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with us.

Bora. I mean,

pray you, watch about signior Leonato's door ; for but chiefly by iny villainy, which did confirm any die wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great slander that Don John had made, away went Clau. cuil to-night: Adieu, be vigitant, I beseech you. dio enraged ; swore he would meet her as he was

(Ereunt Dogeerry and Venges. appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, Enter Borachio ana CONRADE.

before the whole congregation, shame her with what

he saw over-night, and send her home again without Bira. What! Conrade,

a husband. Watch. Peace, stir not.

(Aside. 1 Iatch. We charge you in the prince's name, Bura. Conrade, I say !

stand. Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

2 Watch. Call up the right master Constable : we Bura. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought, have here recovered the most dangerous piece of Here would a scab follow.

lechery that ever was known in the commonwealth. Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and now I Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I forward with thy tale.

know him, he wears a lock. Burra. Stand 'thee close then under this pent. Con. Masters, masters. liouse, for it drizzles rain ; and I will, like a true 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, drunkard, utter all to thee.

I warrant you. Walch. (aside.) Some treason, masters; yet stand Con. Masters, – close.

1 Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us Bora. Therefore know, I have carned of Donobey you to go Juhn a thousand ducats.

Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, Con. Is it possible that any villainy should be so being taken up of tliese men's bills. dear?

Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were possi- | Come, we'll obey you. ole any villainy should be so rich; for when rich villuns have need of poor ones, poor ones may SCENE IV. - A Room in Leonato's Ilouse. mke what price they will. Cun. I wonder at it.

Enter Hero, MARGARIT, and Ursula. Bora. That shows, thou art unconfirmed : Thou Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, & lowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a and desire her to rise. cloak, is nothing to a man.

Urs. I will, lady. Con. Yes, it is apparel.

Hero. And bid her come hither. the fashion

Urs. Well.

[Erit Ursula. Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato were Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the better. fiul. But see'st thou not what a deformed thief this

Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. fashion is?

Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I Match. I know that Deformed; he has been a warrant, your cousin will say so. sile thief this seven year; he goes up and down like Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; a gentleman: I remember his name.

I'll wear none but this. Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody?

Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house.

the hair were a thought browner : and your gown's Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of thief this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all Milan's gown, that they praise so. the hot bloods, between fourteen and five and thirty? TIero. O, that exceeds, they say. sometime, fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers Marg. By my troth it's but a night gown in in the reechy painting ; sometime, like god Bel's respect of your's: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced priests in the old church window, sometime, like with silver ; set with pearls, down sleeves, sidethe shaven Hercules in the sinirched worm-eaten sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blueish lapestry, where his cod-piece seems as massy as his tinsel : but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excelclub?

lent fashion, yours is worth ten on't. Con. All this I see; and see, that the fashion Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart wears out more apparel than the man : But art not is exceeding heavy! thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou Mary. "Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion ?

Hero. Fye upon thee! art not ashamed ? Bora. Not so neither : but know, that I have to- Marg. Of what lady? of speaking honourably? night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentle- | Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not Woman, by the name of Hero; she leans me out at your lord honourable without marriage! I think, her mistress' chamber window, bids me a thousand you would have me say, saving your reverence, -

I tell this tale vilely: - I should a husband : an bad thinking do not wrest true speakfirst iell thee, how the Prince, Claudio, and my ing, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm in fnaster, planted, and placed, and possessed by my the heavier for a husband ? None, I think, an it be master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this the right husband, and the right wife ; otherwise

'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? else, here she comes. Bora. Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio;

Enter BEATRICE. but the devil my master knew she was Margaret ; and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them,

Hero. Good morrow, coz. partly by the dark night, which didi deceive them, Bent. Good morrow, sweet Hero.


times good night,

umiable encounter.

Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you sce, 'tis a busy tune?

time with me. Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks.

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir. Marg. Clap us into — Light o' love; that goes l'erg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. without a burden ; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. Leon. What is it, my good friends.

Beat. Yea, Light v' love, with your heels! - then Doub. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little of if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he the matter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not shall lack no barns.

so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows. with my heels.

Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any Beat. "Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time man living, that is an old man, and no honester you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill :- than I. hey bo!

Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neighMarg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? bour Verges. Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we no more sailing by the star.

are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine Beat. What means the fool, trow ?

own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could Marg. Nothing I ; but God send every one their find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. heart's desire !

Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more an excellent perfume.

than 'tis : for I hear as good exclamation on your Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. worship, as of any man in the city; and though I

Marg. A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly catch- be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it. ing of cold.

Verg. And so am I. Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how long Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. have you profess'd apprehension ?

Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit your worship’s presence, have ta'en a couple of as become me rarely ?

arrant knaves as any in Messina. Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it Dogb. A good old man, sir ; he will be talking; in your cap. By my troth, I am sick.

as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out ; God Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus help us! it is a world to see! Well said, i'faith, Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only neighbour Verges : — well, God's a good man; an thing for a qualm.

two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind : Hero. There thou prick’st her with a thistle. An honest soul, i'faith, sir ; by my troth he is, as

Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have ever broke bread : but God is to be worshipped : some moral in this Benedictus.

