrong'dinine innocent child and me, Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; I caine to seek you both. And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee ; Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; bave it beaten away : Wilt thou use thy wit? Thy slander hath gone through and through her Bene. It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it? heart,

D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? And she lies buried with her ancestors :

Claud. Never any did so, though very many 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

have been beside their wit-I will bid thee draw Save this of her's fram'd by thy villany.

as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. Clavd. My villany?

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale : Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine I say Art thou sick or angry? D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

Claud. What! courage, man! What though care Leon.

My lord, my lord, killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill I'u

prove it on his body, if he dare ; Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an His May of youth, and bloom of lustvhood. you charge it against me:-1 pray you, choose Claud. Away, I will not have to do with yon. another subject Leon. Canst thou so dufl me? Thou hast killid Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this my child ;

last was broke cross. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and

Ant He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : more : I think, he be angry indeed. But that's no matter; let him kill one first:- Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.3 Win me and wear me,-let him answer me,- Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Come, follow me, boy ; come, boy, follow me :- Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Sir boy, I'li whip you from your foininga fence; Bene. You are a villain; I jest not :-) will make Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when Leon. Brother,

you dare :--Do me right, or I will protest your cowAnt. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my ardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her niece;

death shall fall heavy on you: Let me hear from And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains;

you. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :

cheer. Boys, apes, braggaris, Jacks, milksops !-

D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Leon.

Brother Antony, Claud. I'faith, I thank him ; he hath bide me to Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know a call's-head and a capon; the which if I do not

carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught. --Shall And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : I not find a woodcock too? Scrarnbling, out-facing, fashion-inong'ring bovs, Bene Sir, your wit ambles well ; it goes easily. That lie, and cog, and Yout, deprare and slander, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy Go anucly, and show outward hideousness, wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, a great How tiey might hurt their enemies, if they durst, wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said And this is all.

I, a good wit : Just, said she, it hurts nobody : (1) Skill in fencing. (2) Thrusting

(3) To give a challenge.

(4) Invited.


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Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise ; Certain, said kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes :
she, a wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the what your wisdoms could not discover, these
tongues ; That I believe, said she, for he swore a shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the
thing to me on Monday night, which he forswore night, overheard me confessing to this man, how
or I'uesday morning,

there's a double tongue ; Don Jobn your brother incensed2 me to slander the there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour to- ||lady Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, gether, trans-shape thy particular virtues ; yet, at|and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the how you disgraced her, when you should marry properest man in Italy.

her : my villany they have upon record; which I Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and had rather seal with my death, than repeat over said, she cared not.

to my shame : the lady is dead upon mine and my D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all || master's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would nothing but the reward of a villain. love him dearly : the old man's daughter told us all. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through

Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.

Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head? Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice

Claud. Yea, and text undemeath, Here dwells of it. Benedick the married man.

D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treaBene. Fare you well, boy : you know my mind; chery I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour : |And fled be is upon this villany. you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear God be thanked, hurt not.—My lord, for your many | In the rare semblance that I loved it first. courtesies I thank you : I must discontinue your Dogt. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this company ; your brother, the bastard, is fled from time our Sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of Messina : you have, among you, killed a sweet and the matter : and masters, do not forget to specify, innocent lady: for my lord Lack-beard, there, he || when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him. Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato,

[Exit Benedick. || and the Sexton too. D. Pedro. He is in earnest. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll war

Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton. rant you, for the love of Beatrice.

Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes ;
D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? That when I note another man like him,
Claud. Most sincerely.


avoid him: Which of these is he? D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit!

Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with

Conrade and Borachio.

Mine innocent child?
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is Bora.

Yea, even I alone. an ape a doctor to such a man.

Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my | Here stand a pair of honourable men, heart, and be sad! Did he not say my brother was A third is fled, that had a hand in it fled?

I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame Record it with your high and worthy deeds; you, she shall ne'er wegh more reasons in her l'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. balance ; nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, you must be looked to.

Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge yoursels; D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Imposed me to what penance your invention bound ! Borachio, one!

Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,
Claud. Hearken to their offence, my lord ! But in mistaking.

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I ; done?

And yet, to satisfy this good old man, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- ||I would bend under any heavy weight port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; se- || That he'll enjoin me to. condarily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified un- That were impossible, but, I pray you both, just things: and, to conclude, they are lying knaves

. | Possess4 the people in Messina here
D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done ; | How innocent she died: and, if your love
thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Can labour ought in sad invention,

why they are committed ; and, to conclude, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,
what you lay to their charge?

