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you sad ?
D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the Leon. O! by no means, she mocks all her wooers heart of signior Benedick.
out of suit. Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for BeneI gave him a use for it, a double heart for his single dick. one : marry, once before he won it of me with false Leon. O lord ! my lord, if they were but a week dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. married, they would talk themselves mad.
D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady; you D. Pedro. County Claudio, when mean you to go have put him down.
to church? Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, Claud. To-morrow, my lord. Time goes on crutchlest I should prove che mother of fools. I have es, till love have all his rites. brought count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief, too,
to have all things answer 2 our mind. Claud. Not sad, my lord.
D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a D. Pedro. How then? Sick?
breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time Claud. Neither, my lord.
shall not go dully by us. I will, in the interim, unBeat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor mer- dertake one of Hercules' labors, which is, to bring ry, nor well; but civil, count, civil as an orange, and signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into a mountsomething of las jealous a complexion.
ain of affection, the one with the other. I would D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be fain have it a match; and I doubt not but to fashion true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, shall give you direction. and fair Hero is won; I have broke with her father, Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me and, his good will obtained, name the day of mar ten nights' watchings. riage, and God give thee joy !
Claud. And I, my lord. Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, Hero. I will do any modest ofhce, my lord, to and all grace say Amen to it!
help my cousin to a good husband. Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your bcue.
D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I husband that I know. Thus far can I praise him: were but little happy, if I could say how much.- he is of a noble estrain, of approved valor, and conLady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away firmed honesty. I will teach you how to humor myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. your cousin, that she shall fall in love with Bene
Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his dick ;-and I, with your two helps, will so practise mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither. on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick wit and
D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. his 'queasy stomach, he shall fall in love with Bea
Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps trice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an on the windy side of care.—My cousin tells him in archer: his glory shall be ours, for we are the only that he is in her heart.
love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my Claud. And so she doth, cousin.
[Exeunt. Beat. Good lord! for alliance thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned: I may sit SCENE II.-Another Room in LEONATO's House. in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a husband. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.
Enter John and BORACHIO. Beat. I would rather have one of your father's John. It is so: the count Claudio shall marry the getting. Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you ? daughter of Leonato. Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could Bora. Yea, my lord ; but I can cross it. come by them.
John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?
medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure to him, Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another and whatsoever comes athwart his affection ranges for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marevery day.—But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; riage ? I was born to speak all mirth, and no matter.
Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly thai D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to no dishonesty shall appear in me. be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you John. Show me briefly how. were born in a merry hour.
Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but how much I am in the favor of Margaret, the waitthen there was a star danced, and under that was ling-gentlewoman to Hero. born.-Cousins, God give you joy!
John. I remember.
Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the
night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamberBeat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's window. pardon.
John. What life is in that, to be the death of this D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady marriage ?
Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. her, my lord: she is never sad, but when she sleeps; Go you to the prince, your brother: spare not to and not ever sad then, for I have heard my daughter tell him, that he hath wronged his honor in marrysay, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and ing the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you waked herself with laughing.
mightily hold up) to a contaminated & stale, such a D. Pedro. She can not endure to hear tell of a
one as Hero. husband.
• Interest." Your cue," i. A., your turn : a phrase among d“ A mountain," i. e., a great deal.- Linerge.- Squeamthe players.--- Mischief.
ish; fastidious.- 5 An abandoned woman.
John. What proof shall I make of that?
Enter Don PEDRO, LEONATO, and CLAUDIO. Bora. Proof enough to a misuse the prince, to vex D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music? [is, Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato. Look you Claud. Yea, my good lord. How still the evening for any other issue?
As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony! [self? John. Only to despite them I will endeavor any D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid him. thing.
Claud. O, very well, my lord: the music ended, Bora. Go then; find me a meet hour to draw Don We'll fit the "hid-fox with a penny-worth. Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell them, that you know that Hero loves me; bintend a kind of
Enter BALTHAZAR, with 5 Musicians. zeal both to the prince and Claudio (as in love of
D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song your brother's honor, who hath made this match,
again. and his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be To slander music any more than once.
Balth. O! good my lord, tax not so bad a voice cozened with the semblance of a maid) that you have discovered thus. They will scarcely believe
D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, this without trial: offer them instances, which shall To put a strange face on his own perfection.bear no less likelihood than to see me at her cham- I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. ber-window, hear me call Margaret Hero; hear
Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;
Since Margaret term me Borachio; and bring them to see
many a wooer doth commence his suit this the very night before the intended wedding: To her he thinks not worthy; yet he woos, for in the mean time I will so fashion the matter,
Yet will he swear, he loves. that Hero shall be absent, and there shall appear
Nay, pray thee, come: such seeming " proofs of Hero's disloyalty, that' jeal. Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument, ousy shall be called assurance, and all the prepara
Do it in notes. tion overthrown.
