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Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Leon. I dare make his answer, none. than tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! worship, as of any man in the city; and though I what men daily do! not knowing what they do! be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.

Bene. How now ! interjections? Why, then Verg. And so am I.

some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! Leon. I would sain know what you have to say. Claud. Stand thee bý, friar:-Father, by your Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, except

leave; ing your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple Will you with free and unconstrained soul of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.

Give me this maid, your daughter ? Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking ; Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose God help us ! it is a world to see!'-Well said, worth, i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. behind :-an honest soul, i'faith, sir ; by my troth Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankhe is, as ever broke bread: but, God is to be wor

fulness. shipped: all men are not alike'; alas, good neigh-There, Leonato, take her back again; bour !

Give not this roiten orange to your friend; Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :you.

Behold, how like a maid she blushes here : Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.

0, what authority and show of truth Leon. I must leave you.

Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, in- Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, deed, comprehended two auspicious persons, and To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, we would have them this morning examined before All you that see her, that she were a maid, your worship.

By these exterior shows? But she is none : Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring She knows the heat of a luxurious2 bed : it me; I am now in great haste, as may appear Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. unto you.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord ? Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

Claud.

Not to be married, Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well. Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

Leon. Dear inv lord, if you, in your own proof Enter a Messenger.

Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,

And made defeat of her virginity,Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your

Claud. I know what you would say; If I have daughter to her husband.

known her, Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. (Ereunt Leonato and Messenger. And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:

You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, Dogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis Scacol, bid'him bring his pen and inkhorn to the I never tempted her with word too large ;)

No, Leonato, gaol ; we are now to examination these men. Verg. And we must do it wisely.

But, as a brother to his sister, show'd

Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ;

Hero. And seem'd I ever oiherwise to you? here's that (Touching his forehead.) shall drive some of them to a non coin: only get the learned You seem to me as Dian in her orb;

Claud, Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: writer to set down our excommunication, and meet As chaste as in the bud ere it be blown; me at the goal.

[Ereunt.

But you are more intemperate in your blood

Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
ACT IV.

That rage in savage sensuality.
Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so

wide ?
SCENE I.-The inside of a church. Enter Don
Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Claudio,

Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?

D. Pedro. Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, &c.

What should I speak ?

I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the To link my dear friend to a common stale. plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dreami particular duties afterwards.

D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this

are true, lady?

Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Claud. No.

Hero.

True, O God Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come to! Claud, Leonato, stand I here?

Is this the prince ? Is this the prince's brother ? Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? this count?

Leon. All this is so ; but what of this, my lord ? Hero. I do.

Claud. Let me but move one question to your Friar. If either of you know any inward impedi daughter ; ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge And, by that fatherly and kindly power you, on your souls, to utter it.

That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Claud. Know you any, Hero ?

Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Hero. None, my lord.

Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset !Friar. Know you any, count ?

What kind of catechizing call you this ?

Claud. To make you answer truly to your name, (1) It is worth sceing. (2) Lascivious. (3) Licentious

(4) Remote from the business in hand.

marry her.

you down?

Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Into a pit of ink! that the wide sca With any just reproach?

Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Claud.

Marry, that can Hero ; And salt too little, which may season give Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

To her foul tainted flesh!
What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Bene.

Sir, sir, be patient :
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder,
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

I know not what to say.
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Beal. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Bene. Lady, were you her bediellow last night ?
Leonato,

Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night,
I am sorry you must hear; upon mine honour, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,

made,
Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Which was before barr’d up with ribs of iron!
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal' villain, Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie?
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
A thousand times in secret.

Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die.
D. John.

Fie, fie! they are

Friar. Hear me a little;
Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; For I have only been silent so long,
There is not chastity enough in language, And given way unto this course of fortune,
Without offence, to utter them: thus, pretty lady, By noting of the lady: I have mark'd
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

A thousand blushing apparitions start
Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
If half thy outward graces had been placed In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
But, fare thee well, most soul, most fair! farewell, To burn the errors that these princes hold
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity ! Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool;
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, Which with experimental seal doth warrant
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, The tenor of my book ; trust not my age,
And never shall it more be gracious.?

My reverence, calling, nor divinity, Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here me ?

(Hero swoons. Under some biting error. Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Leon.

Friar, it cannot be:

Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come Is, that she will not add io her damnation thus to light,

A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Smother her spirits up.

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse (Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. That which appears in proper nakedness ? Bene. How doth the lady?

Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? Beat.

Dead, I think ;-help, uncle Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know
Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle !—Signior Benedick !
friar!

