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Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.

Leon. Please it your grace lead on? Beat. Do, good friend.

D. Pedro. Your hand, Leonato; we will go together. Leon. You will never run mad, niece.

[E.reunt allbut Benedick and Claudio. Beat. No, not till a hot January.

Claud. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Mess. Don Pedro is approuched.

signior Leonato?

Bene. I noted her not ; but I looked on her.
Enter Don Pedro, attended by Balthazar and others,

Claud. Is she not a modest young lady?
Don John, Claudio, and Benedick.

Bene. Do you question ine, as an honest man should D. Pedro. Good signior Leonato, you are come to do, for my simple true judgement? or would meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is to me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant avoid cost, and you encounter it.

to their sex? Leon. Never came trouble to my house in the like- Claud. No, I pray thee, speak in sober judgement. ness of your grace: for trouble being gone, comfort Bene. Why, i'faith, methinks she is too low for a should remain; but, when you depart from me, sorrow high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little abides, and happiness takes his leave.

for a great praise: only this commendation I can afD. Pedre. You embrace your charge too willingly. ford her; that were she other than she is, she were -I think, this is your daughter.

unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, I do Leon. Her mother hath many times told me so.

not like her. Bene. Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? Claud. Thou thinkest, I am in sport; I pray thee,

Leon. Signior Benedick, no; for then were you a tell me truly how thou likest her? child.

Bene. Would you buy her, that you inquire after D. Pedro. You have it full, Benedick: we may her ? guess by this what you are, being a man. Truly, the Claud. Can the world buy such a jewel? lady fathers herself:-Be happy, lady! for you are Bene. Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you like an honourable father.

this with a sad brow? or do you play the flouting Jack ; Bene. If signior Leonato be her father, she would to tell us Cupid is a good hare-finder, and Vulcan a not have his head on her shoulders, for all Messina, as rare carpenter? Come, in what key shall a man take like him as she is.

you, to go in the song? Beat. I wonder, that you will still be talking, sig. Claud. In mine eye, she is the sweetest lady that I nior Benedick; nobody marks you.

ever looked on. Bene. What, my dear lady Disdain! are yon yet Benc. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no living ?

such matter: there's her cousin, an she were not pose Beat. Is it possible, disclain should die, while she sessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty, as hath such meet food to feed it, as signior Benedick ?

the first of May doth the last of December. But I Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in hope, you have no intent to turn husband ; have you her presence

Claud. I would senrce trust myself, though I had Bene. Then is courtesy a turn-coat :-But it is cer

sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. tain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and Bene. Is it come to this, i' faith ? Hath not the world I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard

one man, but he will wear his cap with suspicion ? heart; for, truly, I love none.

Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? Go Beat. A dear happiness to women ; they wonld else

to, i' faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. God, and my cold blood, I am of your humour for | Look, Don Pedro is returned to seek you. that ; I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than

Re-enter Don Pedro. a man swear he loves me.

D. Pedro. What secret hath held you here, that you Bene. God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate followed not to Leonato's? scratched face.

Bene. I would, your grace would constrain me to

tell. Beat. Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere nich a face as yours were.

D. Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegiance. Bene. Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

Bene. You hear, count Claudio: I can be secret as a Beat. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast of || dumb man, I would have you think so; but on my al

legiance,-mark you this, on my allegiance :-He is in yours.

Bene. I would, my horse had the speed of your love. With who ?-now that is your grace's parttongue; and so good a continuer: But keep your way,

Mark, how short his answer is :-With Hero, Leonato's o'God's name ; I have done.

short daughter. Beat. You always end with a jade's trick; I know Claud. If this were so, so were it uttered. you of old.

Bene. Like the old tale, my lord: it is not so, nor D. Pedro. This is the sum of all: Leonato,-signior | 'twas not so; but, indeed, God forbid it should be so. Claudio, and signior Benedick,-my dear friend Leon- Claul. If my passion change not shortly, God for ato liath invited you all. I tell him, we shall stay here bid it should be otherwise. at the least a month ; and he heartily prays, some occa- D. Pedro. Amen, if you love her; for the lady sion may detain us longer: I dare swear he is no very well worthy. hypocrite, but prays from his heart.

