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Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly 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 examination.
Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.
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.
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years?-O that he were here to write me down an ass! - But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him. Bring him away. O that I had been writ down-an ass. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Before Leonato's House.
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.
Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Whose joy of her is overwhelmed like mine,
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
But there is no such man; for, brother, men
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel;
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. Leon. I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ache patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself;
Leon. There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will do so.
My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied;
And that shall Claudio know; so shall the prince,
Enter DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO.
Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily.
Leon. Hear you, my lords,-
Good day to both of you.
We have some haste, Leonato.
Leon. Some haste, my lord!-Well, fare you well, my
Are you so hasty now?-Well, all is one.
D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Some of us would lie low.
Who wrongs him?
Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler,
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword;
[ fear thee not. Claud.
Marry, beshrew my hand,
If it should give your age such cause of fear.
As, under privilege of age, to brag
What I have done, being young, or what would do,
I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child:
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,
O! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Thine, Claudio; thine, I say.
My lord, my lord,
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;
His May of youth, and bloom of lustihood.
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed.
Ant. Content yourself. God knows, I loved my niece; And she is dead, slandered to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue; Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops!-Leon.
Ant. Hold you content. What, man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all.
Leon. But, brother Antony,
Come, 'tis no matter; Do not you meddle: let me deal in this.
D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience.
My heart is sorry for your daughter's death;
But, on my honor, she was charged with nothing,
But what was true, and very full of proof.
Leon. My lord, my lord,
I will not hear you.
Come, brother, away;-I will be heard;-
Or some of us will smart for it.
[Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO.
D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went to seek. Claud. Now, seignior! what news?
Bene. Good day, my lord.
D. Pedro. Welcome, seignior. You are almost come to part almost a fray.
Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth.
D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother. What think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them.
Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valor. I came to seek you both.
Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit?
Bene. It is in my scabbard. Shall I draw it?
D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?
Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale.—Art thou sick, or angry?
Claud. What! Courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an you charge it against me. I pray you, choose another subject. Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last was broke cross.
D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more; I think he be angry indeed.
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.
Claud. God bless me from a challenge!
Bene. You are a villain. —I jest not; - I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare. -Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear from you.
Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer. D. Pedro. What, a feast? A feast?
Claud. I'faith, 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 find a woodcock too? Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day. I said thou hadst a fine wit. True, says she, a fine little one; No, said I, a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one; Nay, said I, a good wit; Just, said she, it hurts nobody; Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, says she, a wise gentleman; Nay, said I, he hath the tongues; That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded, with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy.
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, she cared not.
D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, and if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly. The old man's daughter told us all.
Claud All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.
D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head?
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here awells Benedick the married man?
Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; I will