All men are not alike ; alas, good neighbour ! Marg. Moral ? no, by my troth, I have no moral Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of ineaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may you. think, perchance, that I think you are in love : nay, Dogb. Gifts, that God gives. by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; Leon. I must leave you. nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, incannot think, if I would think my heart out of deed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and we thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in would have them this morning examined before love, or that you can be in love : yet Benedick was your worship. such another, and now is he become a man : he Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging : and how you may be converted, I know not; but, me- Dogb. It shall be suffigance. thinks, you look with your eyes as other women do. Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ?
Marg. Not a false gallop.

Enter a Messenger.
Re-enter URSULA.

Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count,

daughter to her husband. signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants

Leon. I will wait upon them ; I am reaay. of the town, are come to fetch you to church.

[Ereunt LEONATO and Messenger. Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis good Ursula.

[Exeunt. Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the

gaol : we are now to examination these men. SCENE V. - Another Room in Leonato's House. Verg. And we must do it wisely. Enter LEONATO, with Dogberry and Verges.

Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ;

here's that touching his forehead.) shall drive some Leon. What would you with me, honest neigh- of them to a non com : only get the learned writer tour?

to set down our excommunication, and meet me at Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence the gaol.

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unto you.


are true.

SCENE I. - The Inside of a Church. As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown ;

But you are more intemperate in your blood Enter Don PEDRO, Don John, LEONATO, Friar,

Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, Hero, and BEATRICE, &c.

That rage in savage sensuality. Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wille? plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? particular duties afterwards.

D. Pedro.

What should I speak ? Frur. You come hither, mylord, to marry this lady? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Claud. No.

To link my dear friend to a common stale. Leon. To be married to her, friar ; you come to Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream? marry her.

D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this count?

Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Hero. I do.


True, O Gud Friar. If either of you know any inward impedi- Claud. Leonato, stand I here? ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge Is this the prince ? Is this the prince's brother? Fou, on your souls, to utter it.

Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? Claud. Know you any, Hero?

Leon. All this is so; But what of this, my lord ? Hero. None, my lord.

Claud. Let me but move one question to your Friar. Know you any, count?

daughter; Leon. I dare make his answer, none.

And, by that fatherly and kindly power Claud. 0, what men dare do! what men may do! That you have in her, bid her answer truly. what men daily do! not knowing what they do! Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.

Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then some Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset! be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he!

What kind of catechising call you this? Claud. Stand thee by, friar :- - Father, bs vour Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. leave;

Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Will you with free and unconstrained soul

With any ju it reproach? Give me this maid, your daughter ?


Marry, that can Hero; Lem. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose What man was he talk'd with you yesternight worth

Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Clau. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank- D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. fulness.

Leonato, There, Leonato, take her back again ;

I am sorry you must hear ; Upon mine honour, Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :- Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Behold, how like a maid she blushes here :

Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; O, what authority and show of truth

Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, Can cunning sin cover itself withal !

Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Comes not that blood, as modest evidence,

A thousand times in secret. To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, D. John.

Fy, fye! they are All you that see her, that she were a maid,

Not to be nam'd my lord, not to be spoke of; By these exterior shows? But she is none :

There is not chastity enough in language. She knows the heat of a luxurious bed :

Without offence, to utter them : Thus, pretty lady, Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?

Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Claud.

Not to be married, If half thy outward graces had been placed Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell, Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! And made defeat of her virginity,

For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
Claud. know what you would say ; If I have And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,

To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, And never shall it more be gracious.
And so extenuate the 'forehand sin :

Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?

[Hero swoons. I never tempted her with word too large;

Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink But, as a brother to his sister show'd Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

D. John. Come, let us go : these things, come Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?

thus to light, Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write agair st it: Smother her spirits up. You seem to me as Dian in her orb ;

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Bene. How doth the lady?

Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse Beat.

Dead, I think ; - help, uncle; That which appears in proper nakedness? Hero! why, Hero! — Uncle !-- Signior Benedick! Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? friar !

Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Death is the fairest cover for her shame,

If I know more of any man alive. That may be wish'd for.

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Beat.

How now, cousin Hero? Let all my sins lack mercy! O my father, Friar. Have comfort, lady.

Prove you that any man with me convers'd Leon.

Dost thou look up? At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Frar. Yea; Wherefore should she not?

Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, I.eon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. thing

Friur. There is some strange misprision in the Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny

princes. The story that is printed in her blood ?

