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Beat. Will you not eat your word ?
Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it. I Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibition protest, I love thee.
to & examine. Beat. Why then, God forgive me !
Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ?
examined ? let them come before master constable. Beat. You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me.about to protest, I loved you.
What is your name, friend ? Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
Bora. Borachio. Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that Dogb. Pray write down Borachio. -Yours, sirnone is left to protest.
rah? Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Beat. Kill Claudio.
Conrade. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
Dogb. Write down master gentleman Conrade. Beat. You kill me to deny it. Farewell. Masters, do you serve God? Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope. Beat. I am a gone, though I am here :there is no Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve love in you.-Nay, I pray you, let me go.
God :-and write God first; for God defend but God Bene. Beatrice,
should go before such villains !-Masters, it is proved Beat. In faith, I will go.
already that you are little better than false knaves, Bene. We'll be friends first.
and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than answer you for yourselves ? fight with mine enemy:
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ; Beat. Is he not approved in the bheight a villain, but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonored my kins- sirrah: a word in your ear, sir: I say to you, it is woman 1-0, that I were a man! What! bear her thought you are false knaves. in Chand until they come to take hands, and then Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmiti Dogb. Well, stand aside.—'Fore God, they are gated rancor,-0 God, that I were a man! I would both in a lale. Have you writ down, that they are eat his heart in the market-place.
none? Bene. Hear me, Beatrice
Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to Beat. Talk with a man out at a window !-a proper examine: you must call forth the watch that are saying.
their accusers. Bene. Nay, but Beatrice
Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the heftest way.--Let Beat. Sweet Hero !-she is wronged, she is slan- the watch come forth.-Masters, I chargo you, in dered, she is undone.
the prince's name, accuse these men. Bene. Beat
1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the Beat. Princes, and dcounties ! Surely, a princely prince's brother, was a villain. testimony, a goodly count, count confect; a sweet Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain.-Why, gallant, surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother villain. or that I had any friend would be a man for my Bora. Master constable, sake! But manhood is melted into courtesy, valor Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like thy into compliment, and men are only turned into look, I promise thee. tongue, and 'trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Sexton. What heard you him say else ? Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.-I can 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand not be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero woman with grieving.
wrongfully. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love Dogb. Flat burglary as ever was committed. thee.
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Sexton. What else, fellow ? swearing by it.
1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assemhath wronged Hero ?
bly, and not marry her. Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Bene. Enough! I am engaged, I will challenge everlasting redemption for this. him. I will kiss your hand, and so I leave you. By Sexton. What else? this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. 2 Watch. This is all. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can your cousin : I must say she is dead; and so, fare-deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen well.
[Exeunt. away: Hero was in this manner accused, in this very
manner refused, and, upon the grief of this, suddenly SCENE II.-A Prison.
died. Master constable, let these men be bound, Enter DOGBERRY, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns ; him their examination.
and brought to Leonato's: I will go before, and show
[Exit. and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO.
Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Dogo. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?
Verg. Let them be bound. Verg. O! a stool and a cushion for the sexton. 3 Bora. Hands off, coxcomb! Sexton. Which be the malefactors ?
Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let
him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb."I am gone,” i, e., my heart is gone from you.—b“ Ap. Come, bind them.—Thou naughty varlet! proved in the height," i. e., proved in the highest degree.
Bear her in hand," i, e., delude her with false hopes. & Counts; lords.-"Count confect," i. c., a ugar-candy & "The exhibition to examine," is a blunder for " the excount.-Nice.
amination to exhibit."- Quickest.
Con. Away! you are an ass; you are an ass. D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
Good day to both of you. thou not suspect my years ?-0, that he were here Leon. Hear you, my lords, to write me down an ass !--but, masters, remember, D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you well, forget not that I am an ass.-No, thou villain, thou my lord. art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by Are you so hasty now!-well, all is one. [man. good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder; Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any Some of us would lie low. is in Messina; and one that knows the law, go to; Claud.
Who wrongs him? and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou, dissemhath had l leases ; and one that hath two gowns, and bler, thou. every thing handsome about him. Bring him away. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, O, that I had been writ down an ass ! [Exeunt. I fear thee not.
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, If it should give your age such cause of fear.
In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. AOT V.
Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me:
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;
As, under privilege of age, to brag
What I have done being young, or what would do, Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO.
Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief
That I am fore'd to lay my reverence by, Against yourself
And with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Leon.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. Which falls into mine ears as profitless
I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child: As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel;
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
And she lies buried with her ancestors, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine:
0! in a tomb where never scandal slept, Bring me a father that so lov'd his child,
Save this of her's, framed by thy villainy. Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
Claud. My villainy? And bid him speak ’ to me of patience ;
Thine, Claudio; thine, I say. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. And let it answer every strain for strain;
My lord, my lord, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. 3 Call sorrow joy; cry hem, when he should groan;
Claud. Away! I will not have to do with you. Patch grief with powders; make misfortune drunk
Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd my With a candle-wasters; bring him * you to me,
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. [child: And I of him will gather patience.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed: But there is no such man; for, brother, men
But that's no matter; let him kill one first :Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Win me and wear me,-let him answer me.- [me. Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Come, follow me, boy! come, sir boy, come, follow Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your bfoining fence; Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
[niece; Charm ache with air, and agony with words.
Ant. Content yourself. God knows, I lov'd my No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
And she is dead: slander'd to death by villains, To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
That dare as well answer a man, indeed, But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. To be so moral when he shall endure
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops ! The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:
Brother AntonyMy griefs cry louder than badvertisement.
Ant. Hold you content. What, man! I know them; Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
yea, Leon. I pray thee, peace! I will
be flesh and blood; And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: For there was never yet philosopher,
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That could endure the tooth-ache patiently.
That lie, and kcog, and flout, deprave and slander, However they have writ the style of gods,
Go antickly, and show ban outward hideousness, And made a push at chance and sufferance.
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself;
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, Make those that do offend you suffer too. [so.
And this is all! Leon. There-thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do
Leon. But, brother Antony My soul doth tell me Hero is belied,
Come, 'tis no matter: And that shall Claudio know; so shall the prince,
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. [patience. And all of them, that thus dishonor her.
D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your
My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio hastily. d Good day. - I betide."" Active practice." i. e., skill in
fencing. - Daff me,” i. e., put me off
. - Thrusting. Shuf. * Midnight revellers.-bi. e., than admonition; than moral fling.- Flatter.-1" Wake," i. e., rouse; stir up; convert instruction. "Made a push at," i, e., contended against. your patience into anger by longer tarrying.
But, on my honor, she was charg'd with nothing tlernan:" “ Nay," said I, "he hath the tongues :" But what was true, and very full of proof.
“ That I believe," said she, "for he gwore a thing Leon. My lord, my lord !
to me on Monday night, which he forswore on D. Pedro.
I will not hear you. Tuesday morning: there's a double tongue; there's Leon.
No? two tongues." Thus did she, an hour together, Come, brother, away.--I will be heard.
trans-shape thy particular virtues; yet at last she Ant. And shall, or some of us will smart for it. concluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man
[Eteunt LEONATO and ANTONIO. in Italy. Enter BENEDICK.
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said
she cared not. D. Pedro. See, see! here comes the man we went
D. Pedro. Yes, that she did ; but yet, for all that, to seek.
an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love Claud. Now, signior, what news? Bene. Good day, my lord.
him dearly. The old man's daughter told us all. D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: you are almost come he was hid in the garden.
Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when to part almost a fray. Claud. We had like to have had our two noses horns on the sensible Benedick's head?
D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's snapped off with two old men without teeth. D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother. What think'st Benedick the married man!"
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, “Here dwells thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been
Bene. Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. too young for them. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valor. I break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God
I will leave you now to your gossip-like humor: you came to seek you both.
be thanked, hurt not.—My lord, for your many courClaud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain lesies I thank you: I must discontinue your compa
ny. Your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina : have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit?
you have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent Bene. It is in my scabbard : shall I draw it?
lady. For my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?
meet; and till then, peace be with him. Claud. Never any did so, though very many have
(E.cit BENEDICK. been beside their wit.— I will bid thee draw, as we
D. Pedro. He is in earnest. do the a minstrels; draw to pleasure us.
Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll war. D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale. -Art thou sick, or angry?
rant you, for the love of Beatrice.
D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? Claud. What! courage, man! What though care
Claud. Most sincerely. killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill
D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an
goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit!
Claud. He is then a giant to an ape; but then is you charge it against me.--I pray you, choose an
an ape a doctor to such a man. other subject.
D. Pedro. But, soft you ; let me be: pluck up, Claud. Nay then, give him another staff: this last my heart, and be bsad.Did he not say, my brother was broke cross.
was fled ? D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and inore. I think he be angry indeed.
Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Walch, Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.
with CONRADE and BORACHIO. Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?
Dogb. Come, you, sir: if justice cannot tame you, Claud. God bless me from a challenge!
she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance. Bene. You are a villain.-I jest not:- I will make Nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when be looked to. you dare.-Do me right, or I will protest your cow
D. Pedro. How now! two of my brother's men ardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death bound ? Borachio, one ? shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear from you.
Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good
D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men cheer.
done? D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false reClaud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath ebid me to port; moreover, they have spoken untruths; seca calf s-head and I capers, the which if I do not carve ondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they most curiously, say my knife's naught. --Shall I not have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust find a woodcock too?
things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well: it goes easily,
D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy thirdly, I ask thee, what's their offence ? sixth and wit the other day. I said, thou hadst à fine wit: lastly, why they are committed ? and, to conclude, " True," said she," a fine little one:" " No," said I, what you lay to their charge ? a great wit:" " Right," says she,“ a great gross
Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; one :" “Nay,” said I, “a good wit :" "Just," said and, by my troth, there's one meaning well I suited. she, “it hurts nobody:" "Nay,” said I, “ the gen
D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that tleman is wise :” “Certain,” said she," a wise & gen you are thus bound to your answer ? this learned
constable is too cunning to be understood. What's "Draw, as we do the minstrels," i. e., as we bid the min. your offence ? strels draw the bows of their fiddles. Please. The allu Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no farther to mine sion is to lilling - Among wrestlers, to turn the girdle, so answer: do
and let this count kill me. as to bring the buckle of it behind, was considered a challenge. Invited. The woodcock was supposed to have no brains, and was therefore easily caught in a trap; the allu. "Pluck up, my heart, and be sad," I. e., rouse thee, my sion is to the plot against Benedick.--" Wise gentleman" is heart, and be serious. -"Well suited," i. e., put into many as we say a wise-acre.
I have deceived even your very eyes: what your | I do embrace your offer, and dispose wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have For henceforth of poor Claudio. brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me Leon. To-morrow, then, I will expect your coming: confessing to this man, how Don John your brother, To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man a incensed me to slander the lady Hero; how you shall face to face be brought to Margaret, were brought into the orchard, and saw me court Who, I believe, was e pact in all this wrong, Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgraced Hir'd to it by your brother. her, when you should marry her. My villainy they Bora.
No, by my soul, she was not ; have upon record, which I had rather seal with my Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; death, than repeat over to my shame. The lady is But always hath been just and virtuous, dead upon mine and my master's false accusation; In any thing that I do know by her. and, briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a Dogb. Moreover, sir, which, indeed, is not under villain.
[your blood ? white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be rememClaud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. bered in his punishment. And also, the watch heard D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this ? them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a
Bora. Yea; and paid me richly for the practice key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it, and borrows of it.
[ery.— money in God's name; the which he hath used so D. Pedro. He is compos’d and fram'd of treach- long, and never paid, that now men grow hardAnd fled he is upon this villainy.
hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake. Pray Claud. Sweet Hero! now thine image doth appear you, examine him upon that point. In the rare semblance that I loved it first.
Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Dogb. Come; bring away the plaintiffs : by this Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of and reverend youth, and I praise God for you. the matter. And masters, do not forget to specify,
Leon. There's for thy pains. when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. Dogb. God save the foundation !
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato Leon. Go: I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and and the sexton too.
I thank thee. Re-enter Leonato, Antonio, and the Sexton.
Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes, for the example of others. God keep your worship;
which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself That when I note another man like him,
I wish your worship well : God restore you to health. I may avoid him. Which of these is he? Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on
I humbly give you leave to depart, and if a merry [kill's
meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.—Come, Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast
[Exeunt DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Watch. Mine innocent child ? Bora. Yea, even I alone.
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Lcon. No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyself:
Ant. Farewell, my lords: we look for you to-morrow.
D. Pedro. We will not fail. Here stand a pair of honorable men,
To-night I'll mourn with Hero. A third is fled, that had a hand in it.
[Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death :
Leon. Bring you these fellows on. We'll talk with Record it with your high and worthy deeds.
Margaret, 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
How her acquaintance grew with this 6 lewd fellow.
[Exeunt. Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself; Impose me to what penance your invention
SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden.