And sing it to her bones ; sing it to-night:
Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own di-To-morrow morning come you to my
vision; and, by my troth, there's one meaning And since you could not be my son-in-law,
well suited.

Be yet my nephew : my brother hath a daughter,
D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, Almost the copy of my child that's dead,
that you are thus bound to your answer this And she alone is heir to both of us;
learned constable is too cunning to be understood : Give her the right you should have given her cousin,
What's your offence?

And so dies my revenge.
Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to


O, noble sir, mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count | Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me ! (1) Serious. (2) Incited.

(3) Command. (4) Acquaint.






I do embrace your offer; and dispose

Bene. And therefore will come.
For henceforth of poor Claudio.

The god of love,
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming;


That sits above,
To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man

And knows me, and knows me,
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,

How pitiful I deserve, -
Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this

Hir'd to it by your brother.

I mean, in singing ; but in loving, Leander the Bora.

No, by my soul, she was not ; ll good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panNor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; dars, and a whole book full of these quondam carBut always hath been just and virtuous,

pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the

even road of a blank verse, why, they were never In any thing that I do know by her. Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not un

so truly turned over and over as my poor self, der white and black,) this plaintiff bere, the of- I love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have fender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be re

tried; I can find oui no rhyme to lady but baby, membered in his punishment : and also, the watch an innocent

rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he for school, fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it ; endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming and borrows money in God's name; the which he planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.2 hath used so lony, and never paid, that now men

Enter Beatrice. grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called sake: pray you, examine him upon that point.

thee? Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful

Bene. O, stay but till then! and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :Leon. There's for thy pains.

and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came Dogb. God save the foundation !

for, which is, with knowing what hath passed beLeon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and

tween you and Claudio. I thank thee. Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your wor-kiss thee.

Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will ship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct

Beat. Foul words is but soul wind, and foul wind yourself, for the example of others. God keep your is but foul breath, and foul breath noisome; worship; I wish your worship well; God restore therefore I will depart unkissed. you to health : I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God pro- || right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell

Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his hibit it.-Come, neighbour. (Ereunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. Iland either I'must shortly hear from him, or I will

thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ; Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. || subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, Ant. Farewell, my lords ; we look for you to tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first

fall in love with me? D. Pedro. We will not fail. Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero.

Beat. For them all together; which maintained

so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit (Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk | which of my good parts did you first suffer love

any good part to intermingle with them. But for with Margaret,

for me? How her acquaintance grew with this lewdi fellow.

(Ereunt. Il love, indeed, for I love the against my will.,

Bene. Suffer love ; a good epithet! I do suffer SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden. Enter Bene

Beat. In spite of your heart, I think;


poor dick and Margaret, meeting.

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

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's praise of my beauty ?

not one wise man among twenty that will praise Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man himself. living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived thou deservest it.

in the time of good neighbours : if a man do not Marg: To have no man come over me? why, ||erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall shall I always keep below stairs ?

live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's and the widow weeps. mouth, it catches.

Beat. And how long is that, think you? Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, Bene. Question ?-_Why, an hour in clamour, which hit, but hurt not.

and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expeBene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not dient for the wise (if Don Worm, his conscience, hurt a wonan; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice : find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the I give thee the bucklers.

trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of much for praising myself (who, I myself will bear

witness, is praiseworthy,) and now tell me, How Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put || doth your cousin ? in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous Beat. Very ill. weapons for maids.

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

[Exit Margaret. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there (1) Ignorant. (2) Holiday phrases.

(3) Is subject to



our own.



will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Enter Ursula.

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd

To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle ;

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, yonder's old coils at home : it is proved my lady | Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and And when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Claudio mightily abused ; and Don John is the The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour author of all, who is fled and gone : will you come to visit me :-You know your office, brother; presently?

You must be father to your brother's daughter, Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?

And give her to young Claudio. (Ereunt Ladies. Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. with thee to thy uncle's.


Friar. To do what, signior? SCENE III.-The inside of a church. Enter Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.

Don Pedro, Claudio, and attendants, with music | Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, and tapers.

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? Atten. It is, my lord.

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Claud. (Reads from a scroll.]

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from Done to death by slanderous tongues,

me, Was the Hero that here lies :

From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your Death, in guerdon2 of her wrongs,

will ? Gives her fame which never dies :

Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical : So the life, that died with shame,

But, for my will, my will is, your good will Lives in death with glorious fame.

