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will use your skill :-Good cousins, have a care hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can crom this busy time.

(Exeunt. him any way, I bless myself every way: You are

both sure, and will assist me ? SCENE III.-Another room in Leonato's house.

Con. To the death, my lord.
Enter Don John and Conrade.

D. John. Let us to the great supper ; their Con. What the goujere,' my lord ! why are you cheer is the greater, that I am subdued : 'Would thus out of measure sad ?

the cook were of my mind !-Shall we go prove D. John. There is no measure in the occasion what's to be done? that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Ereunt. Con. You should hear reason.

D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing bringeth it ?

ACT II. Con. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.

SCENE I.-A hall in Leonato's house, Enter D. John. I wonder that thou being (as thou

Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and others. say'st thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief.

Leon. Was not count John here at supper ? I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I Ant. I saw him not. have cause, and smile at no man's jests ; eat when

Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never I have a stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after. sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were man in his humour.

made just in the mid-way between him and BeneCon. Yea, but you must not make the full show dick: the one is too like an image, and says of this, till you may do it without controlment. nothing; and the other, too like my lady's eldest You have of late stood out against your brother, son, evermore tattling. and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where

Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in it is impossible you should take true root, but by count John's mouth, and half count John's melanthe fair weather that you make yourself: it is choly in signior Benedick's sace,needful that you frame the season for your own

Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, harvest.

and money enough in his purse, such a man would D. John. I had rather be a canker' in a hedge, win any woman in the world, --if he could get her than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood good will. to be disdained of all, than to fashiou a carriage

Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get to rob love from any: 'in this, though I cannot be thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be

Ant. In faith, she is too curst. denied that I am a plain-dealing villain. I am

Beat. Too cúrst is more than curst: I shall lestrusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a sen God's sending that way: for it is said, God clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my sends a curst cow short horns ; but to a cow too cage; if I had my mouth, I would bite; it I had curst he sends none. my liberty, ! would do my liking: in the mean

Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you time, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

no horns. Con. Can you make no use of your discontent?

Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every Who comes here? What news, Borachio ?

morning and evening : Lord! I could not endure

a husband with a beard on his face; I had rather Enter Borachio.

lie in the woollen. Bora. I came youder from a great supper; the

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath prince, your brother, is royally entertained by no beard. Leonato ; and I can give you intelligenee of an

Beat, What should I do with him ? dress him intended marriage.

in my apparel, and make him my waiting gentleD. John. Will it serve for any model to build woman?' He that hath a beard, is more than a mischief on? What is he for a fool, that betroths youth; and he that hath no beard, is less than a himself to unquietness ?

man : and he that is more than a youth is not for Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.

me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ?

him. Therefore, I will even take sixpence in Borr. Even he.

earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his apes into hell. D. John. A proper squire! And who, and who?

Leon. Well then, go you into hell ? which wav looks he?

Beat. No, but to the gate ; and there will the Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on of Leonato.

his head, and say, Gel you to heaven, Bealrice, get D. John. A very forward March chick! How you to heaven ; here's no place for you maids : so came you to this?

deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors was smoking a misty

room, comes me the prince sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long. and Claudio, hand in hand, in sad* conference: I Ant. Well, niece, (To Hero.] I trust, you will whipt me behind the arras; and there heard it be ruled by your father. agreed upon, that the prince should woo Hero for

Beat. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to make himself

, and having obtained her, give her to count courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you :-but Claudio.

yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fel. D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may low, or else make another courtesy, and say, Fa prove food to my displeasure: that young start-up ther, as it (1) The venereal disease. (2) Flatter.

(9) Dog-rose.

(4) Serious.


Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and fitted with a husband.

there's an end. Beat. Not till God make men of some other Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so. metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Bene. No, you shall pardon me. to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? to make an account of her life to a clod of way Bene. Not now. waid marl? No, uncle, l'll none: Adam's sons are Beat. That I was disdainful,—and that I had my my brethren; and uly, I hold it a sin to match in good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales ;-Welf, my kindred.

this was signior Benedick that said so. Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you: Bene. What's he? if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. your answer.

Bene. Not I, believe me. Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if Beat. Did he never make you laugh ? you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too Bene. I pray you, what is he? important,' tell him, there is measure in every Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull thing, and so dance out the answer. For hear me, fool; only his gift is in devising impossible* slanHero; wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a ders: none but libertines delight in him; and the Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as for he both pleaseth men, and angers them, and fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a then they laugh at him, and beat him : I am sure, measure full of state and ancieniry; and then he is in the fleet; I would he had boarded me. comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into what you say. his grave.

Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. two on me, which peradventure, not marked, or

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and church by day-light.

then there's a partridge's wing saved, for the fool Leon. The revellers are entering ; brother, make will eat po supper that night. (Music within.) We good room.

must follow the leaders.

Bene. In every good thing.
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar;
Don John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and them at the next turning.

Beal. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leare others, masked,

[Dance. Then exeunt all but Don John, D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your

Borachio, and Claudio. friend ?2

D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and and hath withdrawn her father to break with him say nothing, I am yours for the walk; and espe- about it: the ladies follow her, and but one visor cially, when I walk away.

remains. D. Pedro. With me in your company?

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his Hero. I may say so, when I please.

bearing.' D. Pedro. And when please you to say so? D. John. Are not you signior Benedick ?

Hero. When I like your favour : for God de Claud. You know me well; I am he. fend,' the lute should be like the case !

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within in his love: he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you, the house is Jove.

dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth: Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. you may do the part of an honest man in it. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

Claud. Ilow know you he loves her ?

[Takes her aside. D. John. I heard him swear his affection. Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Bura. So did I too; and he swore he would Marg. So would not 1, for your own sake; for I marry her to-night. have many ill qualities.

D. John, Come, let us to the banquet. Bene. Which is one ?

(Ereint Don John und Borachio. Marg. I say my pravers aloud.

Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, Bene. I love you the better ; the hearers may But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio.cry Amen.

"Tis certain so ;-the prince woos for himself. Marg. God match me with a good dancer! Friendship is constant in all other things, Balth. Amen.

Save in the office and affairs of love : Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; the dance is done !-Answer, clerk.

Let every eye negotiate for itself,
Balth. No more words; the clerk is answered. And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch,

Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.' Antonio.

This is an accident of hourly proof, Ant. At a word, I am not.

Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Hero! Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Re-enter Benedick. Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless Bene. Count Claudio ? you were the very man: Here's his dry hand up Claud. Yea, the same. and down; you are he, you are he.

Bene. Come, will you go with me? Ant. At a word, I am not.

Claud. Whither? Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not know Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? business, count. What fashion will you wear the

garland of? About your neck, like a usurer's (1) Importunate.

(2) Lover. (3) Forbid. (4) Incredible. (5) Accosted.

(6) Carriage, demcanour. (7) Passion.

the post.

chain? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's in hell, as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon pur. scarf ? You must wear it one way, for the prince pose, because they would go thither ; so, indeed, all hath got your Hero.

disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow her. Claud." I wish him joy of her.

Re-enter Claudio and Beatrice. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. would have served you thus ?

Bene. Will your grace command me any service Claud. I pray you, leave me.

to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand Bene, Hó! now you strike like the blind man; now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beal me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the

farthest inch of Asia ; bring you the length of PresClaud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Exit. ter John's foot; fetch you a hair off the great

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep Cham's beard; do you any embassage to the Pig, into sedges. --But, that my lady Beatrice should inies, rather than hold three words' conference with know me, and not know me! The prince's fool!- this harpy: You have no employment for me? Ha! it may be, I go under that title, because I am D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good commerry:-Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: pany. I am not so reputed: it is the base, the bitter dis Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I canposition of Beatrice, that puts the world into her not endure my lady Tongue.

(Exit. person, and so gives me out, Well, I'll be re D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the senged as I may

heart of signior Benedick.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and Re-enter Don Pedro, Hero, and Leonato.

gave him used for it, a double heart for his singlo D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? one: marry, once before, he won it of me with Did you see him?

false dice, therefore your grace may well say, I Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of have lost it. lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told have put him down. him true, that your grace bad got the good will of Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, this young lady; and I offered him my company to lest I should prove the mother of fools. I have a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. being forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore worthy to be whipped.

are you sad ? D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault ? Claud. Not sad, my lord.

Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy ; D. Pedro. How then? Sick? who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, Claud. Neither, my lord. shows it his companion, and he steals it.

Beat. The count is neither sad nor sick, nor D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgres- merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an sion ? The transgression is in the stealer. orange, and something of that jealous complexion.

Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to been made, and the garland too; for the garland be true; though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conhe might have worn himself; and the rod he might ceit is false. llere, Claudio, I have wooed in thy have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stol'n name, and fair Hero is won: I have broke with his bird's nest.

her father, and his good will obtained: name tho D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and re- day of marriage, and God give thee joy ! store them to the owner.