Claud. You speak this to fetch me in, my lord. Leon. If you swear, my lord, you shall not be for- D. Pedro. By my truth, I speak my thought. swom.-Let me bid you welcome, my lord: being re Claud. And, in faith, my lord, 1 spoke mine. conciled to the prince your brother, I owe you all du- Bene. And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I ty.

spoke mine. D. John. I thank you: I am not of many words, but Claud. That I love her, I feel.

D. Pedro. That she is worthy, I know.

I thank you.

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Bere. That I neither feel how she should be loved, Than to drive liking to the name of love: for know how she should be worthy, is the opinion But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts that fire cannot melt out of me; I will die in it at the Have left their places vacant, in their rooms stakt.

Come thronging soft and delicate desires, D. Pedre. Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in All prompting me how fair young Hero is, the despite of beauty.

Saying, I lik'd her ere I went to wars. Claud. And never could maintain his part, but in D. Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, the form of his will.

And tire the hearer with a book of words: Bere. That a woman conceived me, I thank her; If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most bum- And I will break with her, and with her father, ble thanks; but that I will have a recheat winded in And thou shalt bave her: Was't not to this end, my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible bald

That thou began'st to twist so fine a story? riek, all women shall pardon me: Because I will not

Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself || That know love's grief by his complexion !
the right to trust none; and the fine is, (for the which

But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
I may go the finer,) I will live a bac! , lor.

I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.
D. Pedre. I shall see there, ere I die, look pale with


D. Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than love.

the flood ? Bere. With anger, with sickness, or with hunger,

The fairest grant is the necessity: my lord; not with love: prove, that ever I lose more

Look, what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lov'st; Wood with love, than I will get again with drinking, And I will fit thee with the remedy. piek out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, and

I know, we shall have revelling to-night; bang me up at the door of a brothel-house, for the

I will assume thy part in some disguise, sign of blind Cupid.

And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ;
D. Pedre. Well, if ever thou dost fall from this

And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, faith, thou wilt prove a notable argument.

And take her hearing prisoner with the force
Benc. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and

And strong encounter of my amorous tale :
shoot at me; and he that hits me, let him be clapped Then, after, to her father will I break;
on the shoukler, and called Adam.

And, the conclusion is, she shall be thine:
D. Petra. Well, as time shall try:

In practice let us put it presently. [Exeunt. la fiat the savage bull doth bear the yoke. Bere. The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible SCENE II.-A Room in Leonato's Housc.

Enter Badick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, and set

Leonato and Antonio. then in my forehead: and let me be vilely painted ;

Leon. How now, brother? Where is my cousin, your ani in such great letters as they write, Here is good son? Hath he provided this music? karu to hire, let them signify under my sign-Here

Ant. He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can ya may see Benedick the married man.

tell you strange news that you yet dreamed not of. Claud. If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be Leon. Are they good ? bord-crad.

Ant. As the event stamps them ; but they have a D. Pedro. Nay, if Cupid hath not spent all his quive | good cover, they show well outward. The prince and er in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly.

count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in Bex. I look for an earthquake too then.

my orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of D. Petra. Well, you will temporize with the hours.

mine: The prince discovered to Claudio, that he loved In the mean time, good signior Benedick, repair to

my niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it Leonato's ; commend me to him, and tell him, I will

this night in a dance; and, if he found her accordant, hot fail him at supper; for, indeed, he hath made

he meant to take the present time by the top, and ir great preparation.

stantly break with you of it. Bene. I have almost matter enough in me for such Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this? n embassage; and so I commit you

Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him, and Claud. To the tuition of God : Froin my house, (if I question him

yourself. heal it.}

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, till it apo D. Pedre. The sixth of July: Your loving friend, pear itself:-but I will acquaint my daughter withal, Benediek.

that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if Benc. Nay, mock not, mock not: The body of your || peradventure this be true. Go you, and tell her of it. mccarse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the Several persons cross the stage.] Cousins, you know Gards are but slightly basted on neither: ere you what you have to do.-0, I cry you mercy, friend; you fou old ends any further, examine your conscience; go with me, and I will use your skill :-Good cousins, and so I leave you.

have a care this busy time.

