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Why bad I not, with charitable hand,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them througbly.
Let her a while be secretly kept in,
And on your family's old monument
That appertain unto a burial.
this do To her foul tainted flesh !
Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Bene. Sir, Sir, be patient ;
But not for that, dream I on tbis strange course,
Upon tbe instant that she was accus'd, Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last Sball be lamented, pitied, and excus'd, night,
of every hearer : For it so falls out, I bave this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. That what we have we prize not to the worth, Leon. Confirm'd, coufirin'd! Oh! that is Whiles • we enjoy it ; but being lach'd and lost, stronger inade,
Why, then we rack + the value ; then we find Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ! The virtue, that possession would not show us Would the two princes lie i and Claudio lie? Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with ClanWho lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foul
dio : ness,
When he sball bear she died upon this words, Wash'd it with tears ? Hence from her ; let her The idea of ber life shall sweetly creep die.
Into his study of imagination ; Friar. Hear me a little ;
And every lovely organ of ber life
Shall come apparell's in more precious habil,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Tban when she liv'd indeed :--ben sball be
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy : Under some biting error.
And, if it sort not well, you may couceal her, Leon, Friar, cannot be :
(As best befits her wounded reputation,) Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath in some reclusive and religious life, leit,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Is, that she will not add to her damnation
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : A sin of perjury ; sbe not denies it :
Aud though, you know, my inwarduess g and Why seek'st thou tben to cover with excuse
love That which appears in proper nakedness? Is very much onto the prince and Claudio, Friur. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this of?
As secretly and justly, as your soul Hero. They know, that do accuse me ; ! know Should with your body.
I know more of any man alive, (none : Leon. Being ibat I now in grief, Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant The smallest twine may lead me. Let all my sins lack mercy !-o my father,
Friar. 'Tis well consented: presently away; Prove you that any man with me convers'd
For to strange sores straugely they straiu At hours ilumeet, or that I yesternight
the cure. Maintain'd the cbange of words with any crea. Come, lady, die to live : this wedding day, ture,
Perhaps, is but prolong'd: have patience, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
aud endure.. Friur. There is some strange misprisont in
(Exeunt PRIAR, Hero, aud LEONATO. the princes.
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Bene, Two of them have the very bent of ho. while ? nour;
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a wbile longer.
Bene, I will not desire that.
Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is
Beat. Ah ! how much might the man deserve
Bene, is there any way to show such friend.
Bene. May a man do it?
Beat. is strange as the thing I know not : Sexton. Which be the malefactors ? It were as possible for the to say, I loved nothing Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. so well as you : but believe ine not ; and yet Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhiI lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :bition to examine. -I am sorry for my cousin.
Sexton. But wbich are the offenders that are Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. to be examined ? let them come before inaster Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.
Constable. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me ; Dogb Yea, marry, let them come before me.and I will make him eat it, that says, I love What is your name, friend ? not you.
Bora. Boracbio. Beat. Will you not eat your word ?
Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.--Yours, Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to sirrah? it : 1 protest, I love thee.
Con. I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is Beat. Why then, God forgive me !
Conrade. Bene. What cffence, sweet Beatrice ?
Dogb. Write down-master gentleman ConBeat. You have staid me in a bappy hour ; rade.-- Masters, do you serve God ? I was about to protest, I loved you.
Con. Boru. Yea, Sir, we hope. Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
Dagb. Write down-that they hope they serve Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, God -and write God first ; for God defend that none is left to protest.
but God should go before such villains !--Mas. Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. ters, it is proved already that you are little bet. Beat. Kill Claudio.
ter than false klaves; and it will go near to be Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world.
thought so sbortly. How answer you for your. Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. selves? Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
Con. Marry, Sir, we say we are none. Beat. I am gone, though I am bere ;- There Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ; is no love in you :--Nay, I pray you, let me go. but I will go about with him.-Corne you hither, Bene. Beatrice,
sirrah ; a word in your ear, Sir; I say to you, it Beat. In faith, I will go.
is thought you are false knaves. Bene. We'll be friends first.
Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, Dogh. Well, stand aside.--'Fore God, they are than tight with mine enemy.
both in a tale : Have you writ downl—that they Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
are none 3 Beat. Is he not approved in the height a Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way villain, that bath slandered, scorned, dishon. to examine ; you must call forth the watch that oured my kinswoman ?-Oh! that I were a man! are their accusers. -What i bear her in hand • until they coine to Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way :-take hands; and then with public accusation, Let the watch cuine forth :- Masters, I charge uncovered slander, unmitigated raicour,-0 God, you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the Watch. This man said, Sir, ibat Don Jobu, market place.
the prince's brother, was a viliain. Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;
Dogb. Write downl-prince John a villain :Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a Why this is Alat perjury, to call a prince's broproper saying!
ther-villain. Bene. Nay bat, Beatrice ;-.