Balth. Note this before my notes; John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. will put it in practice. Be cunning in the working
D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that ho this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats.
speaks ; Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my
Note notes, forsooth, and nothing ! [Music. cunning shall not.shame me.
Bene. [ Behind.] Now, divine air! now is his John. I will presently go learn their day of mar- soul ravish'd !-Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts riage.
should dhale souls out of men's bodies ?-Well, a
horn for my money, when all's done.
Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever; Boy. Signior.
One foot in sea, and one on shore, Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring it hither to me in the orchard.
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, Boy. I am here already, sir.
But let them go, Bene. I know that; [Exit Boy.] but I would have thee hence, and here again. I do much wonder,
And be you blithe and bonny, that one man, seeing how much another man is a
sounds of woe Converting all your
Into, Hey nonny, nonny. fool when he dedicates his behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in oth
Sing no more dilties, sing no mo, ers, become the argument of his own scorn by falling
Or dumps so dull and heavy; in love: and such a man is Claudio. I have known, when there was no music with him but the drum and
The & frauds of men were ever so, the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabor and
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so, &c. the pipe: I have known, when he would have walked ten mile afoot to see a good armor; and D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fash
Balth. And an ill singer, my lord. ion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain,
D. Pedro. Ha? no, no : faith, thou singest well and to the purpose, like an honest man, and a sol- enough for a shift. dier; and now is turn'd orthographer: his words
Bene. '[Behind.] An he had been a dog that are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange should have howled thus, they would have hang'd dishes. May I be so converted, and see with these him; and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no miseyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not be chief! I had as lief have heard the night-raven, sworn, but love may transform me to an oyster ; but come what plague could have come after it. I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster
D. Pedro. Yea, marry; dost thou hear, Balthazar? of me, he shall never make me such a fool. One I pray thee, get us some excellent music, for to woman is fair, yet I am well: another is wise, yet I morrow night we would have it at the lady Hero's am well: another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all chamber window. graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come
Balth. The best I can, my lord. in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain ;
D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. [Exeunt BALTHAZAR wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen and Musicians.] Come hither, Leonato: what was her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come it you told me of to-day? that your niece Beatrice not near me ; noble, or not I for an angel; of good was in love with signior Benedick ? discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall
Claud. [ Aside to Pedro.] O! ay :-stalk on, stalk be of what color it please God. Ha! the prince on; the fowl sits. [Aloud.] I did never think that and monsieur Love! I will hide me in the arbor.
lady would have loved any man. 3 [Retires behind the trees.
Leon. No, nor I neither: but most wonderful, that & Deceive.- Pretend-Gardens were once called or. chards.
Drag; haul.- Owl
she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that hath in all outward behaviors seemed ever to abhor. "blood hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I
Bene: '[Behind.] Is't possible? Sits the wind in have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian. that corner ?
D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to on me; I would have 'daff'd all other respects, and think of it, but that she loves him with an enraged made her half myself. I pray you, tell Benedick of affection: it is past the infinite of a thought. it, and hear what a' will say.
D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit. Leon. Were it good, think you?
Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die; for she Leon. O God! counterfeit? There was never coun- says, she will die if he love her not, and she will die terfeit of passion came so near the life of passion, as ere she make her love known, and she will die if he she discovers it.
woo her, rather than she will 'bate one breath of her D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? accustomed crossness.
Claud. [ Aside.] Bait the hook well: this fish will D. Pedro. She doth well: if she should make bite.
tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; Leon. What effects, my lord? She will sit you,- for the man, as you know all
, hath a bcontemptible you heard my daughter tell you how.
spirit. Claud. She did, indeed.
Claud. He is a very a proper man, D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward 'hapme: I would have thought her spirit had been in- piness. vincible against all assaults of affection.
Claud. Before God, and in my mind, very wise. Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; espe D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks cially against Benedick.
that are like wit. Bene. [Behind.] I should think this a gull, but Leon. And I take him to be valiant. that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in the cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence. managing of quarrels you may say he is wise; for
Claud. [ Aside.] He hath ta'en the infection: hold either he avoids them with great discretion, or unit up.
dertakes them with a most Christian-like fear. D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep Benedick?
peace: if he break the peace, he ought to enter into Leon. No, and swears she never will: that's her a quarrel with fear and trembling. torment.
