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Is this face Hero's ? Are our eyes our own? I might have said, No part of it is mine,

Lam. All this is so; But what of this, my lord? This shame derives itself from unknown loins ? Claud. Let me but move one question to your Bat mine, and mine I lov’d, and mine I praisirl, daughter;

And mine that I was prond on; mine so much, And, by that fatherly and kindly power That I myself was to myself not mine, That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Valuing of her: why, she-O, she is fallen

Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea
Ilero. O God, defend me! how am I beset !- Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;
What kind of catechizing call you this? And salt too little, which may season give

Claud. To make you answertruly to your name. To her foul tainted tiesh!
Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Bene.

Sir, sir, be patient With any just reproach?

For my part, I am so attird in wonder, Claud.

Marry, that can Hero; I know not what to say. Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.

Beat. 0, on my sonl, my cousin is belied ! What man was he talk'd with you yesternight; Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? Beat. No, truly not: although, until last night Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.

I have this twelvemonth been her bed fellow. Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger lord.

[Leonato, made, D. Pedro. Why, then are yon no maiden.- Which was before barrd up with ribs of iron! I am sorry you must hear: Upon mine honour, Would the two princes lie and Claudio lie ? Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Did sec her, hear her, at that hour last night, Wash'd it with tears ? Hence from her; let her Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Friar. Hear me a little ;

(die. Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, For I have only been silent so long, Confess'd the vile encounters they have had And given way unto this course of fortune, A thousand times in secret.

By noting of the lady: I have mark'd D. John.

Fye, fye! they are A thousand blushing apparitions start Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Into her face; a thousand innocent shames There is not chastity enough in language, In angel whiteness bear away those blushes; Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment (lady, To burn the errors that these princes hold

Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Against her maiden truth:--Call me a fool; If half thy outward graces had been placed Trust not my reading, nor my observations, About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart! Which with experimental seal doth warrant But, fare thee well, most foul, inost fair! farewell, The tenour of my book; trust not my age. Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! My reverence, calling, nor divinity, For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, Under some biting error. To turn all beauty into thoughts of hari, Leon,

Friar, it cannot be : And never shall it more be gracious.

Thou seest. that all the grace that she hath left, Lron. Hath no man's dagger here a point for Is, that she will not add to her damnation me?

(HERO swoms. A sin of perjury; she not denies it; Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore sink Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse

That which appears in proper nakedness? D. John. Come, let us go: these things, come Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'dof? Smother her spirits up. [thus to light. Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know

[Eceunt DON PEDRO, DON JOnn, and CLAUDIO. If I know more of any man alive, (none : Bene. How doth the lady?

Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Beat.

Dead, I think ;-help, uncle :- Let all my sins lack mercy!O my father, Hero! why, Herol-Uncle !--Signior Benedick! Prove you that any man with me convers'd -friar?

At hours upmeet, or that I yesternight (ture, Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Maintain'd the change of words with any creaDeath is the fairest cover for her shame, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. That may be wish'd for.

friar. There is some strange misprision in Beat. How now, cousin Hero? the princes.

( nour; Friar. Have comfort, lady.

Bene. Two of them have the very bent of hoLeon. Dost thou look mp?

And if their wisdoms be misled in this, Friar. Yee; wherefore should she not? The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly Whose spirits coil in frame of villanies. thing

Leon. I know not; if they speak but truth of Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny


[honour, The story that is printed in her blood ? These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: The proudest of them shall well hear of it. For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy Nor age so eat up my invention, shames,

Nor fortune made such havock of my means, Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one? But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, 0, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Ability in means, and choice of friends, Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? To quit me of them thoroughly. Why had I not, with charitable hand,


Pause a wide, Tk up a begeertissne at my gates;

And let mv counsel sway you in this case. Who smirched thug, and mired with infamy, Your drughter here the princes left for dead!:

you down?

Let her awhile be secretly kept in,

lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: And publish it, that she is dead indeed : -I am sorry for my cousin. Maintain a mourning ostentation;

Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. And n your family's old monument

Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites Bene. I will swear hy it, that you love me; and That appertain unto a burial.

I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you Leon. What shall become of this? What will Beat. Will you not eat your word ? this do?

