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Dogb. This is the end of the charge. You, I tale vilely :-I should first tell thee, how the constable, are to present the prince's own person; prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and if you meet the prince in the night, you may stay placed, and possessed by my master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter.


Verg. Nay by'r lady, that, I think, he can


Dogb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man that knows the statutes, he may stay him: marry, not without the prince be willing: for, indeed, the watch ought to offend no man; aud it is an offence to stay a man against his will.

Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio; but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, partly by the dark night, which did deceive thein, but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm auy slander that Don John had made, away went Claudio enraged; swore he would meet her as he was appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, before the whole congregation, shame her with what he saw over-night, and send her home again without a husband.

Verg. By'r lady, I think, it be so. Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night: an there be any matter of weight chances, call up me keep your fellows' counsels and your own, and good night.-Come, neighbour.

2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge: let us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, and then all to bed.

Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours: I pray you, watch about signior Leonato's door; for the wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great coil to-night: Adieu, be vigitant, I beseech you. [Exeunt DOGBERRY and VERGES. Enter BORACHIO and CONRADE. Bora. What! Conrade,Watch. Peace, stir not.

Bora. Conrade, I say!

Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow. Bora. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought, there would a scab follow.

Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and Dow forward with thy tale.

Bora. Stand thee close then under this penthouse, for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee.

Watch. [Aside.] Some treason, masters; yet stand close.

Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats.

2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed [Aside. forth, I warrant you. Con. Masters,

Con. Is it possible that any villany should be so dear?

Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were possible any villany should be so rich; for when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.

Con. I wonder at it.

Bora. That shows thou art unconfirmed: ⚫ Thou knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a bat, or a cloak, is nothing to a man.

Con. Yes, it is apparel.

1 Watch. We charge you in the prince's name, stand.

2 Watch. Call up the right master constable : We have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the commonwealth.

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1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I know him, he wears a lock. Con. Masters, masters.

1 Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us obey you to go with us.

Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, heing taken up of these men's bills.

Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Come, we'll obey you. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in LEONATO's House.

Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA. Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and desire her to rise.

Urs. I will, my lady.

Hero. And bid her come hither.

Urs. Well. [Exit URSULA. Marg. Troth, I think, your other robato were better. Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.

Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I warrant, your cousin will say so.

Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; I'll wear none but this.

Bora. I mean, the fashion.

Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the fool. But see'st thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is ?

Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a vile thief this seven year; he goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember his name.

Dora. Didst thou not hear somebody?
Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house.
Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed
thief this fashion is? how giddily he turns
about all the hot bloods, between fourteen and
five and thirty? sometimes fashioning them
like Pharaoh's soldiers in the reechy painting;
sometime, like god Bel's priests in the old church
window; sometine, like the shaven Hercules in
the smirched; worm-eaten tapestry,where the cod-
piece seems as massy as his club ?

Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed?
Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honour-

Con. All this I see and see that the fashionably? Is not marriage honourable in a beggar ? wears out more apparel than the man: But art Is not your lord honourable without marriage? not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that I think, you would have me say, saving your thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me reverence,-a husband: an bad thinking do not of the fashion? wrest true speaking, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harin in-the heavier for a husband? None, I think, an it be the right husband, and the right wife; otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she comes.

Bora. Not so, neither: but know, that I have to-night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the name of Hero: she leans me out at her mistress's chamber window, bids me a thousand times good night,-I tell this

Murg. I like the new tire + within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner: and your gown's a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise


Hero. Oh! that exceeds, they say.

Marg. By my troth, it's but a night-gown in respect of your's: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced with silver; set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a blueish tinsel: but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, your's is worth ten on't.

Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy!

Marg. Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a man.

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Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, no

more sailing by the star.

Beat. What means the fool, trow?

Marg. Nothing 1; but God send every one their heart's desire!

Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an excellent perfume.

Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. Marg. A maid, and stuffed there's goodly catching of cold.

Beat. O God help me! God help me! how long have you profess'd apprehension ? Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit become me rarely?

Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.

Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing for a qualm.

Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus? you have some moral in this Benedictus.

Marg. Moral no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not, but methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do.