Ir I know more of any man alive,
Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand ! Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant,
Death is the fairest cover for her shame, Let all my sins lack mercy!-O my father,
That may be wish'd for.

Prove you that any man with me convers'd
Beal,

How now, cousin Hero? At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Friar. Have comfort, lady.

Maintain’d the change of words with any creature, Leon.

Dost thou look up ? Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not?

Friar. There is some strange misprisions in the
Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly princes.
thing

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour ;
Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
The story that is printed in her blood ?-

The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes : Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies,
For did I think thou would'st not quickly die, Leon. "I know not; if they speak but truth of her,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her
Mysel would, on the rearward of reproaches,

honour,
Střike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?" Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
0, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Nor age so eat up my invention,
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Why had I not, with charitable hand,

Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;

But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, I might have said, No part of it is mine,, Ability in means, and choice of friends, This shame derives itself from unknown loins ? To quit me of them thoroughly. But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais’d,

Friar.

Pause a while, And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, And let my counsel sway you in this case. That I myself was to myself

not mine,

Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Yaluing of her; why, she-0, she is fallen Let her a while be secretly kept in,

And publish it, that she is dead indeed : (1) Too free of tongue. (2) Attractive. Disposition of things,

(4) Sullied,

(5) Misconception

none:

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Maintain a mourning ostentation;

Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: it And on your family's old monument

were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; That appertain unto a burial.

I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing:-I am sorry Leon. What shall become of this ? What will for my cousin. this do?

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. behalf

Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; Change slander to remorse; that is some good : and I will make him eat it, that says, I love not But not for that dream I on this strange course, you. But on this travail look for greater birth.

Beal. Will you not eat your word ? She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

I protest I love thee. Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,

Beat. Why then, God forgive me! of every hearer: for it so falls out,

Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I Whiles' we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, was about to protest I loved you. Why, then we rack the value; then we find Bene. And do it with all thy heart. The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with Clau- none is left to protest. dio:

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. When he shall hear she died upon his words, Beat. Kill Claudio. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Into his study of imagination ;.

Beat. You kill me to deny it: farewell. And every lovely organ of her life

Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;-there is More moving-delicate, and full of life,

no love in you :-nay, I pray you, let me go. Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Bene. Beatrice,Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall he mourn Beat. In faith I will go. (If ever love had interest in his liver,)

Bene, We'll be friends first. And wish he had not so accused her;

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than No, though he thought his accusation true. fight with mine enemy: Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Bene. Is Claudio thinc enemy? Will fashion the event in better shape

Beat. Is he not approv'd in the height a villain, Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinsBut if all aiin but this be levellid false,

woman ?-0, that I were á man!-What! bear The supposition of the lady's death

her in hands until they come to take hands; and Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

then with public accusation, uncovered slander, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her unn.itigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a man! (As best befits her wounded reputation) I would eat his heart in the market-place. In some reclusive and religious life,

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;-
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ? a

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: proper saying !
And though you know my inwardness and love Bene. Nay but, Beatrice;-.
Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

Beat. Sweet Hero!-she is wronged, she is Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

slandered, she is undone. As secretly, and justly, as your soul

Bene. Beat Should with your body.

Beal. Princes, and counties ! Surely a princely Leon.

Being that I flow in gries, testimony, a goodly count-confect;' a sweet galThe smallest twine may lead me.

lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; that I had any friend would be a man for my ske! For to strange sores strangely they strain the But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into

compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as HercuPerhaps, is but prolong’d; have patience, and les, that only tells a lie, and swears it :- I cannot

endure. [Ere. Friar, Hero, and Leon. be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a wow Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this man with grieving. while ?

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: by this hand I love Beal. Yea, and I will weep a while longer,

thee. Bene. I will not desire that.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. swearing by it. Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio wrong'd.

hath wronged Hero? Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve or Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a me, that would right her!

soul. Bene, Is there any way to show such friendship? Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. him ; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you: by Bene. May a man do it ?

this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. as you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort

Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as your cousin: I must say, she is dead; and so fareyou; is not that strange ?

well.

(Ereunt. (1) While. (2) Over-rate. (3) By. (6) Noblemen. (7) A nobleman made out of sugar, 14) Intimacy, (5) Delude her with hopes.

18) Ceremony.

cure.

SCENE II. prison. Enter Dogberry,. Ver-) Verg. Let them be in band.'

ges, and Sexton, in gowns; and the Watch, Con. Off, coxcomb! with Conrade and Borachio.