(behalf Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: Friar. Marry, this well carried, shall on her I protest, I love thee. Change slander to remorse; that is some good: Beat. Why then, God forgive me ! But not for that, dream I on this strange course, Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? But on this travail look for greater birth. Beat. You have staid me in a happy hour; I She dying, as it must be so maintain'd, was about to protest, I loved you. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,

Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Shall be lamented, pitied and excus'd,

Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, Of every hearer: For it so falls out,

that none is left to protest. That what we have we prize not to the worth, Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Whiles we enjoy it: but being lack'd and lost, Beat. Kill Claudio. Why, then we rack the value; then we find Bene, Ha! not for the wide world. The virtue, that possession would not show us Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Whiles it was ours:-So will it fare with Claudio: Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice When he shall hear she died upon his words, Deat. I am gone, though I am here:—There is The idea of her life shall sweetly creep no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go. Into his study of imagination;

Bene. Beatrice,And every lovely organ of her life

Beat. In faith, I will go. Shall come appareil'd in more precious habit, Bene. We'll be friends first. More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than Into the eye and prospect of his soul, (mour, fight with mine enemy. Than when she liv'd indeed :-then shall hé Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy ? (If ever love had interest in his liver),

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vilAnd wish he had not so accused her;

lain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured No, though he thought his accusation true. my kinswoman?--0, that I were a man!What! Let this be so, and doubt not but success bear her in hand until they come to take hands; Will fashion the event in better shape

and then with public accusation, uncovered Than I can lay it down in likelihood. slander, unmitigated rancour,-0 God, that I But if all aim but this be levellid false,

were a man! I would eat his heart in the market The supposition of the lady's death

Bene. Hear me, Beatrice;

[place. Will quench the wonder of her infamy:

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window?--And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her proper saying! (As best befits her wounded reputation),

Bene. Nay but, Beatrice; In some reclusive and religious life,

Beat. Sweet Hero 1-she is wronged, she is Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. slandered, she is undone.

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you, Bene. BeatAnd though, you know, my inwardness and love Beat. Princes, and counties! Surely, a princely Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet galYet, by mine honour, I will deal in this lant, surely! 0 that I were a man for his sake! As secretly, and justly, as your soul

or that I had any friend wonld be a man for my Should with your body.

sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, Leon.

Being that I flow in grief, valour into compliment, and men are only turned The smallest twine may lead me.

into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as Frar. "Tis well consented; presently away; valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and For to strange sores strangely they strain swears it I cannot be a man with wishing, the cure.

therefore I will die a woman with grieving. Come, lady, die to live: this wedding day, Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I

Perhaps, is but prolong’d; have patience, love thee. and endure.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than [Exeunt Friar, Hero, and LEONATO. swearing by it. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Bene. Think you in your soulthe countClaudio while ?

hath wronged Hero? Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. I will not desire that.

Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear wrong'd.

account: As you hear of me, so think of me. Brat. Al, how much might the man deserve Go, comfort your cousin; I must say, she is of me, that would right her! (ship? dead : and so, farewell.

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

SCENE II. A Prison.
Bene. May a man do it?
Beal. It is a man's office, but not yours.

Enlar DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in govores; Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well

and the Watch, with CoxBADE and BORACHIO. As you? Is not that strange?

Dogo. Is our whole dissembly appeared Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It Verg. 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton. were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing Sexton, Which be the malefactory? so well as you: but believe me not; and yet i Dagb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Art Fifth.

Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhi- remember, that I am an ass; though i: be not bition to examine.

written duwn, yet forget not that I am an ass : Sexton. But which are the offenders that are -No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall to be examined ? let them conie before master be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a constable.

wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. and, which is more, a householder: and, which - What is your name, friend?

is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Bora. Burachio.

Messina ; and one that knows the law, go to; Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio. Yours, and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow sirrah!

[Conrade. that hath had losses, and one that hath two C'on. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is gowns, and every thing handsome about him:

Dog Write down--master gentleman Con- --Bring him away. O, that I had been writ rade.-Masters, do you serve God?

down-an ass.

[Exeunt. Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

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 SCENE I. Before Leonato's Housc. false knaves; and it will go near to be thought

Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. so shortly. How answer you for yourselves ? Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself.

Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure Against yourself. ron; but I will go about with him.-Come you Leon.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to Which falls into mine ears as profitless yon, it is thought you are false knaves. As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, Dogb. Well, stand aside.-'Fore God, they are But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. both in a tale: Have you writ down—that they Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, are none ?

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way And bid him speak of patience; to examine; you must call forth the watch that Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, are their accusers.

And let it answer every strain for strain; Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way:- As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, Let the watch come forth :-Masters, I charge in every lineament, branch, shape, and form : you, in the prince's name, accuse these men. If such a one will smile and stroke his beard :

1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, Cry -sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should the prince's brother, was a villain.