Bora, Master constable,Beat. Sweet Hero !--sbe is wronged, she is Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace ; I do not like slandered, she is undone.
thy look, I promise thee. Bene, Beat
Serton. What beard you him say else ? Beat. Princes, and counties ! + Surely, a 2 Watch. Marry, that he bad received a thouprincely testimony, a goodly count-copfect; t a sand ducals of Don John, for accusing the lady sweet gallant surely ! o that I were a man for Hero wrongfully. bis sake! or that I had any friend would be a
Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. man for my sake! But manhood is melted into
Vorg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. courtesies, % valour into compliment, and men Serton. What else, fellow ? are only tarned into tongue, and trim ones too : 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the a lie, and swears it :-! cannot be a man with whole assembly, and not marry ber. wishing, therefore I will die a woman with
Dogb. O villain ! thou wilt be condemned into grieving.
everlasting redemption for this. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this band, I Serton. What else ? love thee.
2 Watch. This is all. Beat. Use it for my love some other way tban
Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you swearing by it.
can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly Bene. Think you in your soul the count Clau. stolen anay; Hero was in this manner accused, dio hath wronged Hero?
in this very manner refused, and upon the grief Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a of this, suddenly died.- Master constable, let soul.
these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's ; Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge I will go before, and show him their examinahim ; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : lion.
(Eril. By this hand, Claudio sball render me a dear Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. account : As you hear of me, so think of me.
Verg. Let thein be in band.. Go, comfort your cousiu : I must say, sbe is Con. Off, coxcomb! dead ; and so, farewell.
(Eseurt. Dogb. God's my life! wbere's the sexton ?
let him write down-the prince's officer, cox. SCENE 11.-A Prison.
comb.--Come, bind them :--Thou naughty
varlet! Enter DOG BERRY, VERGES, and SEXTON, in Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. gowns ; and the WATCH, with Conrade and
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect
my place? BARACH10.
Dost thou not suspect my years 1-0 that he Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? were here to write me down-an ass !-but,
Verg. Oh! a stool and a cushion for the masters, remember, that I am an ass; though sexton !
it be not written down, yet forget not that I am
an ass :-No, tholi villain, thou art full of piely, • Delade her with hopes.
+ N blamen. A nobleman made out of sugar.
as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling,
(Ereunt. If it should give your age such cause of fear :
In faiin, iny band meant nothing to my sword.
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool ;
What I have done being young, or what would SCENE 1.--Before LEONATO's House.
Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head,
Thou bast so wrong'd mine innocent child and
That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; [me,
Do challenge thee to trial of a man. Against yourself.
I say, thou bast belied mine innocent child ; Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Th, slander hath gone through and through her
And she lies buried with her ancestors : [heart,
Save this of her's fram'd by thy villany.
(laud. My villany! Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Leon. Thine, Claudio ; thine I say. Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. And hid bin speak of patience ;
Leon. My lord, my lord,
Despite his nice fence, and bis active practice, *
kill'd my child ;
Aut. He sball kill two of us, and men indeed : Patoh grief with proverbs ; make misfortune But that's no matter ; let bim kill one first ;drunk
Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,--
Sır boy, I'll whip you from your foining + fence;
my niece ; Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains ;
Leon. Brother Antony,-
Ant. Hold you content : What, man! I know To be so moral, when he shall endure
them, yea, The like himself: therefore give me no counsel And what they weigh, even to the utmost My griefs cry louder than advertisement..
scruple : Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Scainbling, out-facing, fashion mong'ıing boys, difler.
That lie, and cog, and tout, deprave, and Leon. I pray tbee, peace : i'will be flesh and slander blood;
Go antickly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
Leon. But, brother Antony,-
your patience. My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied,
My beart is sorry for your danghter's death :
But what was true, and very full of proof. Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO.
Leon. My lord, my lord,
Ant. Here conies the prince, and Claudio,
D. Pedro. I will not hear you. hastily.
Leon. No ? D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
Brother, away I will be heard ;Claud. Good day to both of you.
Ant. And sball, Leon. Hear you, my lords,-
Or some of us will smart for it. D. Pedro. We have some baste, Leonato.
(Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO. Leon. Some haste, my lord !--well, fare you well, my lord :
Enter BENEDICK. Are you so lasty now ?---well, all is one.
D. Pedro. See, see ; here comes the man ko D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good went to seek. old man.
Claud. Now, signior ! what news!
• Skill in repcing.
