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Con. Masters, masters.

Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, no more sailing by the star. I warrant you.

Beate What means the fool, trow? Con. Masters,

Marg. Nothing l; but God send every one 1 Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us their heart's desire ! obey you to go with us.

Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, || an excellent perfume. being taken up of these men's bills.

Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Marg. A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly Come, we'll obey you.

(Exeunt. || catching of cold.

Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how SCENE IV.-A room in Leonato's house. En- long have you profess'd apprehension? ter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.

Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice,

become me rarely ? and desire her to rise.

Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear Urs. I will, lady.

it in your cap.--By my troth, I am sick. Hero. And bid her come hither.

Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Urs. Well.

(Exit Ursula. Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabatol were

thing for a qualm. better

Hero. There thou prick’st her with a thistle. Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.

Beat. Benedictus ! why Benedictus ? you have Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I war

some morals in this Benedictus. rant, your cousin will say so.

Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another;ll meaning; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may I'll wear pone but this.

think, perchance, that I think you are in love : Marg. I like the new tire? within excellently,ll nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what if the hair were a thought browner: and

I list; 'nor I list not to think what I can ; nor, in

your gown's a most rare fashion, j'faith. I saw the deed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise so.

out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you Hero. O, that exceeds, they say.

will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet

Benedick was such another, and now is he become Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in respect of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet with silver; set with pearls, down sleeves, side- now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat withsleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blu- out grudging: and how you may be converted, I ish tinsel : but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and ex

know not; but methinks you look with your eyes

as other women do. cellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? is exceeding heavy!

Marg. Not a false gallop. Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of

Re-enter Ursula. Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed?

Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably : | signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not of the town, are come to fetch you to church. your lord honourable without marriage? I think

Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, you would have me say, saving your reverence,

good Ursula.

(Exeunt. a husband: an bad thinking do not wrest true SCENE V.-Another room in Leonato's house. speaking, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm in- Enter Leonato, with Dog berry and Verges. the heavier for a husband? None, I think, an if it be the right husband, and the right wife ; other

Leon. What would you with me, honest neigh

bour? wise 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she comes.

Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confi

dence with you, that decerns you nearly. Enter Beatrice.

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

time with me. Hero. Good morrow, coz.

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir. Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero.

Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the Leon. What is it, my good friends ? sick tune?

Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks.

the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not Marg Clap us into-Light o' love ; that goes so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; without a burden ; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows.

Beat. Yea, Light o love, with your heels ! Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any then if your husband have stables enough, you'll || man living, that is an old man, and no honester see ka shall lack no barns.

than I. Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scom that

Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, with ray herls.

neighbour Verges. Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill;-- Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so,

but we hey ho!

are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H.4

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! (1) A kind of ruft. (2) Head-dress. (3) Long-sleeves. (4) i. e. for an ache or pain.

(5) Hidden meaning.

a man.



it me; unto you.

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 fain know what you have to say.

Claud. Stand thee by, 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? Dogh. 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 rotten 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.

O, 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 be-|| All you that see her, that she were a maid, fore 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 :
I am now in great haste, as it may appear Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

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


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

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

Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your And made defeat of her virginity,daughter to her husband.

Claud. I know what you would say ; I have Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

known her, (Ereunt Leonato and Messenger. You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, Dogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis || And so extenuate the 'forehand sin: Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the No, Leonato, gaol; we are now to examination these men. I never tempted her with word too large ;3 Verg. And we must do it wisely.

But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ;|| Bashful sincerity, and comely love. here's that (Touching his forehead.) shall drive Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? some of them to a non com: only get the learned Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write againstit: writer to set down our excommunication, and meet| You seem to me as Dian in her orb; me at the gaol.

(Exeunt. As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;

you are more intemperate in your

Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals

That rage in savage sensuality.

Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so

wide ?4
SCENE I.The inside of a church. Enter Don
Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Claudio,

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

'What should I speak? Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, &c.

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 dream? particular duties asterwards.

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. Člaud. No.


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 seeing. (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 sea 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. Beat. O, op my soul, my cousin is belied ! D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow 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 rufian at her chamber-window; Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! Who hath, indeed, most like a liberall 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 ber; 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, toʻutter 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 foul, 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.2

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, comeIs, that she will not add to 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!

If I know more of any man alive, Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy band! 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 Beat.

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 Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,

honour, Strike 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 ?3 Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, 0, one too much by thee! Why bad 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 smirchedi 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,


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; Valuing of her; why, she, 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. (3) Disposition of things.

(4) Sullied. (5) Misconception.


none :

dio :

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 be- Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. half

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.

Beat. 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 fails 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 rack2 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.

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 apparelld 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 livery)

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 thine 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 aim but this be levelld false,

woman?-0, that I were a 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 unmitigated 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 ad ise 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 slanYet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

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

Bene. Beat Should with your body.

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

Being that I flow in grief, 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 sake! 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 Her Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and cules, that only tells a lie, and swears it :- I can.

endure. (Exe. Friar, Hero, and Leon. not be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this woman with grieving. while?

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : by this hand I love Beat. 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 of 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 ?"


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(6) Noblemen. (7) A nobleman made out of sugar. (4) Intimacy.

(5) Delude her with hopes. (8) Ceremony.


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

ges, and Sexton, in goons; 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-the prince's officer, coxcomb. Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton !

Come, bind them :- -Thou naughty varlet! Sexton. 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, rememSerton. But which are the offenders that are to be l ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written examined ? let them come before master constable.down, yet forget 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 Inore, 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 bad 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. Dogb. 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 short-|SCENE 1.Before Leonato's house. Ent.r ly. How answer you for yourselves?

Leonato and Antonio.
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself;

you; but I will go about with him.--Come you hither,|| And, 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is Against yourself.

Leon. thought you are false knaves.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel,

Which falls into mine ears as profitless
Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.
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 ear,

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 patier.ce ; the watch come forth :-Masters, I charge you, in || As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way :-Let Measure luis wo the lengri and breadth of mine,

And let it answer every sirain for strain; the prince's name, accuse these men. i'Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, | If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard ;

In every lineament, branch, soape, 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 flat 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 Serton. What heard you him say else?

Which they themselves not feel ; but, tasting it, 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 Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,

Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Hero wrongfully.
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 Walch. 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 griess cry louder than advertisement.2 everlasting redemption for this.

Ant. Therein domen from children nothing differ. Serton. What else?

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

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

For there was never yet philosopher, deny. Prince Ja is this morning secretly stolen That could endure the south-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 sufferance. suddenly died - Master constable, let these men Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself: be bound, and brought to Leonato's ; I will go before, and show him their examination. (Erit.

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

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

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

none ?


do so.

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