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DON PEDRO, Prince of Arragon,
likewise to Don Pedro.
Followers of Don John.
Two foolish Officers.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House. Enter LEONATO, HERO, BEATRICE, and others,
with a Messenger. Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Dless. He is very near by this; he was not three leagues off, when I left him.'
Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name.
Leon. A victory is twice itselr, when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio.
Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally res beyond the promise of his age ; doing, in the figure
of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how.
Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it. Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there
much joy in him; even so much, that joy could not shew itself modest enough without a badge of bitterness
Leon. Did he break out into tears?
Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than those that are so washed.
How much better is it
is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping!
I pray you, is signior Montanto returned from the wars, or do
Mess. I know none of that name, lady; there was none such in the army of any sort.
Leon. What is he that you ask for, niece ?
Beat. He set up his bills here in Messina, and challenged Cupid at the Night and my uncle's fool, reading the challenge, subscribed for Cupid, and challenged him at the bird-bolt.- 1 pray you, how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars But how many hath he killed ? for, indeed, I promised to eat all of his killing.
Leon. Faith, niece, you tax bignior Benedick too much; but he'll be meei with you, I doubt it not.
Mess. He hath dono good service, lady, in these wen.
Beat. You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it: he is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an excellent stomach. Mess. And a good soldier too, lady.
Beat. And good soldier to & lady ;-But what is he to a lord ?
Mess. A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
Beat. It is so, indeed; he is no less than a staffed man: but for the stuffing.-Well, we are all mortal.
Leon. You must not, sir, mistake my niece: there is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and ber: they never meet, but there is a skirmish of wit
Beat. Alas, he gets nothing by that. In our last