Bene. Good day, my lord.
lord, for your many courtesies 1 tbank you : 1 D. Pedro. Welcoine, siguior : You are almost must discontinue your company : your brother, come to part alınost a fray.
the bastard, is fled froin Messiua : you have, ('land. We had like to have bad our two among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: 11. ses snapped off with two old men without for my lord Lack-beard, there, be and i sball teeth.
meet; and till tben, peace be with him. D. Pedro, Leonato and his brother : What
(Exit BENEDICK. think'st thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should D. Pedro. He is in earnest. have been too young for them.
Claud, in most profound earnest ; and, i'll Bene. In a false quarrel tbere is no true va- warrant you, for the love of Beatrice. lour. I came to seek you both.
D. Pedro. Aud hath challeuged thee? (laud. We have been up and down to seek Claud. Most sincerely. thee; for we are bigb-proof melancholy, and D. Pedro. What a pretty thing mau is, wben would fain bave it beaten away: Wilt thou use he goes in his doublet and buse, and leaves off thy wit?
his wit! Bene. It is in my scabbard ; Shall I draw it? D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? Enter Dog BERRY, VERGES, and the WATCH, Claud. Never any did so, though very many
with CONRADE and BORACH10. have been beside their wit.-I will bid thee Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then draw, as we do the minstrels ; draw, to plea- is an ape a doctor to such a man. sure us.
D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be ; pluck up, D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, be looks my beart, and be sad 1. Did he lot say my pale :-- Art thou sick, or angry?
brother was fled ? Claud. Wbat! courage, man! What though Dogb. Corne, you, Sir ; if justice cannot tame care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enougla in ee you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons iu ber to kill care.
balance : nay, an you be a cursing hypocrile Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, once, you must be looked to, an you charge it against mé :-1 pray you, choose D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's another subject.
men bound ! Borachio, one! Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord ! last was broke cross.
D. Pedro. Officers, what ottence bave these D. Pedro. By this light he changes more and men done? more ; I think, ne be angry indeed.
Dogb. Marry, Sir, they have committed false Claud. If he be, he knows how to turu his report; inoreover, iney bave spoken untruths : girdle. *
secondarily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? they have belied a lady ; thirdly, they have Claud. God bless me froin a challenge! verified unjust things : aud, to conclude, they
Bene. You are a villain ;-) jest not :- I will are lying knaves. make it good how you dare, with what you dare, D. Pedro. First, I ask thee wbat they have and when you dare :-Do me right, or I will done ; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence ; protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet sixth and lastly, why they are committed ; and, lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you : Let to conclude, what you lay to their charge. me hear from you.
Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own diClaud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have vision; and, by my troth, ibere's one meaning good cheer.
well suited. D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
D. Pedro. W bom have you offended, masters, Claud. l'faith, I thank him ; be bath bid + me that you are thus bound to your answer ? this to a calf's-head and a capon ; the which if I do learned constable is too cunning to be understood : not carve most curiously, say, my kuife's Daught. What's your offence ? -Shall I not find a woodcock too ?
Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes mine answer ; do you hear me, and let this easily.
count kill me. I bave deceived even your very D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised eyes : what your wisdoms could not discover, thy wit the other day : I said, thou badst a fine these shallow fools bave brought to light; who, wit ; True, says sbe, a fine little one : No, in the night, over-heard me coniessing to this said I, a great wit ; Right, says sbe, a great man, how Don John your brother incensed + me gross one : Nay, said I, a good wit ; Just, said to slander the lady Hero: how you were brought sbe, it hurts nobody: Nay, said I, the gentle into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in man is isise ; Certain, said she, a wise gentle- Hero's garment; how you disgraced her, when man : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues: That you should marry her: my villany they bave I believe, said she, for he suore a thing to me upon record; which I had rather seal with my on Monday night, which he forsuore on death, than repeat over to my shame : the lady Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue ; is dead upon mine and my master's false accusathere's tuo tongues. Tbus did she, an hour tion; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the retogether, transshape thy particular virtues ; yet ward of a villain. at last she concluded with a sigb, thou wast the D. Pedro. Ruins not this speech like iron properest man in Italy.
through your blood ? Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'd said, she cared not.
it. D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she
this? would love him dearly : the old mau's daughter Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practold us all.
tice of it Claud. All, all ; and moreover, God saw him D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram’d of when he was hid in the garden.
