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Degt. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pander white and blaek,) this plaintiff here, the ders, and a whole book full of these quondam carGender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the remembered in his punishment: And also, the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so watch heard them talk of one Deformned: they say, truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love: he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme ; I have tried ; od borrows money in God's name; the which he i can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innobath used so long, and never paid, that now men cent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme ; for grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's school, fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous endsake : Pray you, examine him upon that point. ings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet,

Lør. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. nor I cannot woo in festival terms. Dogte Your worship speaks like a most thankful sad reverend youth; and I praise God for you.

Enter BEATRICE. Leon. There's for thy pains.

Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called Dagt. God save the foundation!

thee? Lees. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. I thank thee.

Bene. O, stay but till then ! Destino I leave an arrant knave with your worship; Beat. Then, is spoken ; fare you well now:which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, fa the example of others. God keep your worship; which is, with knowing what hath passed between I wish your worship well; God restore you to health: you and Claudio. I bumbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will meeting may be wished, God prohibit it. - Come, kiss thee. neighbouz.

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul (Ereunt DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Watch. wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome ; Lun. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. therefore I will depart unkissed. Asi. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to- Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his morrow.

right sense, so forcible is thy wit : But, I must tell D. Pero. We will not fail.

thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ; Claud.

To-night I'll mourn with Hero. and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will

(Eseunt Don Pedro and Claudio. subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first Margaret,

fall in love with me? Hex bez acquaintance grew with this lewd follow. Beat. For them all together; which maintained

(Exeunt. so politick a state of evil, that they will not admit

any good part to intermingle with them. But for SCENE IL - Leonato's Garden. which of my good parts did you first suffer love for Ester BEXEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.

Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet ! I do suffer Bere. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de love, indeed, for I love thee against my will, serte well at my hands, by helping me to the speech Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! Beatrice.

poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite Marz. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise it for yours; for I will never love that which my of my beanty?

friend hates. Bone. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Ering shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, Beat. It appears not in this confession : there's se deservest it.

not one wise man among twenty, that will praise Marz. To have no man come over me? why, himself. Bal I always keep below stairs ?

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that Bere. Top wit is as quick as the greyhound's lived in the time of good neighbours : if a man do mount, it catches.

not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he Harg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, shall live no longer in monument, than the bell stic hit, but lurt not.

rings, and the widow weeps. Beze. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not Beat. And how long is that, think you? burt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : Bene. Question ? - Why, an hour in clamour, I give thee the bucklers.

and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most exMarz. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of pedient for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, er een

find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the Bere. If you use them, Margaret, you must put trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear weapoas for maids.

witness, is praise-worthy,) and now tell me, How Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I doth your cousin ? tünk, bath legs


Beat. Very ill.
Benz. And therefore will con

Bene. And how do you?
The god of love,


Beat. Very ill too.
Tkat sits above,

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend : there
And knows me, and knows me,

will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. How pitiful I deserve,

Enter URSULA. I mean, in singing ; but in loving. - Leander the Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle;




yonder's old coil at home : it is proved, my lady Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Claudio mightily abus'd; and Don John is the au- Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, thor of all, who is filed and gone; will you coine Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; presently?

And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour

Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and To visit me :- You know your office, brother ; he buried in thy cycs; and, moreover, I will go

with You must be father to your brother's daughter, thee to thy uncle's.

[Exeunt. And give her to young Claudio. (Exeunt Ladies.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counteSCENE III. The Inside of a Church.

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants, with

Friar. To do what, signior ? musick and tapers.

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them. Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Atten. It is, my lord.

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Claud. (Reads from a scroll.]

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her ; 'Tis most

Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies :

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from

Gives her fame which never dies :
So the life, that died with shame,

From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your
Lives in death with glorious fame.


Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical :
Hang thon there upon the tomb, [affixing it. But, for my will, my will is, your good will
Praising her when I am dumb.

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
Now, musick, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. In the estate of honourable marriage ;-

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. SONG.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.

