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Into the eye and prospect of his soul,

Brat. I am gone, though I am here : -- There is Than when she liv'd indeed: — then shall he mourn, no love in you :- - Nay, I pray you, let me go. And wish he had not so accus'd her;

Bene. Beatrice, No, though he thought his accusation true.

Beat. In faith, I will go. Let this be so, and doubt not but success

Bene. We'll be friends first. Will fashion the event in better shape

Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than Than I can lay it down in likelihood.

fight with mine enemy. But if all aim but this be levelld false,

Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? The supposition of the lady's death

Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, Will quench the wonder of her infamy :

that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinsAnd, if it sort not well, you may conceal her woman? - 0, that I were a man ! - What! bear 1 As best befits her wounded reputation)

her in hand until they come to take hands; and In some reclusive and religious life,

then with public accusation, uncovered slander, unOut of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. mitigated rancour,-0, that I were a man! I would

Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you : eat his heart in the market-place. And though, you know, my inwardness - and Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;love

Beat. Talk with a man out at a window ? Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,

proper saying! Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this

Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice ;As secretly, and justly, as your soul

Beat. Sweet Hero! - she is wronged, she is Should with your body.

slandered, she is undone. Leon.

Being that I flow in grief, Bene. eatThe smallest twine may lead me.

Beat. Princes and counties ! Surely, a princely Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away; testimony, a goodly count-confect 7; a sweet galFor to strange sores strangely they strain the lant, surely! O, that I were a man for his sake! or

that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! Come, lady, die to live : this wedding day,

But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, and compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, endure.

and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercu(Ereunt Friar, Hero, and LEONATO. les, that only tells a lie, and swears it :- I cannot Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman while?

with grieving. Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I love Bene. I will not desire that.

thee. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.

Beat. Use it for my love some other way than Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is swearing by it. wrong'd.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of hath wronged Hero? me, that would right her!

Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship? soul. Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Bene. May a man do it?

him ; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : By Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.

this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort you: Is not that strange ?

your cousin : I must say, she is dead; and so, fareBeat. As strange as the thing I know not: It well.

[Exeunt. were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so

SCENE II. well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie not;

A Prison. I confess nothing, nor, I deny nothing:- I am sorry Enter DOGBERRY, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns ; for my cousin.

and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.

Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and

Verg. O, a stvol and a cushion for the sexton! I will make him eat it, that says I love not you.

Serton. Which be the malefactors ? 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:

Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibition

to examine. I protest, I love thee.

Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be Beat. Why then, heaven forgive me!

examined ? let them come before master constable. Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice. Beat. You have staid 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?

Bora. Borachio.
Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that

Dogb. Pray write down — Borachio.- -Yours,

sirrah? none is left to protest. Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.

Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is

Beat. Kill Claudio.
Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.

Dogb. Write down — master gentleman Conrade. Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell.

Masters, it is proved already that you are little

better than false knaves; and it will go near to be Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. $ Intimacy,

6 Noblemen.

1 A nobleman made out of sugar.

thought so shortly. How answer you for your. Dogh. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into selves ?

everlasting redemption for this. Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Serton. What else? Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ; 2 Watch. This is all. but I will go about with him. Come you hither, Serion. And this is more, masters, than you can sirrah : a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen thought you are false knaves.

away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

manner refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly Dugh. Well, stand aside. - They are both in a died. - Master constable, let these men be bound, tale: Have you writ down that they are none ? and brought to Leonato's; I will go before, and Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to show him their examination.

(Exil. examine : you must call forth the watch that are Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. their accusers.

Very. Let them be in band. Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way :

· Let

Con. Off, coxcomb. the watch come forth Masters, I charge you, in Dogb. Where's the sexton ; let him write down the prince's name, accuse these men.

the prince's officer, coxcomb. Come, bind 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the them: Thou naughty varlet ! prince's brother, was a villain.

Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Write down — prince John a villain : - Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother- thou not suspect my years? — O that he were here villain.

to write me down-an ass!—but, masters, rememBora. Master constable,

ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like yet forget not that I am an ass: - - No, thou villain, thy look, I promise thee.

thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee Serton. What heard you him say else?

by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand is more, an officer; and, which is more, a houseducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero holder: and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh wrongfully.

as any is in Messina ; and one that knows the law, Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. go to ; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a felVerg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

low that hath had losses; and one that hath two Se.rlon. What else, fellow?

gowns, and every thing handsome about him ; 1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean upon Bring him away. (), that I had been writ down his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole as

[Ereunt. sembly, and not marry her.

an ass.


SCENE I. Before Leonato's House.