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; Do not live, Hero ; do not ope thine eyes :

And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
For did I think thou would’st not quickly die, The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.
Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,

Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one? These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her hoChid I for that at frugal nature's frame?

nour, 0, one too much by thee! Why had I one ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Why had I not with charitable hand,

Nor age so eat up my invention, Took up a beggar's issue at my gates;

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
I might have said, No part of it is mine,

But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
This shame derives itself from unknown loins ? Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
But mine, and mine ) lov’d, and mine I prais'd, Ability in means, and choice of friends,
And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, To quit me of them throughly.
That I myself was to myself not mine,


Pause a while,
Valuing of her ; why, she - (), she is fallen And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea

Your daughter here the princes left for dead;
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
And salt too little, which may season give

And publish it that she is dead indeed :
To her foul tainted flesh!

Maintain a mourning ostentation ; Bene.

Sir, sir, be patient : And on your family's old monument For my part I am so attir'd in wonder,

Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites I know not what to say.

That appertain unto a burial. Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied !

Leon. What shall become of this? What will Bene. Lady, where you her bedfellow last night?

this do? Beat. No, truly not; although, until last night Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.

Leon. Confirm’d, confirm'd! O, that is stronger Change slander to remorse; that is some good:

But not for that, dream I on this strange course,
Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! But on this travail look for greater birth.
Would the two princes lie? and Claudio lie? She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,
Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Upon the instant that she wa accus'd,
Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her ; let her Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,

Of every hearer: For it so falls out,
Friar. Hear me a little ;

That what we have we prize not to the worth, For I have only been silent so long,

Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, And given way unto this course of fortune,

Why, then we rack the value, then we find By noting of the lady ; I have mark'd ·

The virtue, that possession would not show us A thousand blushing apparitions start

Whiles it was ours: So will it fare with Claudio :
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames

When he shall hear she died upon his words,
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,

Into his study of imagination ;
To burn the errors that these princes hold

And every lovely organ of her life
Against her maiden truth : Call me a fool ; Shall come apparell’d in more precious habit,
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,

More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant

Into the eye and prospect of his soul, The tenour of my book; trust not my age,

Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall he mourr. My reverence, calling, nor divinity,

(If ever love had interest in his liver), If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here

And wish he had not so accused her; Under some biting error.

No, though he thought his accusation true.

Friar, it cannot be : Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, Will fashion the event in better shape
Is, that she will not add to her damnation

Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
A sin of perjury ; she not deniss it :

But if all aim but this be leveli'd false,


The supposition of the lady's death

kinswoman? -0, that I were a man! - What: Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

bear her in hand until they come to take hands; And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her and then with public accusation, uncovered slander, (As best befits her wounded reputation,)

unmitigated rancour, - () God, that I were a man! In some reclusive and religious life,

I would eat his heart in the market-place. Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ; Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ? And though, you know, my inwardness and love

proper saying. Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ; Yet, by mine honour I will deal in this

Beat. Sweet Hiero' - she is wronged, she is slanAs secretly, and justly as your soul

dered, she is undone. Should with your body.

Bene. Beat Leun.

Being that I flow in grief, Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely The smallest twine may lead me.

testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, Friar. "Tis well consented; presently away; surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I For to strange sores strangely they strain the had any friend would be a man for my sake! But

manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into comCome, lady, die to live : this wedding day,

pliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Mercules, endure.

that only tells a lie, and swears it :- I cannot be a (Ereunt Friar, Hero, and LEONATO. man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this with grieving. while?

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand, I Beat. Yea, and I will weep awhile longer.

love thee. Bene. I will not desire that.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way thay Bent. 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 soul. me that would right her!

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

As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.

youș cousin : I must say, she is dead; and so, Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as farewell.

(Exeunt. you ; Is not that strange?

SCENE II. -A Prison. Berit. As strange as the thing I know not : It

Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns : "vere as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not ;

and the Watch, with CONRADE and Borachio. I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :

Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? sorry for my cousin.

Very. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton ! Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Serton. Which be the malefactors ? Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Doub. Marry, that am I and my partner. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me ; and Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibitions I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you.

to examine. Bent. Will you not eat your word ?

Serton. But which are the offenders that are to be Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it : examined ? let them come before master constable. I protest, I love thee.

Doub. Yea, marry, let them come before me. Bent. Why then, God forgive me !

What is your name, friend? Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ?

Bora, Borachio. Bent. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was Dogb. Pray write down - Borachio. Yours, about to protest I loved you.

sirrah? Bene. And do it with all thy heart.

Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that Conrade.

Dogb. Write down - master gentleman Conrade. Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. · Masters, do you serve God ? Beat. Kill Claudio.

Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.

Dogb. Write down - that they hope they serve Beat. You kill me to deny it : Farewell.

- and write God first; for God defend but Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

God should go before such villains! - Masters, it is Beat. I am gone, though I am here ; There is proved already that you are litile better than false

· Nay, I pray you, let me go. knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Bene. Beatrice,

How answer you for yourselves ? Bent. In faith, I will go.

Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Bene. We'll be friends firsi.

Doub. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ; Beal. You dare easier be friends with me, than but I will go about with him. - Come you hither,

sirrah ; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?

thought you are false knaves. Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vil- Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. lain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my Dogb. Well, stana asiae. Fore Goa, they are

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