[druns Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain;- Patch grief with proverbs; make mistortune Why, this is fiat perjury, to call a prince's bro- With candle-wasters : bring him yet to me, ther-villain.

And I of him will gather patience. Bora. Master constable

But there is no such man: For, brother, men Dogb. 'Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like Cau counsel, and speak comfort to that grief thy look, I promise thee.

Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Sexton. What heard you him say else? Their counsel turns to passion, which before

2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou. Would give preceptial medicine to rage, sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Hero wrongfully.

Charm ach with air, and agony with words. Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience l'erg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Sexton. What else, fellow?

But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency. 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, To be so moral, when he shall endure upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the The like himself: therefore give me no counsel: whole assembly, and not marry her.

My griefs cry louder than advertisement. Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Ant. Therein do mer from children nothing everlasting redemption for this.

differ. Sexton. What else ?

Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and 2 Watch. This is all.

For there was never yet philosopher, (blood; Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you That could endure the toothache patiently: can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly However they have writ the style of gods, stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, And made a pish at chance and sufferance. in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; this suddenly died.-Master constable, let these Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will Lon. There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will go before, and show him their examination. My sonl doth tell me, Hero is belied ;

(Exit. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. And all of them that thus dishonour her. Verg. Let them be in the bands

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Con. Off, coxcomb!

Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let D. Pedro. Good den, good den. [hastily. him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb, Claud.

Good day to both of you. --Come, bind them;

--Thou naughty varlet. Leon. Hear yon, my lordsCon, Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you thou not suspect my years ?- that he were well, my lord :here to write me down-an ass ;-but, masters, Are you so hasty now ?--well, all is one.

(do so;

D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good

Enter BENEDICK. old man.

D. Pedro. See, see: here comes the man we Ant.If he could right himself with quarrelling, went to seek. Some of us would lie low.

Claud. Now, signior! what news? Claud.

Who wrongs him ? Bene. Good day, my lord. Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou dis D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost sembler, thou :

come to part almost a fray. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, Claud. We had like to have had our two noses I fear thee not.

snapped off with two oid men without teeth. Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother:

What If it should give your age such cause of fear. think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. should have been too young for them.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at Bene. In a fulse quarrel there is no true vaI speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; [me: lour. I came to seek you both. As, under privilege of age, to brag [do, Claud. We have been up and down to seek What I have done being young, or what would thee: for we are high-proof melancholy, and Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use Thou hast sowrong'd mine innocentchild and me, thy wit? That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by; Beny. It is in my scabbard; Shall I draw it? And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

Claud. Never any did so, though very many I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child: have been beside their wit.--I will bid thee Thy slander hath gone through and through her draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure heart,

us. And she lies buried with her ancestors :

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept, pale :- Art thou sick, or angry? Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany. Claud. What! courage, man! What though Claud. My villany!

care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in L.on.

Thine, Claudio; thine, I say. thee to kill care. D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career. Leon,

My lord, my lord, an you charge it against me:- I pray you, choose rll prove it on his body, if he dare;

another subject. Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, Claud. Nay, then give him another staff: this llis May of youth, and bloom of lusty hood. last was broke cross. Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. D. Pedro. By this

light, he changes more and Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast killd more; I think, he be angry indeed. my child;

Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed: Claud. God bless me from a challenge! But that's no matter; let him kill one first : Bene. You are a villain :-I jest not: I will Win me and wear me,-- let him answer me, make it good how you dare, with what you Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me: dare, and when you dare :-Do me right, or I Sir boy, l'il whip you from your foining fence; will protest your cowardice. You have killed Nay, as I am a gentleman, i will.

a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on Leon. Brother,

[my niece; you: Let me hear from you. Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lor'd Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; good cheer. That dare as well answer a man, indeed, D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? As I dare take a serpent by the tongue;

Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops ! to a calf's head and a capon; the which if I Leon.

Brother Anthony, do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's Ant. Hold you content; What man! I know naught.--Shall I not find a woodcock too? them, yea,

Bene. Sir, your witambles well; it goes easily. And what they weigh,even to the utmost scruple: D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised Seambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander. wit: True, says she, a fine little one: Vo, said I, Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, a great wit : Right, says she, a great gross one: And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, Nay, said I, a good wit; Just; said she, it hurts How they might hurt theirenemies,if they durst, nobody : Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; CerAnd this is all.

lain, said she, a wise gentleman; Nay, said I, he Leon. But, brother Antony,

hath the tongues: Thai I believe, said she, for he Ant.