(Eseunt. Claud. My liege, your highness now may do me good. D. Pedre. My love is thine to teach ; teach it but SCENE III.- Another Room in Leonato's House. Ene how,

ter Don John and Conrade. And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn

Conr. What the goujere, my lord! why are you Any hari lesson that may do thee good.

thus out of measure sad? Claud. Hach Leonato any son, my lord ?

D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that
D. Pedre. No child but Hero, she's his only heir: breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.
Dest thon affect her, Claudio ?

Conr. You should hear reason.
O my lord,

D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing
When you went onward on this ended action, bringeth it?
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,

Conr. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferThat lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand



D. John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou say'st Brat. How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after. moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. hide what I am : I must be sad when I have cause, and Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made smile at no man's jests ; eat when I have stomach, and I just in the mid-way between himn and Benedick : the wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the and tend to no man's business; laugh when I am mer. other, too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tattling. ry, and claw no man in his humour.

Leon. Then half signior Benedick's tongue in count Conr. Yea, but you must not make the full show of John's mouth, and half count John's melancholy in this, till you may do it without controlment. You signior Benedick's face.--have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, and ta'en you newly into his grace ; where it is impossible money enough in his purse, such a man would win any you should make true root, but by the fair weather that woman in the world,-if he could get her good will. you make yourself: it is needful that you frame the

Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee season for your own harvest.

a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue. D. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than

Ant. In faitly, she is too curst. a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be

Bcat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen disdaind of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love

God's sending that way: for it is said, God sends a from an : in this, though I cannot be said to be a

curst cow short horns, but to a cow too curst he sends flattering honest man, it must not be denied that I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you no and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed horns. not to sing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would

Beat. Just, if he send me no husband ; for the which bite ; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in blessing, I am at him upon my knees every morning the mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to

and evening : Lord! I could not endure a husband alter me.

with a beard on his face; I had rather lie in the woolConr. Can you make no use of your discontent?

len. D. John. I make all use of it, for I use it only. Who

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath no comes here? What nyws, Borachio?

beard. Enter Boraehio.

Bent. What should I do with him ? dress him in my Bora. I came yonder from a great supper; the

apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? prince, your brother, is royally entertained by Leona

He that hath a beard, is more than a youth ; and he to; and I can give you intelligence of an intended

that hath no beard, is less than a man: and he that is marriage.

more than a youth, is not for me ; and he that is less D. John. Will it serve for any model to build mis.

than a man, I am not for him: Therefore I will even chief on? What is he for a fool, that betrouhs himself

take six-pence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his to unquietness? Bora. Marry, it is to your brother's right hand.

Leon. Well then, go you into hell? D. John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ?

Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the devil Bora. Even he.

meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, D. Jolin. A proper squire! And who, and who?

and say, Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to her which way looks he?

ven; here's no place for you maids : so deliver I up Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of

my apes, and away to saint Peter for the heavens ; he Leonato.

shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as D. John. A very forward March-chick! How came

merry as the day is long. you to this?

Ant. Well, niece, I trust, you will be ruled by your Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was


[To Hero. smoking a musty room, comes me the prince and

Beat. Yes, faith ; it is my cousin's duty to make Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt me

courtesy, and say, Father, as it please you :-but yet behind the arras : and there heard it agreed upon, that

all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or the prince should woo Hero for himself, and having

else make another courtesy, and say, Father, as it obtained her, give her to count Claudio.

please me. D. John. Come, come, let us thither; this may prove

Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted food to my displeasure; that young start-up hath all

with a husband. the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any

Beat. Not till God make men of some other metal way, I bless myself every way: You are both sure, and

than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be over will assist me?

mastered with a piece of valiant dust ? to make an ae Conr. To the death, my lord.

count of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, unD. John. Let us to the great supper; their cheer is

cle, I?ll none : Adam's sons are my brethren ; and truthe greater, that I am subdued : 'Would the cook were

ly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred. of my mind !--Shall we prove what's to be done?

Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you : it Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know your answer

Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you ACT II.

be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too imSCENE I.- A Hall in Leonato's House. Enter Leo

portant, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and conciled to Antonio, Hero, Beauice, and others.

so dance out the answer. For hear ine, Hero ; Wooty. Leonato.

ing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a meaD. John. I thank John here at supper?

sure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasI thank you. ot.

ly, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wed

apes into hell.

ding, mannerly-modest, as a measure full of state and at him, and beat him : I am sure, he is in the fleet; I ancientry ; and then comes repentance, and, with his would he had boarded me. bad legs, falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, Bene. When I know the gentleman, r'll tell him till he sink into his grave.

what you say. Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two

Best. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church on me; which, peradvenure, not marked, or not laugh by day-light.

ed at, strikes him into melancholy; and then there's Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, make a partridge's wing saved, for the fool will eat no supgood room

per that night. [Music within.] Wemust follow the Eater Den Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar; Don

leaders. John, Borachio, Margaret, Ursula, and others, mask

Bene. In every good thing.

Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave thern D. Pedro, Lady, will you walk about with your

at the next turning. [Dance. Then exeunt all but

Don John, Borachio, and Claudio. friend?

D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and Here. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say

hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it: nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, especially

The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. when I walk away. D. Pedre. With me in your company?

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his bear

ing• Here. I may say so, when I please. D. Pedre. And when please you to say so?

D. John. Are not you signior Benedick?

Claud. You know me well; I am he. Hers. When I like your favour; for God defend the late should be like the case !

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother in

his love: he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you, dis. D. Pertre. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the

suade him from her, she is no equal for bis birth : you bosse is Jove. Here. Why, then your visor should be thatch d.

may do the part of an honest man in it, . D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

Claud. How know you he loves her?

D. John. I heard him swear his affection. [Takes her aside.

Bora. So did I too ; and he swore he would marry Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

her to-night. Marz. So would not I, for your own sake; for I

D. John. Come, let us to the banquet. hare any ill qualities.

[Exeunt Don John and Bora. Bent. Which is one?

Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio, Benc. I love you the better; the hearers may cry,

'Tis certain so ;-the prince woos for himself.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Marz. God match me with a good dancer!

Save in the office and affairs of love: Balth. Amen.

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when

Let every eye negociate for itself, the dance is done!- Answer, clerk.

And trust no agent: tor beauty is a witch, Baith No more words; the clerk is answered.

Against wbose charms faith melteth into blood. Urs. I know you well enough; you are signior An

This is an accident of hourly proof, fonio.

Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Hero! Ant. At a word, I am not. l'rs. I know you by the waggling of your head

Re-enter Benedick.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless

Bene. Count Claudio ?

you were the very man: Here's his dry hand up and down; Claud. Yea, the same. you are he, you are be.

Bene. Come, will you go with me? Ant. At a word, I am not.

Claud. Whither? Ura. Come, come; do you think I do not know you Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own buby your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, siness, count. What fashion will you wear the garmam, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an land or ? About your neck, like an usurer's chain? or

under your arın, like a lieutenant's scarı? You must Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? wear it one way, for the prinahath gut your Hero. Bere. No, you shall pardon me.

Claud. I wish him joy of her. Bet. Nor will you not tell me who you are? Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; se Erne. Not now.

they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince would Best. That I was disdainfal,-and that I had my have served you thus? rood wit out of the Hundred merry Tules ;-Well, this Claud. I pray you, leave me. was sugrior Benedick that said so.

Bene. Ho! now you strike the blind man; 'twas Bene. What's be?

the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. Bus. I am sure, you know bim well enougho

Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [E.rit. Bent. Not I, believe me.