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, my faith, you say honesily.

and all grace say Amen to it! D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath ? quarrel to Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue." you; the gentleman, that danced with her, told Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I her, she is much wronged by you.

were but little happy, if I could say how much.Bene, 0, she misused me past the endurance of Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. would have answered her; my very visor began to Beat. Speak, cousin; or if you cannot, stop his assume life, and scold with her: She told me, not mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. Jester ; that I was duller than a great thaw; hud Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it dling jest upon jest, with such impossible' convey keeps on the windy side of care:-My cousin tells ance, upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, him in his ear, that he is in her heart. with a whole army shooting at me: she speaks Claud. And so she doth, cousin. poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were Beat. Good lord, for alliance !-Thus goes every as terrible as her terminations, there were no living one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I may near her, she would infect to the north star. I sit in a corner, and cry, heigh no! for a husband. would not marry her, though she were endowed D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. with all that Adam had left him before he trans Beat. I would rather have one of your father's gressed: she would have made Hercules have getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? turned spit; yea, and have cleft his club to make Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could the fire too. Come, talk not of her ; you shall find come by them. her the infernal Atea in good apparel. I would to D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady? God, some scholar would conjure her; for, cer Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another tainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet for working-days:

your grace is too costly to wear

every day :-But, I beseech your grace, pardon (1) Incredible. (2) The Goddess of Discord. (3) Interest, (4) Turn : & phrase among the players.

you of?

me; I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter. D. John. Show me briefly how.

D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, be merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the you were born in a merry hour.

waiting gentlewoman to Hero. Beat. No, sure; my lord, my mother cry'd; but D. John. I remember. then ihere iras a star danced, and under that was Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the I born.-Cousins, God give you joy!

night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamLeon. Niece, will you look to those things I told ber-window.

D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle. --By your grace's this marriage ? pardon.

(Erit Beatrice. Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. Go you to the prince your brother: spare not to

Leon. There's little of the melancholy element tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in mare in her, my lord : she is never sad, but when she rying the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard you mightily hold up) to a contaminated stale, my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of un- such a one as Hero. happiness, and waked herself with laughing. D. John. What proof shall I make of that?

B. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to ves husband.

Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato: look you Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her woo- for any other issue ? ers out of suit.

D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Bene- any thing. dick.

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week Don Pedro and the count Claudio, alone: tell them, married, they would talk themselves mad. that you know that Hero loves me; intend: a kind

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as-in love to church?

of your brother's honour who hath made this Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on match; and his friend's reputation, who is thus crutches, till love have all his rites.

like to be cozened with the semblance of a raid, Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is that you have discovered thus. They will scarcely hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too, believe this without trial: offer them instances; to have all things answer my mind.

which shall bear no less likelihood, than to see me D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long at her chamber-window; hear me call Margaret, a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the Hero; hear Margaret term me Borachio, and time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, bring them to see this, the very night before the irundertake one of Hercules' labours, which is, ló tended wedding: for, in the mean time, I will so bring signior Benedick, and the lady Beatrice into fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; and a mountain of affection, the one with the other. there shall appear such seeming truth of Hero's would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but disloyalty, that jealousy shall be called assurance, to fashion i, if you three will but minister such and all the preparation overthrown. assistance as I shall give you direction.

D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the work ten nights' watchings.

ing this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. Claud. And I, my lord.

Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero?

my cunning shall not shame me. Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to D. John. I will presently go learn their day of help my cousin to a good husband.


(Exeunt. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest husband that I know: thus far can I praise him: SCENE III.-Leonato's Garden. Enter Benehe is of a noble strain,' of approved valour, and

dick and a Boy. confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to hu Bene. Boy,mour your cousin, that she shall fall in love with

Boy. Signior, Benedick:-and 1, with your two helps, will so Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring practise on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick it hither to me in the orchard. wit and his queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no

Boy. I am here already, sir.

Bene. I know that ;-but I would have thee longer an archer ; his glory shall be ours, for we hence, and here again. (Exit Boy.)-1 do mich are the only love-gods. Go in with me, and I will wonder, that one man, seeing how much another tell you my drift.