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the matter: an old man, Sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows.

Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and us honester than 1.

Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges.

Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.

Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers: but, traiș, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha!

Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis; for I hear as good exclamgan on your worship, as of any man in the cay; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to

hear it.

Verg. And so am I.

Leon. I would fain know what you have to say.

Verg. Marry, Sir, our watch to-night, excepting your worship's presence, have taken a comput of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.

Dogb. A good old man, Sir; he will be talk ing; as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; God help us! it is a world to see! Well said, 'faith, neighbour Verges:- $1, God's a good man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind :-An honest soul, i'taith,

Sir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread: but, God is to be worshipped: All men are bot alike; alas, good neighbour !

Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you.

Dogb. Gifts that God gives.

Leon. I must leave you.

Dogb. One word, Sir: our watch, Sir, have, indeed, comprehended two auspicioas persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship.

Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you.

Dogb. It shall be suffigance.

Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.


Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband.

Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. [Exeunt LEONATO and MESSENGER. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francia Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inborn to the gaol; we are now to examination these


Verg. And we must do it wisely.

Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here's that [Touching his forehead.) shal drive some of them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set down our excomacica. tion, and meet me at the gaol. [Exeunt ̧


SCENE I.-The inside of a Church. Enter Don PEDRO, Don JOHN, LEONATO, FRIAR, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, HERO, and BEATRICE, &c.

Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.

Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?

Claud. No.

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Behold, how like a maid she blushes here:
Oh! what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Comes not that blood, as modest evidence,
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed:
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord?
Claud. Not to married,
Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.
Leon. Dear my lord, if you, ia your own

Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,
And made defeat of her virginity,-

Claud. I know what you would say; If I have known her,

You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, And so extenuate the 'forehand sin:

No, Leonato,

I never tempted her with word too large; t
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it:

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Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord ?

Claud. Let me but move one question to your daughter;

• Lascivious.

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And, by that fatherly and kindly power
That you have in her, bid her answer truly.
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my

Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset !→→→ What kind of catechizing call you this? Claud. To make you answer truly to your


Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name

With any just reproach?

Claud. Marry, that can Hero;

Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

What man was he talk'd with you yesternight
Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ?
Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my

D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.—

I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour,
Myself, my brother and this grieved count,
Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,
Talk with a ruffiau at her chamber-window;
Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain,
Confess'd the vile encounters they have had
A thousand times in secret.

D. John. Fie, fie! they are

Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; There is not chastity enough in language, Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty lady,

I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,

If half thy outward graces had been placed About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell,

Thou pure impiety, and impious purity ! For thee, I'll lock up all the gates of love, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, And never shall it more be gracious. t Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? [HERO swoons. Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore sink you down? D. John. Come, let us go: these things come thus to light,

Smother her spirits up.

[Exeunt Don PEDRO, Don JOHN, and CLAUDIO.

Bene. How doth the lady?

Beat. Dead, I think;-help, uncle ;Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle 1- Siguior



Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand!
Death is the fairest cover for her shame,
That may be wish'd for.

Beat. How now, cousin Hero?
Friar. Have comfort, lady ?
Leon. Dost thou look up?

Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not?
Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every
earthly thing

Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny
The story that is printed in her blood --
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes:
For did I think thou would'st not quickly die,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy

Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ?
Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ? 1
O one too much by thee ! Why had I one?
Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?

Too free of tongue. Disposition of things.

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Friar. Hear me a little ;

For I have only been silent so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune,
By noting of the lady: I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth:-Cail me a fool;
Trust not my reading, nor my observations,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenour of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.

Leon. Friar, it cannot be : Thou seest, that all the grace that she left,


Is, that she will not add to her damnation
A sin of perjury; she not denies it :
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
That which appears in proper nakedness?
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd

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Ability in means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them throughly.
Friar. Pause a while,

And let my counsel sway you in this case,
Your daughter here the princes left for dead;
Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
And publish it, that she is dead indeed:
Maintain a mourning ostentation;
And on your family's old monument
Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
That appertain unto a burial.

Leon. What shall become of this! What will this do?

Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf

Change slander to remorse; that is some good:
But not for that, dream I on this strange course,
But on this travail look for greater birth.
She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,
Upon the instant that she was accus'd,
Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,
Of every bearer: For it so falls out,
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and isst,
Why, then we rack + the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours :-So will it fare with Cian-
dio :

When he shall hear she died upon his wordsy
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she liv'd indeed :—then shall be


(If ever love had interest in his liver,)
And wish he had not so accused her;
No, though he thought his accusation true.
Let this be so, and doubt not but saccess
Will fashion the event in better shape
Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
The supposition of the lady's death
Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
And, if it sort not well, you may conceal ber,
(As best befits her wounded reputation,)
in some reclusive and religious life,
Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise y
And though, you know, my inwardness ; and


Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
As secretly and justly, as your soul
Should with your body.

Leon. Being that I flow in grief,
The smallest twine may lead me.
Friar. 'Tis well consented: presently away;
For to strange sores strangely they stra

the cure.

Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, Perhaps, is but prolong'd: have patience,

and endure.

[Exeunt FRIAR, HERO, and LEONATO Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all the


Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
Bene. I will not desire that.

Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.
Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin in


Beat. Ah! bow much might the man deserve of me, that would right her!

Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? Beat. A very even way, but no such friend.

Bene. May a man do it?

Beat. It is a man's office, but not your's.
Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well

as you; Is not that strange?

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Beat. As strange as the thing I know not : It were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deuy nothing: -I am sorry for my cousin.

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you.

Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.

Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell.

Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.

Beat. I am gone, though I am here ;-There is no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go. Bene. Beatrice,

Beat. In faith, I will go.

Bene. We'll be friends first.

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy.

Sexton. Which be the malefactors?
Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.
Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhi-
bition to examine.

Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined ? let them come before master Constable.

Beat. Will you not eat your word?

Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to sirrah it: I protest, I love thee.

Beat. Why then, God forgive me!

Bene. What cffence, sweet Beatrice ?

Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I was about to protest, I loved you.

Bene. And do it with all thy heart.

Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest.

Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Beat. Kill Claudio.

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.What is your name, friend?

Con. I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is Conrade.

Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade.-Masters, do you serve God?

Con. Bora. Yea, Sir, we hope.

Bora. Boracbio.

Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.-Yours,

Dogb. Write down-that they hope they serve God:-and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains !-Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves?

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishon-to oured my kinswoman ?-Oh! that I were a man! -What! bear her in hand until they come to take bands; aud then with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,-O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market place.

Con. Marry, Sir, we say we are none.

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, Sir; I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves.

Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Dogb. Well, stand aside.-'Fore God, they are both in a tale: Have you writ down-that they are none?

• Delude her with hopes.

1 A nobleman made out of sugar.

Brat. Use it for my love some other way than
Ewearing by it.

Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way examine; you must call forth the watch that are their accusers.

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;

Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ?-a Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother-villain. proper saying!

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice ;

Beat. Sweet Hero!-she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.

Bene. Beat

Surely, a Beat. Princes, and counties! + princely testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too : he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it :-I cannot be a man with woman with wishing, therefore I will die a grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I love thee.

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :Let the watch come forth :-Masters, 1 charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men.

1 Watch. This man said, Sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count
dio hath wronged Hero?
Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a


Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge
him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you:
By this hand, Claudio sball render me a dear
so think of me.
account: As you hear of me,
Go, comfort your cousin : I must say, she is
dead; and so, farewell.

Bora. Master constable,

Dogh. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy look, I promise thee.

Sexton. What heard you bim say else?

2 Watch. This is all.

Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly Clau-stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's ; I will go before, and show him their examina [Exit. tion.

2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully.

Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.
Sexton. What else, fellow ?

SCENE 11.-A Prison.

gowns; and the WATCH, with CONRADE and

1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her.

Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. Serton. What else?

Dogh. Is our whole dissembly appeared? Verg. Oh! a stool and a cushion for the sexton!

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Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.
Verg. Let them be in band.

Con. Off, coxcomb!

Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.-Come, bind them--Thou naughty

varlet !

Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. my place ? Dogb. Dost thou not suspect Dost thou not suspect my years 1-0 that he me down-an ass !-bat, were here to write masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou villain, thou art full of piety,

• Bond.

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