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep into Boe. Did he never make you laugh?

stdges.—But, that my lady Beatrice should know Bere. I pray you, what is he?

me, and not know me! the prince's fool!-Ha! it Bart. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull may be, I go under that title, because I am; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: Yea ; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not wowe but libertines delight in him; and the commer so reputed: it is the base, the bitter disposition of Be dation is not in his wit, but in his villany; for be both atrice, that puts the world into her person, and so gives pleaseta men, and angers them, and then they laugh || me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I way.


Re-enter Don Pedro, Hero, and Leonato. D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you have D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did you

put him down. see him?

Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of lady || I should prove the mother of fools. I have brought Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. a warren ; I told him, and, I think, I told him true, D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are that your grace had got the will of this young lady; || you sad? and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either Claud. Not sad, my lord. to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind D. Pedro. How then? Sick? him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped.

Claud. Neither, my lord. D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry,

Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; wbo, || nor well: but civil, count; civil as an orange, and being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, showsit his something of that jealous complexion. companion, and he steals it.

D. Pedro, l'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? || true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is The transgression is in the stealer.

false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and Bene. Yet, it had not been amiss, the rod had been fair Hero is won ; I have broke with her father, and made, and the garland too; for the garland he might his good-will obtained : name the day of marriage, and have worn himself'; and the rod he might have be- God give thee joy ! stow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his bird's Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with her pest.

my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, and all D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and restore

grace say Amen to it! them to the owner.

Beat, Speak, count, 'tis your cue. Bene. If their singing ahswer your saying, by my Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: 1 faith, you say honestly.

were but little happy, if I could say how much.-Lady, D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you ; as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for the gentleman, that danced with her, told her she is l you, and dote upon the exchange. much wronged by you.

Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance of a mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, neither. block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would D. Perro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. bave answered her; my very visor began to assume Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps life, and scold with her: She told me, not thinking I on the windy side of care :-My cousin tells him in his had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; that ear, that he is in her heart. I was duller than a great thaw; buddling jest upon Claud. And so she doth, cousin. jest, with such impossible conveyance, upon me, that Beat. Good lord, for alliance !– Thus goes every one I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shoot- to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I may sit in ing at me : She speaks poniards, and every word stabs :

a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a husband. if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. were no living near her; she would infect to the north

Beat. I would rather have one of your father's getstar. I would not marry her, though she were en- ting : hath your grnce ne'er a brother like you? Your dowed with all that Adam had left him before he father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by transgressed : she would have made Hercules have them. turned spit ; yea, and have cleft his club to make the D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady? fire too. Come, talk not of her; you shall find her the

Brat. No, my lord, unless I might have another for inferual Ate in good apparel. I would to God, some

working-days; your grace is too costly to wear every scholar would conjure her; for, certainly, while she is day: But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; I was here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctua

born to speak all mirth, and no matter. ry; and people sin apon purpose, because they would D. Pedro. Your silence most oftends me, and to be go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror, and pertur- | merry best becomes you ; for, out of question, you bation follow her.

were born in a merry hour. Re-enter Claudio, and Beatrice.

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; but then D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.

there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Bene. Will your face command me any service to Cousins, God give you joy! the world's end? I will go on the slightest crrand now Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told you to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send me on; I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the farthest Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's parinch of Asia; briug you the length of Prester John's don.

[Exit Beatrice. foot; fetch you a bair off the great Cham's beard ; do D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather than hold Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in three wortis' conference with this harpy: You have ber, my lord: she is never sad, but when she sleepe; no employment for me?

and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company. say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and wak* Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not; I cannot er herself with laughing. endure my lady Tongue.

[Erit, D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a hus D. Pedru. Corat lady, come; you have lost the heart band. of signior Benedick.

Leon. O, by no means ; she mocks all her wooers Beut. Indeed, niy lord, he lent it me a wbile; and I out of suit. gave him use for it, a double heart for luis single one: D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. marry, once before, he won it of me with false dice, Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week mar. therefore your gruce may well say, I have lost it. ried, they would talk themselves mad.


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