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing it. || In the estate of honourable marriage ;-) Praising her when I am dumb.

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Friar.

Ånd my help
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with attendants. Pardon, Goddess of the night,

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of wo,

Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Round about her tomb they go.

Midnight, assist our moan;

We here attend you; are you yet determind
Help us to sigh and groan,

To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Heavily, heavily:

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar

ready. Til death be uttered,

(Exit Antonio

D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's Heavily, heavily.

the matter, Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! That you have such a February face, Yearly will I do this rite.

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters put your Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull :torches out:

Tush, fear not, inan, we'll tip thy horns with gold, The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gen- | And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; tle day,

As once Europa did at lusty Jove, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about When he would play the noble beast in love.

Dapples the drowsy east with spots d gray: Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low ; Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well. And some such strange bull leap'd your father's Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several

cow, way.

And got a calf in that same noble feat, D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

weeds : And then to Leonato's we will go.

Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies mask'd. Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue Claud. For this I owe you : bere come other speeds,

reckonings. Than this, for whom we render'd up this wo! Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

Exeunt. Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. SCENE IV-A room in Leonato's house. En

Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see ter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ursula, Friar, and Hero.

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

Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd | I am your husband, if you like of me. her,

Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : Upon the error that you heard debated:

(Unmasking. But Margaret was in some fault for this ; Although against her will, as it appears

And when you loved, you were my other husband.

Claud. Another Hero? In the true course of all the question.


Nothing certainer :

One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,
(1) Stir.
(2) Reward.

And, surely as I live, I am a maid.

your face.


for me.

D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! | it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluLeon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander|| sion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have liv'd.

beaten thee ; but in that thou art like to be my Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. When, after that the holy rites are ended,

Claud. I had well hoped, thou would'st have deI'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,

of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; And to the chapel let us presently.

which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice? || do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Beat. I answer to that name; (Unmasking.) Bene. Come, come, we are friends :- let's have
What is

will ?

a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten Bene. Do not you love me?

our hearts, and our wives' heels. Beat.

No, no more than reason. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, muand Claudio,

sic.--Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get Have been deceived ; for they swore you did. thee a wife : there is no staff more reverend than Beat. Do not you love me?

one tipped with horn. Bene.

No, no more than reason.
Beat. Why then, my cousin, Margaret, and

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.

flight, Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for And brought with armed men back to Messina.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow ; I'll deBeat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead|| vise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up,


(Dance. Bene. 'Tis no such matter :- Then, you do not

(Exeunt. love me? Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman

This play may be justly said to contain two of Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves the most sprightly characters that Shakspeare ever

drew. The wit, the humourist, the gentleman, For here's a paper, written in his hand,

and the soldier, are combined in Benedick. It is to A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,

be lamented, indeed, that the first and most splenFashion'd to Beatrice.

did of these distinctions, is disgraced by unnecesHero.

And here's another, sary profaneness; for the goodness of his heart is Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, bardly sufficient to atone for the license of his Containing her affection unto Benedick.

tongue. The too sarcastic levity, which flashes out Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against in the conversation of Beatrice, may be excused our hearts Come, I will have thee; but, by this on account of the steadiness and friendship so aplight, I take thee for pity.

parent in her behaviour, when she urges her lover Beat. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good to risk his life by a challenge to Claudio. In the day, I yield upon great persuasion ; and, partly, to conduct

of the fable, however, there is an impersave your life, for I was told you were in a consump- fection similar to that which Dr. Johnson has pointtion.

ed out in The Merry Wives of Windsorthe Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.- second contrivance is less ingenious than the first :

(Kissing her.

or, to speak more plainly, the same incident is be. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married come stale by repetition. I wish some other method man?

had been found to entrap Beatrice, than that very Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit- | one which before had been successfully practised on crackers cannot flout me out of my humour : dost|| Benedick. thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram; No: Much Ado About Nothing (as I understand if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear from one of Mr. Vertue's MSS.) formerly passed nothing handsome about him : In brief, since I do| under the title of Benedick and Beatris. Heming propose to marry, I will think nothing to any pur- the player received, on the 20th of May, 1613, the pose that the world can say against it; and there- sum of forty pounds, and twenty pounds more as fore never flout at me for what I have said against his majesty's gratuity, for exhibiting six plays at

Hampton Court, among which was this comedy. (1) Because.



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