Enter BENEDICK and MargaRET, meeting. D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
well at my hands by helping me to the speech of I would bend under any heavy weight
Beatrice. That he'll enjoin me to.
Marg. Will you, then, write me a sonnet in praise Leon. I cannot bid you 'cause my daughter live; of my beauty ? That were impossible; but, I pray you both,
Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man < Possess the people in Messina, here,
living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, How innocent she died : and, if your love
thou deservest it. Can labor aught in sad invention,
Marg. To have no man come over me? why shall Hang her an epitaph upon her d tomb,
I always keep below stairs ? And sing it to her bones: sing it to-night.
Benė. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's To-morrow morning come you to my house,
mouth; it catches. And since you could not be my son-in-law,
Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, Be yet my nephew. My brother hath a daughter, which hit, but hurt not. Almost the copy of my child that's dead,
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not And she alone is heir to both of us :
hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice. Give her the right you should have given her cousin, I give thee the b bucklers. And so dies my revenge.
Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of Claud.
O noble sir! Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me. Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put
• Incited_6"Impose me to,” i. e., inflict upon me.-- AC •"Pact," i, e., & party to the pact; an accomplice. " God quaint ; inform. It was anciently the custom to attach a save the foundation !" & phrase used by those who received written inscription, generally in praise of the deceased, to alms at the gates of religious houses. - Knavich. "I give the tombs of celebrated persona,
thee the bucklers," i. e., 1 yield.
in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous | ing myself, who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseweapons for maids.
worthy. And now tell me, how doth your cousin ? Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I Beat. Very ill. think, hath legs.
[E.cit MARGARET. Bene. And how do you Bene. And therefore will come.
Beat. Very ill too.
Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend. There will
I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.
Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle. YonI mean, in singing; but in loving, Leander the good der's old coil at home : it is proved, my lady Hero swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a who is fled and gone. Will you come presently? blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ? over and over, as my poor self, in love. Marry, I Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried : I can find be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with out no rhyme to lady" but “baby," an innocent thee to thy uncle's.
[Exeunt. rhyme ; for “ scorn,'
," "horn," a hard rhyme; for “ school," " fool," a babbling rhyme-very ominous SCENE III.-The Inside of a Church. endings. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet,
Enter Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, and Allendants, nor I cannot woo in festival a terms.
with music and tapers. Enter BEATRICE.
Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called
Atten. It is, my lord. thee?
Claud. [Reads. ]
Done to death by slanderous tongues and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for;
Was the Hero that here lies : which is, with knowing what hath passed between
Death, in 'guerdon of her wrongs, you and Claudio.
Gires her fame which never dies. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss
So the life, that died with shame, thee.
Lives in death with glorious fame. Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind Hang thou there upon the toinb, is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; there
Praising her when I am dumb. fore I will depart unkissed.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit. But, I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge, and either
Pardon, goddess of the night, I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe
Those that slew thy virgin bright; him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for
For the which, with songs of woe, which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love
Round about her tomb % we go. with me?
Midnight, assist our moan; Beat. For them all together; which maintained
Help us to sigh and groan, 80 politic a state of evil, that they will not admit
Heavily, heavily : any good part to intermingle with them. But for
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, which of my good parts did you first suffer love for
Til death be uttered,
Heavily, heavily. Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet. I do suffer Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Yearly will I do this rite.
[out. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, poor D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters: put your torches heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the gentle for yours ; for I will never love that which my friend Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about [day, hates.
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Thanks to you all, and leave us: fare you well.
Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's Claud. Good morrow, masters : each 3 his way can not one wise man among twenty that will praise tell.
[Exeunt Torch-bearers. himself.
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived And then to Leonato's we will go. [weed; in the time of good neighbors. If a man do not Claud. And Hymen now with luckierissue 6 speed, erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and
[Excunt. the widow weepe. Beat. And how long is that, think you ?
SCENE IV-A Room in LEONATO's House. Bene. d Question :-why an hour in clamor, and a
Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, quarter in rheum: therefore is it most expedient for
URSULA, Friar, and HERO. the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for prais Leon. So are the prince and Claudio,who accus'd her
Upon the error that you heard debated : "Festival terms," i. e., holiday phrase.—b "Undergoes my But Margaret was in some fault for this, challenge," i e., is under challenge.—- i. e., when men were good neighbors, and not envious, but each gave the other his due, duquestion," i. e., that is the question
“Old coil," i, e., great confusion.Recompense.