Pardon, Goddess of the night,

And my help.
Those that slew thy virgin knight;

Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
For the which, with songs of woe,

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan ;

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.
Help us to sigh and groan,

Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow,
Heavily, heavily :

Claudio ;
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,

We here attend you ; Are you yet determin’d
Till death be uttered,

To-day to marry with my brother's daughter ? Heavily, heavily

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar Claud. Now unto thy bones good night!


[Erit ANTONIO Yearly will I do this rite.

D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put your

the matter,
torches out:
The wolves have prey'd : and look, the gentle So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness ?

That you have such a February face,

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull : Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about

Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray:

And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;
Thanks to you all, and leave us ; fare you well.
Claud. Good morrow, masters ; each his several when he would play the noble beast in love.

As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other

And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, weeds; And then to Leonato's we will go.

And got a calf in that same noble feat,

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speeds,

Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked. Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!

Claud. For this I owe you : here come other [Ereunt.

reckonings. SCENE IV. - A Room in Leonato's House. Which is the lady I must seize upon ?

Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE,

Claud. Why, then she's mine: Swect, let me see Ursula, Friar, and Hero. Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd

hand her,

Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Upon the error that you heard debated :

Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; But Margaret was in some fault for this ;

I am your husband, if you like of me. Although against her will, as it appears

Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : In the true course of all the question.

(Unmaskug. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. And when you lov'd, you were my other husband.


your face.



(sud. Another Hero?

Beat. I would not deny you ;- but, by this good Nothing certainer : day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, (he Hero died defil'd; but I do live,

to save your life, for I was told you were in a conAsd, surely as I live, I am a maid.

sumption. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Benc. Peace, I will stop your mouth. Leon. She died my lord, but whiles her slander

(Kissing her. lived.

D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick"the married Frier. All this amazement can I qualify;

man? Then, after that the holy rites are ended,

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit11 tell you largely of fair Hero's death:

crackers cannot fout me out of my humour: Dost Nan time, let wonder seem familiar,

thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram ? No: And to the chapel let us presently.

if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear Beaz. Soft and fair, friar. - Which is Beatrice? nothing handsome about him : In brief, since I do Beit. I answer to that name; (Unmasking.] propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purWhat is your will ?

pose that the world can say against it; and thereBene. Do not you love me?

fore never flout at me for what I have said against Beat.

No, no more than reason. it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluBere. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and sion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have Claudio,

beaten thee ; but in that thou art like to be my Have been deceived ; for they swore you did. kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. Beat. Do not you love me?

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have deBene.

No, no more than reason. nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer ; Ursula,

which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin Are such deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did. do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bere. They swore that you were almost sick Bene. Come, come, we are friends : — let's have a for me.

dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our Beste They swore that you were well-nigh dead own hearts, and our wives' heels. for ine.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bere. 'Tis no such matter : - Then you do not Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play mu. love me?

sick. Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure your love the wife : there is no staff more reverend than one tipped gentleman.

with horn. Cand. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; For bere's a paper, written in his hand,

Enter a Messenger. A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, #

Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in Tation's to Beatrice.

flight, Hero.

And here's another. And brought with armed men back to Messina. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow ; I'll deContaining her affection unto Benedick.

vise thee brave punishments for him. - Strike up, Bere. A miracle! here's our own hands against pipers.

(Dance. our hearts! - Come, I will have thee; but, by thuis

[Exeunt. Egtet, I take thee for pity.


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THESEUS, Duke of Athens.

Oberon, king of the fairies. Egeus, father to Hermia.

Titania, queen of the fairies. LYSANDER,

Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a fairy. DEMETRIUS, in love with Hermia.

Peas-BLOSSOM, PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus. COBWEB,


fairies. Quince, the carpenter. SNUG, the joiner.

MUSTARD-SEED, Bortom, the weaver.

Pyramus, FLUTE, the bellows-mender.


characters in the Interlude performed SNOUT, the tinker.


by the Clowns. STARVELING, the tailor.


HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander, Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. Helena; in love with Demetrius.

