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Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Friar, it cannot be
she not denies it :
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of ?
that do accuse me; I know none :
my father, Prove you, that any man with me conversed Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Friar. There is some strange misprision in the princes.
Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour. And if their wisdoms be misled in this, Whore spirits toil in frame of villainies. These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour,
Leon. I know not : If they speak but truth of her,
my means, Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends,
they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Pause a while,
Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her beball
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
Being that I flow in grief,
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.
( Ereunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato, Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this wbile ?
Bene. Lady Beatrice, bare you wept all this wbile!
Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her beba"
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise Fod:
Being that I low in griel,
For to strange sores strangely they strain the cure
(Eseunt Friar, Hero, and Leoral.
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me,
Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. - I am sorry for my cousin. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you.
Beat. Will you not cat your word ? Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: 1 protest, I love thee. Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was about to protest I loved you. Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that nono Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Beat. Kill Claudio. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Bcat. I am gone, though I am hero, – There is 110 I love in you : - Nay, I pray you, let me go.
Bene Beatrice, Beat. In faith, I will go. Bene. We'll be friends first. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? until they come to take hands, and then, with public
is left to protest.
with mine enemy.
accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,
Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;
Beal. Sweet Hero! - she is wronged, she is slan dered, she is undone.
Bcat. Princes and counties ! Surely, a princels teko timony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surels ! o, that I were man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted iuto courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: ka is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie. and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing. therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I love thee.
Beal. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio bath wronged Hero ?
Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul.
Bone. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him I will kiss your hand, and to leave you: By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin: must say, she is dead; and so, farewell.
SCENE II.-A Prison. Enter DOGBERRY, Verges, and Serton, in gowns: and the iVulch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. Dogo. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Verg, o, a stool and a cushion for the sexton ! Sexton. Which be the malefactors Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.
Perg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition to examine.
Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined ? Let them come before master constable.
Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.- What is your name, friend!
Verg. When the mass, that it is. yourselves Dogb.
49 Dogb. Pray write down - Borachio. -Yours, sirrah? Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.
Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. -
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him. -- Come you hither, sirrah ; are randes e abrear, sir; I say to you, it is thought you Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.
Well, stand aside. - 'Fore God, they are both a tale: Have you writ down that they are none !
Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine ; you must call forth the watch, that are their
Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way: Let the watch come forth. - Masters, 1 charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. Watch. This
said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain. Dogb.
down- prince John a villain :- Why "Bordlam Pascureconocoll a prince's brother - villain. Pray thee, fellow,
peace; I do not like thy Sexton. What heard you him say else ? 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand Dogb. Flat bur of Don John, for accusing lady Hero wrongfully.
burglary, as ever was committed. Sexton. else, fellow? 1 Wateh. And that count Claudio did mean, upon
words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, Dogb. O villain! thou will be condemned into everlasting Sexton. What else?
rederoption for this. 2 Watch. This is all.
Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can dens. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very