And Aed he is upou Iris villany. (treachery :D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth apbull's horns on the sensible Benedick's bead ?
pear Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells in the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. Benedick the married man 1
Dogo. Cume, bring away the plaintiffs ; by Bene. Fare you well, hoy; you know my this iime our Sexton lath reformed signior mind; I will leave you now to your gossip-like Leonato of the matter : Aud masters, do not for. humour ; you break jests as braggarts do their get to specify, when time aud place sball serve, blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.- My ibat i ain an ass.
• To give a challenge.
Verg. llere, here comes master signior Leo. Leon. Go, I discharge thee of tuy prisoner, and nato, and the Sexton too.
I thank thee.
Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the worship ; which, 1 beseech your worship, to Sexton.
correct yourself, for the example of otbers. Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his God keep your worship : I wish your worship eyes ;
well; God restore you to health : 1 humbly give That when I note another man like him, you leave to depait; and if a merry meeting inay I may avoid hiin : Which of these is he? be wished, God prohibit it.--Come, neighbour. Bora. If you would know your wronger look (Ereunt DOG BERRY, VERGES, and WATCH.
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, tareLeon. An thon the slave, that with thy breath
well. hast killid
Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you Mine innocent child ?
to-morrow. Bora. Yea, even I alone.
D. Pedro. We will not fail. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beli'st thy. Claud. To-night I'll nourn with Hero. self;
(Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Here stand a pair of honourable inen,
Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk A third is ted, that had a hand in it:
with Margaret, I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death ; How her acquaintance grew with this lewd. Record it with your bigh and wortby deeds ;
(Exeunt. 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden. Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge your Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.
self ; Impose * me to what penance your invention
Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, Can lay upon my siu : yet sinu'd I not,
deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the But in mistaking.
speech of Beatrice. D. Pedro. By my soul, nor 1;
Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
praise of my beauty ? I would bend under any heavy weight
Bene. In so bighi a style, Margaret, that no Tbat he'll enjoin me to.
man living shall come over it : for, in most Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, comely truth, thou deservest it. That were impossible ; but, I pray you both,
Marg. Tu have no man come over me? why, Possess + the people in Messina here
shall I always keep below stairs ? How innocent she died; and, if your love
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's Can labour aught in sad iivention,
mouth, it catches. Hang her an epitaph upor: ber tomb,
Marg. Aud Jour's as blunt as the fencer's And sing it to her bones ; sing it to-night :-
foils, which hit, but hurt not. To-inorrow morning come you to my house ;
Bene. A inostianly wit, Margaret, it will And since you could not be my son-in-law,
not hurt a Woinan ; and so, I pray ibee, call Be yet my nephew : my broiber hath a daugh Beatrice : 1 give thee the bucklers. ter,
Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers Almost the copy of my child that's dead,
of our own. And she alone is beir to both of us ;
Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must Give her the right you should bave given her put in the pikes with a více ; and they are davcousin,
gerous weapons for maids. And so dies my revenge.
Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, Claud, o noble Sir,
I think, hath legs.
(Erit MARGARET. Your over-kindess doth wring tears from me!
Bene. And therefore will coine. I do embrace your offer ; and dispose
The god of love, (Singing.) For henceforth of poor Claudio.
Thai sits above, Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your
And know's me, and knows me, coining;
How pitisul I deserve, To-night I take iny leave.-This naughty man I mean in singing ; but in loving,- Leander the Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of Wbo, I believe, was pack'd I in all this wrong, pandars, and a whole book full of these quonHir'd to it by your brother.
dam carpet-thongers, whose names yet run Bora. No, by my soul, she was not ;
smoothly ju the even road of a blank verse, why, Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to they were never so truly turned over and over as me ;
my poor self, in love : Marry, I cannot show it But always hath been just and virtuolls,
in rhyme ; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme In any thing that I do know by her.
to lady but baby, av innocent rhyme ; for scorn, Dogb. Moreover, Sir , (which, indeed, is not horn, a hard rhyme ; for school, sool, a bab. under white and black,) ibis plaintiff bere, the bling rhyine; very ownious endings : No, ! offender, did call me ass : I beseech you, let it Hot born under a rhyining planet, nor 1 be remembered in his punishment. And also, cannot woo in festival terms. t the watcb heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his ear, and a lock
Enter BEATRICE. banging by it; and borrors money in God's Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I naine ; tbe which he batb used so long, and called thee? never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid and will lend nothing for God's sake : Pray you, me. examine hini upon that point.
Bene. Ob ! stay but till then i Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest Beat. Then, is spoken ; fare you well now :pains.
and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thank for, which is, with knowing what bath passed ful aud reverend youih : and I praise God for between you and Claudio. you.
Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I wil Leon. There's for thy pains.
kiss thee. Dogb, God save the foundation !
Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and font wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is 1101
soune; therefore I will depart unkissed.
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