(Exeunt. man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to SCENE II. Another room in Leonato's house. I love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow Enter Don John and Borachio.

follies in others, become the argument of his own

scorn, by falling in love: and such a man is ClauD. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry dio. I have known, when there was no music with the daughter of Leonato.

him but the drum and fise, and now had he rather Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. hear the tabor and the pipe : I have known, when

D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment he would have walked ten mile asoot, to see a good will be medicinable to me: I am sick in displea- armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, sure to him ; and whatsoever comes athwart his carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was affection, ranges evenly with mine. How canst wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an thou cross this marriage ?

honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turned orBora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly thographer'; his words are a very fantastical banthat no dishonesty shall appear in me.

quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so

converted, and see with these eyes ? I cannot tell, (1) Lineage. (2) Fastidious, (3) Pretend. I think not; I will not be sworn, but love maj

transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath Bene. Aside.) An he had been a dog, that on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall should have how led thus, they would have hanged never make me such a fool. One woman is fair ; him: and I pray God, his bad voice bode no misyet I am well: another is wise ; yet I am well: chief! I had as lief have heard the night-raven, another virtuous; yet I am well: but till all graces come what plague could have come after it. be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my, D. Pedro. Yea, marry; (To Claudio.)- Dost grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or thou har, Balthazar ? I pray thee, get us some I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, excellent music; for to-morrow night we would or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near have it at the lady Hero's chamber-window. me ; noble, or not I for an angel; of good dis Balth. The best I can, my lord. course, an excellent musician, and her hair shall D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. (Ereint Balthazar be of what colour it please God. Ha! the prince and music.] Come hither, Leonato : What was it and monsieur Love! 'I will hide me in the arbour. you told me of to-day? that your niece Beatrice

(Withdraws. was in love with signior Benedick? Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio.

Claud. O, ay:-Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl sits.

(Aside to Pedro.) I did 'never think that lady D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music ? would have loved any man. Claud. Yea, my good lord:-How still the

Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful evening is,

that she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony !

she hath in all outward behaviours seemed ever lo D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid abhor. himself?

Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner ? Claud. O, very well, my lord : the music ended,

(Aside. We'll fit the kid-fox' with a penny-worth.

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what Enter Balthazar, with music.

to think of it, but that she loves him with an enD. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that raged affection, – it is past the infinite of thought.:

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit. song again.

Claud. 'Faith, like enough. Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice Leon. O God! counterfeit! There never was To slander music any more than once. D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, sion, as she discovers it.

counterfeit of passion came so near the life of pasTo put a strange face on his own perfection:

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;

Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite.

(Aside. Since many a wooer doth commence his suit Leon. What effects, my lord ? She will sit you,To her he thinks not worthy ; yet he woos; You heard

my daughter tell you how. Yet will he swear, he loves.

Claud, She did indeed. D. Pedro.

Nay, pray thee, come: Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze

me: I would have thought her spirit had been in. Do it in notes.

vincible against all assaults of affection. Balth.

Note this before my notes, Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord, There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. especially against Benedick. D. Pedro. Why, these are very crotchets that he

Bene. [Aside.) I should think this a gull, but speaks ;

that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery Note, note, sorsooth, and noting ! (Music. Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his soul ravish: cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence.

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it up, ed! -Is it not strane, that sheep's guts should

[.Aside hale souls out of men's bodics --Well, a horn for D. Pellro. Hath she made her affection known my money, when all's done.

to Benedick? Balthazar sings.

Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's

her torment, 1.

Claud. "Tis true, indeed; so your daughter Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, says: Shall I, says she, that have so oft encoun, Men were deceivers erer;

tered him with scorn, write to him that I love him ? One foot in sea, and one on shore; Leon, This says she now when she is beginning To one thing constant never : to write to him: for she'll be up twenty tin es a Then sich not so,

night; and there will she sit in her smock, till she But let them go,

|have writ a sheet of paper :-my daughter tells And be you blit! and bonny;

us all. Converting all your sounds of wo

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, re Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

member a pretty jest your daughter told us of. II.

Leon. 0!- When she had writ it, and was Sing no more dillies, sing no mo"?

rcading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice

between the sheet?-
Of dumps so dull and heavy;

Claud. That.
The fraud of men was ever so,

Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so, &-c.

hall-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so

immodest to write to one that she knew would flout D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song.

her : I measure him, says she, by my own spirit ; Balth. And an ill singer, my lord.

for I should flout him, if he writ lo me ; yeu, D. Pedro. Ha? no; no, faith; thou singest well though I love him, I should. enough for a shift.

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, (1) Young or cub-fox. (2) Longer. (3) Beyond the power of thought to conceire,

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