Come, 'tis no matter; swore a thing to me on Monday night, tohich he forDo not you meddle, let me deal in this. swore on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue; D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake there's two tongues. Thus, did she, an hour toyour patience.

gether, transshape thy particular virtues; yet, My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; at last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing properest man in Italy, But what was true, and very full of proof. Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and Leon. My lord, my lord,

said, she cared not. D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all Leon.

No? that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she Come, brother, away :-) will be heard : would love him dearly: the old man's daughter Ant.

And shall, told us all, Or some of us will smart for it.

Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him (Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO. when he was hid in the garden.

D. Pedro. Dut when shall we set the savage D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? this?

of it. Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here duells Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice Benedick the married man

D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treaBene. Fare you well, boy; you know my And fled he is upon this villany. [chery :-mind: I will leave you now to your gossip-like Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth aphumour; you break jests as braggarts do their pear blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.--My In the rare semblance that I loved it first. lord, for your many courtesies I thank you: I Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs : by must discontinue your company: your brother, this time our sexton hath reformed signior Le the bastard, is filed from Messina : you have, onato of the matter : And, masters, do not forget among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: to specify, when time and place shall serve, For my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall that I am an ass. nieet; and till then, peace be with him.

Verg. llere, here comes master signior Leo

(Exit BENEDICK. nato and the Sexton too. D. Patro. He is in earnest.

Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexton. Claw. In most profound earnest; And, I'll

Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see hiseyes; warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.

That when I note another man like him, D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?

I may avoid him: which of these is he? Cland. Most sincerely.

Bora. If you would know your wronger, look D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when

on me. he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off

Leon. Art thon the slave, that with thy breath his wit!

Mine innocent child?

[hast kill'd Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with Bora.

Yea, even i alone. CONRADE and BORACHIO.

Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then Here stand a pair of honourable men, is an ape a doctor to such a inan.

A third is filed, that had a hand in it D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death: heart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother Record it with your high and worthy deeds; was fied ?

'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame Claud. I know not how to pray your patience. you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourselt; balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite Impose me to what penance your invention once, you must be looked to.

Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not, D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men But in mistaking. bound! Borachio, one!

D. Pedro,

By my soul, nor I ; Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! And yet, to satisfy this good old man,

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these I would bend under any heavy weight men done?

That he'll enjoin me to. Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; That were inipossible; but, I pray you both, Becondarily, they

are slanders: sixth and lastly, Possess the people in Messina here they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have How innocent she died : and, if your love verified unjust things! and, to couclude, they Can labour aught in sad invention, are lying knaves.

Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, D. Patro. First, I ask thee what they have And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :done ; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; To-morrow morning come you to my house; sixth and lastly, why they are committed; and, And since you could not be my son-in-law, to conclude, what you lay to their charge ? Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter

Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own di- Almost the copy of my child that's dead, vision; and, by my troth, there's one meaning And sbe alone is heir to both of us; well suited.

Give her the right you should have given her D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, mesters, And so dies my revenge.

[cousin : that you are thus bound to your answer? this Cland.

O noble sir, learned constable is too cunning to be under- Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me stood: What's your offence ?

I do embrace your offer; and dispose Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to For henceforth of poor Claudio. [coming; mine answer; do you hear me, and let this Leon. To morrow then I will expect your count kill me. I have deceived even your very To-night I take my leave. This naughty man eyes; what your wisdoms could not discover, Shali face to face be brought to Margarei, these shallow fools have bronght to light; who, Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, in the night, overheard me confessing to this Hir'd to it by your brother. man, how Don John, your brother, incensed Bora,

No, by my soul, she was not; me to slander the lady Hero: how you were Nor knew what she did, when she spoke to me; brought into the orchard, and saw me conrt But always hath been just and virtuous, Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgraced in any thing that I do know by her. her, when you should marry her: my villany Dogb. Moreover, sir (which, indeed, is not they have npon record ; which I had rather seal under white and black), this plaintiff here, the with my death, than repeat over to my shame : offender, did call me ass : I beseech you, let it the lady is dead upon mine and my master's be remembered in his punishment: And also, false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing the watch heard them talk of one Deformed; but the reward of a villain.

they say, he wears a key in his ear, and a look D. Pedro. Runs not this speeech like iron hanging by it; and borrows money in God's through your blood ?

[it. name; the which he hath used so long, and Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utteral nover paid, that now men grow hard-hearted,

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