D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: fear God, howsoever it seems not in him by some Shall I," says she, " that have so oft encountered large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for your him with scorn, write to him that I love him?" niece. Shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of
Leon. This says she, now, when she is beginning her love? to write to him; for she'll be up twenty times a Claud. Never tell him, my lord : let her wear it night, and there will she sit in her smock, till she out with good counsel. have writ a sheet of paper 3 full.--My daughter tells Leon. Nay, that's impossible: she may wear her us all.
heart out first. Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re D. Pedro. Well, we will hear farther of it by your member a pretty jest your daughter told us of. daughter: let it cool the while. I love Benedick Leon. 0-when she had writ it, and was reading well
, and I could wish he would modestly examine it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a the 4 sheets
lady. Claud. That.
Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand bhalf Claud. (Aside.] If he do not dote on her upon pence; railed at herself, that she should be so im- this, I will never trust my expectation. modest to write to one that she knew would cflout D. Pedro. (Aside.] Let there be the same net her:—“I measure him,” says she, “by my own spread for her; and that must your daughter and her spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, gentlewomen carry. The sport will be, when they though I love him, I should."
hold one an opinion of another's & dotage, and no Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, such matter: that's the scene that I would see, which weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to Scries ;-"O, sweet Benedick! God give me pa- call him in to dinner. tience!"
[Exeunt Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and LEONATO. Leon. She doth indeed: my daughter says so; Bene. [Advancing from the Arbor.) This can be and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, that no trick: the conference was sadly Tborne.-They my daughter is sometimes afcard she will do a des- have the truth of this from Hero. They seem to perate outrage to herself. It is very true.
pity the lady: it seems, her affections have their full D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of bent. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear it by some other, if she will not discover it. how I am censured: they say, I will bear myself
Člaud. To what end? He would but make a proudly, if I perceive the love come from her: they sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse. say, too, that she will rather die than give any sign
D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms-deed to of affection.- I did never think to marry -I must hang him. She's an excellent sweet lady, and out not seem proud.-Happy are they that hear their of all suspicion she is virtuous.
detractions, and can put them to mending. They Claud. And she is exceeding wise.
the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can hear them D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. witness: and virtuous; 'tis so, I cannot "reprove it: Leon. O! my lord, wisdom and blood combating
• Fondness. — Doffed; put aside. - Contemptuous; scorn. . e., beyond the infinite power of thought to conceive-ful. Handsome. Elegance; grace.-Fondness.--1" SadSi. e, into a thousand small pieces. Mock.- Passion, | ly borne," i e., seriously carried on.- Disprove; refute.
and wise, but for loving me; by my troth, it is no And greedily devour the treacherous bait : addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her So angle we for Beatrice; who even now folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may Is couched in the woodbine coverture. chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit Fear you not my part of the dialogue. broken on me, because I have railed so long against Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? A man of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.loves the meat'in his age, that he cannot endure in his No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; * Aloud. youth. Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper I know, her spirits are as coy and wild bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career As Chaggards of the rock. of his humor? No; the world must be peopled. Urs.
But are you sure When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ? I should live till I were married.--Here comes Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair lady: I do spy Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam? some marks of love in her:
Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it; Enter BEATRICE.
But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
To dwish him wrestle with affection, Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come And never to let Beatrice know of it. in to dinner.
Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.
Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed, Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than As ever Beatrice
shall couch upon ? you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful,
Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve I would not have come.
As much as may be yielded to a man;
But nature never fram'd a woman's heart knife's point, and not choke a daw withal. You Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes, have no stomach, signior: fare you well. [Exit. Misprising what they look on; and her wit
Bene. Ha ! " Against my will I am sent to bid you Values itself so highly, that to her
Sure, I think so; do not love her, I am a Jew. I will go get her
pic- She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw man,
Bụt she would spell him 'backward: if fair-fac'd, ACT III.
She'd swear the gentleman should be her sister:
If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick,
Made a foul blot: if tall, a lance ill-headed :
If low, an agate very vilely &cut: Enter HERO, MARGARET, and URSULA. If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds: Hero. Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor;
If silent, why, a block moved with none.
So turns she every man the wrong side out, There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice * Proposing with the prince and Claudio:
And never gives to truth and virtue that Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth. Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. Is all of her: say, that thou overheard'st us;
Hero. No; not to be so odd, and from all fashions And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable. Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,
But who dare tell her so? If I should speak, Forbid the sun to enter; like favorites,
She would mock me into air: O! she would laugh me Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Out of myself, press me to death with wit. Against that power that bred it. There will she
bide Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly
Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
It were a better death than die with mocks,
Which is as bad as die with tickling. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
Urs. Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.