Dogb. God's my life ! where's the sexton ?'let Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?

him write down-ihe prince's officer, coxcomb.Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! Come, bind them:

Thou naughty' varlet! Serion. Which be the malefactors ?

Con. Away' you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibi-thou not

suspect my years ? -0 that

he were here tion to examine.

to write me down-an ass !--but, masters, rememSexton. But which are the offenders that are to be ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written examined ? let them come before master constable. down, yet forgei not that I am an ass :-No, thou Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.

villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved What is your name, friend ?

upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; Bora. Borachio.

and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.—Yours, a householder: and, which is more, as pretty a sirrah ?

piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is knows the law,, go to; and a rich fellow enough, Conrade.

go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome rade.-Masters, do you serve God ?

about him :-Bring him away. O, that I had been Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

writ down-an ass.

(Exeunt. ogb. Write down—that they hope they serve God :--and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains !-Masters, it is

ACT v. proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. SCENE I.-Before Leonato's house. Enter How answer you for yourselves ?

Leonato and Antonio.
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb.
A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself ; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir ; I say to you, it is Against yourself. thought you are false knaves.

Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Which falls into inine ears as profitless Dogb. Well, stand aside. Fore God, they are As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; both in a tale: have you writ down—that they are

Nor let no comforter delight mine car, none ?

But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, examine; you must call forth the watch that are Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, their accusers.

And bid him speak of patience; Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way:-Let Measure his wo the length and breadth of mine, the watch come forth:-Masters, I charge you, in And let it answer every strain for strain ; the prince's name, accuse these men.

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, i Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, if such a one will smile, and stroke his beard ;

In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: the prince's brother, was a villain.

Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain.- Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan, Why this is dat perjury, to call a prince's brother Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortunes drunk villain.

With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Bora, Master constable,

And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace ; I do not like But there is no such man: For, brother, men thy look, I promise thee.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Sexton. What heard you him say else?

Which they themselves not feel ; but, tasting in, 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou- Their counsel turns to passion, which before sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady would give preceptial medicine to rage, Here wrongfully.

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. Charm ache with air, and agony with words : Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience Serton. What else, fellow?

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; 1 Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean,

But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole To be so moral, when he shall endure assembly, and not marry her.

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Dogb. O villain ! thou wilt be condemned into My griefs cry louder than advertisement, everlasting redemption for this.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ, Serton. What else ?

Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and 2 Watch. This is all.

blood; Sexlon. And this is more, masters, than you can

For there was never yet philosopher, deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this However they have writ the style of gods, very manner refused, and upon the grief of this, And made a pish at chance and sufferince. suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself: be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. before, and show him their examination. [Erit.

Leon. There thou speak'st reason : nay, I will Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

do so.

My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ; (1) Bond.

(2) Admonition. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,

And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Leon. But, brother Antony,
Ant.

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

Do nol you mcddle, 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. But, on my honour, she was chargʻd with nothing

My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;
Leon. Hear you my lords,-
D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. But what was true, and very full of proof.
Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well,' fare you

Leon. My lord, my lord, -
D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. well, my lord :

Leon.

Nol Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one. D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good Brother, away :-) will be heard ;old man.

Ant.

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

(Ereunt Leonato and Antonio. Claud. Who wrongs him?

Enter Benedick. Leon.

Marry, 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 sear: 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 nut kike 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. Thuu hast so wrong'd mine 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 came to scck 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 sain I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child ; have 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 framed by thy villany.

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

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

Thine, Claudio; thine I say. Art thou sick or ungry? 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'll prove it on his body, if he dare ; Despite his nice sence, and his active practice,' Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. you charge it against me :-) pray you, choose

Claul. Away, I will not have to do with you. ano'her subject. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this mv 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.' 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'll whip you from your loining? fence; Bene. You are a villain; I jest not:- I will make Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

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

when you dare :--Do me right, or I will protest Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my your cowardice. You have killed a sweei lady, niece ;

and her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me bear And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; from you. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

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

cheer, Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops !

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

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

carve most curiously, say, my knife's naugnt. And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Shall I not find a woodcock too? Scrambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, Bene. Sir, vour wit ambles well; it goes easily. That lie, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy Go anticly, and shew 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 lillle one : No, said I, a great How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, wit ; 'Right, says she, a grea! gross one : Nay, said And this is all.

1, a good wit: Just, said she, it hurts nobody : (1) Skill in fencing. (2) Thrubting. (3) To give a challenge.

(4) Invited.

care.

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