SCENE, - ATHENS, and a Wood not far from it.


SCENE I. - Athens. A Room in the Palace of | Enter Egeus, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS.


Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!

The. Thanks, good Egeus : What's the news with Attendants.

thee? The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how slow Stand forth, Demetrius ; - My noble lord, This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires, This man hath my consent to marry her :Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

Stand forth, Lysander ; — and, my gracious duke, Long withering out a young man’s revenue. This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, nights ;

And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : Four nights will quickly dream away the time; Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, And then the moon, like to a silver bow

With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; New bent in heaven, shall behold the night

And stol'n the impression of her fantasy Of our solemnities.

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, The. Go, Philostrate,

Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments ; Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth : Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, The pale companion is not for our pomp.

To stubborn harshness : — And, my gracious dube,

(Exit PhilosTRATE. Be it so she will not here before your grace Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

Consent to marry with Demetrius, And won thy love, doing thee injuries;

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; But I will wed thee in another key,

As she is mine, I may dispose of her: With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. Which shall be either to this gentleman,

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Or to her death ; according to our law,

And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Immediately provided in that case.

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, The What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair Upon this spotted and inconstant man. maid ;

The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, To you your father should be as a god;

And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one But, being over-full of self-affairs, To whom you are but as a form in wax,

My mind did lose it. — But, Demetrius, come ; By him imprinted, and within his power

And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

I have some private schooling for you both. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Ha. So is Lysander,

To fit your fancies to your father's will ;
In himself he is :

Or else the law of Athens yields you up
But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, (Which by no means we may extenuate,)
The other must be held the worthier.

To death, or to a vow of single life. Her. I would, my father look'd but with my Come, my Hippolyta; What cheer, my love ? eyes.

Demetrius, and Egeus, go along: The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment I must employ you in some business look.

Against our nuptial ; and confer with you Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. I know not by what power I am made bold; Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow you. Sor bow it may concern my modesty,

(Exeunt Thes. Hır. E.E. DEM. and train. la such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so But I beseech your grace that I may know

pale ? The worst that may befal me in this case,

How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could well The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Beteem them from the tempest of inine eyes. For ever the society of men.

Lys. Ah me! for ought that ever I could read, Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Could ever hear by tale or history, Keow of your youth, examine well your blood, The course of true love never did run smooth: Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, But, either it was different in blood; You can endure the livery of a nun;

Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low! For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; To live a barren sister all your life,

Her. O spite ! too old to be engag'd to young! Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends : Turice blessed they, that master so their blood, Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye! To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :

Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Making it momentary as a sound,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;

He. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
Ere I4ill yield my virgin patent up

That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke

And ere a man bath power to say, - Behold! My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

The jaws of darkness do devour it up : The. Take time to pause; and, by the next new So quick bright things come to confusion. moon

Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, It stands as an edíct in destiny : For nerlasting bond of fellowship,)

Then let us teach our trial patience, Upon that day either prepare to die,

Because it is a customary cross; Fæ disobedience to your father's will ;

As due to love, as thoughts and dreams, and sighs, Otelse, to wed Demetrius, as he would :

Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Os on Diana's altar to protest,

Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear me Far aye, austerity and single life.

Hermia. Dea Relent, sweet Herinia ; - And, Lylander, I have a widow aunt, a dowager yield

Of great revenue, and she hath no child; They crazed title to my certain right.

From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; ign You have her father's love, Demetrius; And she respects me as her only son. Let me hare Hermia's : do you marry him. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;

Ege. Scornful Lysander ! 'true he hath my love; And to that place the sharp Athenian law And what is mine iny love shall render him; Cannot pursue us: If thou lov'st me then, And she is mise ; and all my right of her

Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night ; I do estate unto Demetrius.

And in the wood, a league without the town,
L. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
As well possess'd ; my love is more than his ; To do observance to a morn of May,
My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,

There will I stay for thee.
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';


My good Lysander ! And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow; I an belord of beauteous Herinia :

By his best arrow with the golden head ; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By the simplicity of Venus' doves ; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,

And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen.


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