[E.cit. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick, As we do trace this alley up and down,
And counsel him to fight against his passion: Our talk must only be of Benedick:
And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders When I do name him, let it be thy part
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know,
How much an ill word may empoison liking. To praise him more than ever man did merit.
Urs. O! do not do your cousin such a wrong. My talk to thee must be, how Benedick
She cannot be so much without true judgment, Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this matter
(Having so swift and excellent a wit, Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin;
As she is priz'd to have) as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick.
Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Wild hawks. — Desire; recommend. - Undervaluing.
"Spell him backward," i. e., misinterpret him. An • Conversing.- Platted; interwoven.
allusion to the figures cut in agate for
rings.- Quick; ready.
For shape, for bearing, argument, and valor, there is no believing old signs: a' brushes his hat Goes foremost in report through Italy.
o' mornings; what should that bode? Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name. D. Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ?
Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen When are you married, madam?
with him, and the old ornament of his cheek hath Hero. Why,' in a day ;-to-morrow. Come, go in: already stuff'd tennis-balls. I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel, Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
the loss of a beard. Urs. [Aside.] She's blim'd, I warrant you: we D. Pedro. Nay, a' rubs himself with civet: can have caught her, madam.
[haps: you smell him out by that? Hero. [ Aside.] If it prove so, then loving goes by Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet youth's Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. in love.
[Exeunt Hero and URSULA, D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melanBeat. [Advancing.] What fire is in mine ears ? choly. Can this be true ?
Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much ? D. Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself ? for the which, Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu! I hear what they say of him. No glory lives ? but in the lack of such.
Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit, which is now And, Benedick, love on : I will requite thee, crept into a "lutestring, and now governed by stops.
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand. D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him.
Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.
D. Pedro. That would I know too: I warrant, one Believe it better than reportingly.
[Exit. that knows him not.
Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and in despite SCENE II.-A Room in LEONATO's House. of all dies for him.
D. Pedro, She shall be buried with her face upEnter Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, and wards. LEONATO.
Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ache.D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be con- Old signior, walk aside with me: I have studied summate, and then go I toward Arragon.
eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you’n these hobby-horses must not hear. vouchsafe me.
[Exeunt BENEDICK and LEONATO. D. Pedro. Nay; that would be as great a soil in D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about the new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child Beatrice. his new coat, and forbid him to wear it. I will only
Claud. 'Tis even so. Hero and Margaret have be bold with Benedick for his company: for from by this played their parts with Beatrice, and then the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is the two bears will not bite one another when they all mirth: he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's how, meet. string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him.
Enter John. He hath a heart'as sound as a bell, and his tongue John. My lord and brother, God save you. is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue D. Pedro. Good & den, brother. speaks.
John. If your leisure served, I would speak with Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
you. Leon. So say I: methinks, you are sadder.
D. Pedro. In private ? Claud. I hope he be in love.
John. If it please you; yet count Claudio may D. Pedro. Hang him, truant! there's no true hear, for what I would speak of concerns him. drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love. D. Pedro. What's the matter? If he be sad he wants money.
John. [To ClauDIO.] Means your lordship to be Bene. I have the tooth-ache.
married to-morrow! D. Pedro. Draw it.
D. Pedro. You know, he does. Bene. Hang it!
John. I know not that, when he knows what I Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it after-know. wards.
Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you, D. Pedro. What! sigh for the tooth-ache ? discover it. Leon. Where is but a humor, or a worm ?
John. You may think, I love you not: let that apBene. Well
, every one can master a grief, but he pear hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now that has it.
will manifest. For my brother, I think, he holds you Claud. Yet say I, he is in love.
well, and in dearness of heart hath 'holp to effect D. Pedro. There is no appearance of d fancy in your ensuing marriage ; surely, suit ill spent, and him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange dis- labor ill bestowed ! guises; as to be a Dutchman to-day, a Frenchman D. Pedro. Why, what's the matter? to-morrow, or in the shape of two countries at once; John. I came hither to tell you; and, circumstances as a German from the waist downward, all slops, shortened, (for she has been too long a talking of) and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet. the lady is disloyal. Unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears Claud. Who? Hero ? he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have John. Even she: Leonato's Hero, your Hero, it appear he is.
every man's Hero. Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, Claud. Disloyal ?
*Conversation - Ensnared.-Executioner.- A play up. Love-songs were sung to the lute.-8"Good den," i.e., on the word fancy, used here for love. -- " Slops," i e, large good day, good even. In dearness of heart," i. e., in the loose breeches: hence a slop-seller,
kindness of his heart.- Helped.