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Against her maiden truth. Call me a fool;
Friar, it cannot be
: Thou see'st, that all the grace that she hath left, Is, that she will not add to her damnation
sin she not denies it : Way seek's thou then to cover with excuse Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of ?
ich appears in proper nakedness ? If I know more of any Hero. They
that do accuse me; I know none : Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Let all
in the princes.
if they wrong her honour, Leon. I know not : If they speak but truth of her, Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, meiner
my means, Nor my bad life rest me so much of friends, they shall find, awaked
in such a kind, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, Ability
in means, and choice of friends, To quit me of them throughly.
Pause a while,
family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites, Leon. What shall become of this ? What will this do?
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, O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the
e market-place. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ; Bcat. Talk with a man out at a window ? - a proper Bene. Nay, but, 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.
gowns: and the iVulch, with CONRADE and
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!
hope. 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 proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How ansver you for Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. I will go about with him. -- Come you hither, sirrah ;
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but 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.
said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain.
down- prince John a villain :- Why this is flat "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