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Ant. If he could right himself with quarreling,
Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler,
as shall be proved upon thee by good witness.
SCENE 1.-Before LEONATO's House.
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.
Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;
I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child;
Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say.
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare?
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a iman.
Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd
And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains;
Ant. Hold you content: What, man! I knowW
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
But there is no such man: For, brother, men
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied,
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
If it should give your age such cause of fear:
Leon. I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and
For there was never yet philosopher,
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself;
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily.
And what they weigh, even to the stot
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongʼring bors,
Go antickly, and show outward hideous e,
Leon. But, brother Antony,
Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.
D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not make
My heart is sorry for your daughter's death:
But what was true, and very full of proof,
D. Pedro. I will not hear you.
Or some of us will smart for it.
D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.
D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good went to seek.
[Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO. Enter BENEDICK.
D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we
Claud. Now, signior! what news!
• Skill in fencing.
Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?
Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have
D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
lord, for your many courtesies I thank you : I
D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all.
D. Pedro. He is in earnest.
D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off
Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the WATCH,
D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart, and be sad! Did he not say my
brother was fled?
Dogb. Come, you, Sir; if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to.
D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men bound! Borachio, one!
Claud. Ali, all; and moreover, God saw him
D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage
Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my
To give a challenge.
Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! D. Pearo. Officers, what offence have these men done?
Dogb. Marry, Sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths: secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things: and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.
D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and lastly, why they are committed; and, to conclude, what you lay to their charge.
Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited.
Claud. Pfaith, I thank him; he hath bid + me to a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught. -Shall I not und a woodcock too?
Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine auswer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have 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: 1 said, thou hadst a tine these shallow fools have brought to light; who, wit; True, says she, a fine little one: No, in the night, over-heard me confessing to this said 1, a great wit; Right, says she, a great man, how Don John your brother incensed + me ross one: Nay, said I, a good wit; Just, said to slander the lady Heio: how you were brought sbe, it hurts nobody: Nay, said 1, the gentle- into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in man is wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentle-Hero's garmeut; how you disgraced her, when man: Nay, said I, he hath the tongues: That you should marry her: my villany they have I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me upon record; which I had rather seal with my on Monday night, which he forswore 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 two tongues. Thus 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 sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy.
D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iton through your blood?
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, she cared not.
Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'd it.
D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this?
D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that you are thus bound to your answer? this learned constable is too cunning to be understood: What's your offence?
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, and the Sexton too.
Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, for the example of others.
Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his God keep your worship: I wish your worship well; God restore you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, neighbour.
[Exeunt DOG BERRY, VERGES, and WATCH Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell.
Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the
That when I note another man like him,
Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast kill'd
Mine innocent child?
And so dies my revenge.
Claud. O noble Sir,
Your over-kindess doth wring tears from me!
I do embrace your offer; and dispose
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your
To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man
Bora. No, by my soul, she was not;
Leon. Go, I discharge thee of tny prisoner, and I thank thee.
But ways hath been just and virtuons,
Dogb. Moreover, Sir, (which, indeed, is not under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishment. And also, the watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's name; the which he hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake: Pray you, examine bim upon that point.
Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth and I praise God for
Leon. There's for thy pains.
That he'll enjoin me to.
Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live,
And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :-
Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you
D. Pedro. We will not fail.
Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero.
[Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with Margaret,
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd •
SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden,
Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
Almost the copy of my child that's dead,
Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you mast
Give her the right you should have given her put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dun
gerous weapons for maids.
Marg. Will you then write me a soubet in praise of my beauty?
Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that so man living shall come over it: for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it.
Marg. To have no man come over me ! why, shall I always keep below stairs?
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greybound's mouth, it catches.
Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, cail
And knows me, and knows me,
I mean in singing; but in loving,-Leander the
Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to they were never so truly turned over and over as
my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for soLTE, horn, a hard rhymne; for school, fool, a badbling rhymne; very omunions endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms, †
Murg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own.
Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, wba,
The god of love,
Beat. And how long is that, think you? Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour. and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, (if Don Worm his couscience, find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy,) and now tell me, How doth your cousin ?
Beat. Very ill.
Bene. And how do you?
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: then will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone will you come presently?
Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The inside of a Church.
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Gives her fame which never dies:
[Affixing it. Praising her when I am dumb.Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn bymu,
Pardon, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of woe, Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan; Help us to sigh and groan, Heavily, heavily:
• Is subject to.
1 Reward. I
[Exeunt Ladies. Ant. Which I will do with coufirm'd countenance.
Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Friar. To do what, signior?
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leon. The sight whereof, I think you had from me,
From Claudio and the prince; But what's your will?
Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical: But for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with our's, this day to be conjoin'd In the estate of honourable marriage :In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Leon. My heart is with your liking. Friar. And my help.
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with
D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assem-
We here attend you; are you yet determin'd
Leon, Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready. (Erit ANTONIO. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness? Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with
Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low; And some such strange bull leap'd your father's And got a calf in that samne noble feat, [cow, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Claud. For this I owe you: here comes other reckonings. Which is the lady I must seize upon?
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see your face.
Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her Before this Friar and swear to marry her. [hand Claud. Give me your hand before this holy I am your husband, if you like of me. [friar; Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife : [Unmasking. And when you loved, you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero?
Hero. Nothing certainer :
Que Hero died defil'd; but I do live,
D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.
Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do no`
Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice?
Bene. Do not you love me?
Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio,
Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
Bene. No, no more than reason.
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula. Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. Beat, They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me.
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that be loves For here's a paper, written in his band, her; A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashion'd to Beatrice.
Hero. And here's another,
Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pucka. Containing her affection unto Benedick.
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts!-Come, I will have thee; but by thes light, I take thee for pity.
Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good to save your life, for I was told you were in a day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, party, consumption.
Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.— [Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the mar ried man?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit crackers cannot flout me out of my hamer: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with braiži, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a gidey thing, and this is my conclusion.-For thy part Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee: but that thou art like to be my kinsman, live onbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cadgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a diabe dealer; which out of question, thou wit be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends;-let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may hottes our own hearts, and our wives' beels.