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself ;
And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief
Against yourself.

Leon. 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.
Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience ;
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form :
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard :
Cry - sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no such man: For, brother, men
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel ; but tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ach with air, and agony with words :

No, no : 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel :
My griefs cry louder than advertisement. 8

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-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

Ant. Yet bend not all the barm upon yourself;
Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

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,
And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO.
Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily.
D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

Good day to both of you.
Leon. Hear you, my lords,
D. Pedro.

We have some haste, Leonato.
Leon. Some haste, my lord! — well, fare you well,

my lord :

Are you so hasty now? -- well, all is one.

& Admonition.


D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old Leon. My lord, my lord,

D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Leon.

No? Some of us would lie low.

Brother, away :

I will be heard ; -
Who wrongs him ? Ant.

And shall, Leon.

Marry, Or some of us will smart for it. Thou, thou dost wrong me: thou dissembler, thou:

(Ereunt LEONATO and ANTONIO. Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, I fear thee not.

Marry, beshrew my hand,

D Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went
If it should give your age such cause of fear : to seek.
In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. Claud. Now, signior! what news?

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me: Bene. Good day, my lord. I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost As, under privilege of age, to brag

come to part almost a fray. What I have done being young, or what would do, Claud. We had like to have had our two noses Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, snapped off with two old men without teeth. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother : What That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ;

think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, have been too young for them. Do challenge thee to trial of a man.

Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child ;

I came to seek


both. Thy slander hath gone through and through her Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; heart,

for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain And she lies buried with her ancestors :

bave it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit? 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

Bene. It is in my scabbard ; shall I draw it? Sare this of hers fram'd by thy villainy!

D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Claud. My villainy!

Claud. Never any did so, though very many have Leon.

Thine, Claudio ; thine, I say. been beside their wit. — I will bid thee draw, as we D. Pedro. You say not right, old man.

do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. Leon.

My lord, my lord, D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks I'll prove it on his body, if he dare;

pale : Art thou sick, or angry? Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, Clud. What! courage, man! What though care His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. killed a cat, thou hast mettle enoug in thee to kill

Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, my child;

an you charge it against me : - I pray you, choose If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. another subject.

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this But that's no matter; let him kill one first; last was broke cross. Win me and wear me, – let him answer me, – D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and Come, follow me, boy ; come, boy, follow me: more ; I think, he be angry indeed. Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining 9 fence ; Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear ? Leon. Brother,

Claud. Heaven bless me from a challenge! Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my Bene. You are a villain ; – I jest not : I will niece;

make it good how you dare, with what you dare, And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains ; and when you dare :- Do me right, or I will proThat dare as well answer a man, indeed,

test your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :

and her death shall fall heavy on you : Let me hear Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops! Leon.

Brother Antony, - Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know cheer. them, yea,

D. Pedro. What, a feast ? a feast ? And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Claud. I'faith, I thank him ; he hath bid me to Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, a calf's head and a capon; the which if I do not That lie, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught. Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, Shall I not find a woodcock too? And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well ; it goes easily. How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, D. Pedro, I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy And this is all.

wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit : Leon. But, brother Antony,

True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, a great Ant.

Come, 'tis no matter ; wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said I, Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.

a good wit ; Just, said she, it hurts nobody : Nay, D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a your patience.

uise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ; That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me kut, on my bonour, she was charg'd with nothing on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday But what was true, and very full of proof.

morning ; there's a double tungue; there's two tongues. 9 Thrusting

Thus did she, an hour together, trans-shape thy par


from you.

on me.

ticular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a saw me court Margaret in Hero's garment; how sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy,

you disgraced her, when you should marry her : Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, my villainy they have upon record; which I had she cared not.

rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet for all that, shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master's an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all. the reward of a villain. Claud. All, all.

D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's your blood ? horns on the sensible Benedick's head?

Claud. I have drunk poison, while he utter'd it. Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? Bencdick the married man?

Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; of it. I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour : D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treayou break jests as braggarts do their blades, which

chery : hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies, I And fled he is upon this villainy. thank you: I must discontinue your company :

Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear your brother, the bastard, is fled froin Messina : you in the rare semblance that I loved it first. have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: Doub. Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by this For my lord lack-beard, there, he and I shall meet; time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of and till then, peace be with him. (Exit BENEDICK. the matter : And, masters, do not forget to specify, D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll war- Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, rant you, for the love of Beatrice.

and the sexton too. D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee. Claud. Most sincerely.

Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Serton. D. Peilro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes; goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! That when I note another man like him,

I may avoid him: Which of these is he? Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with

Bora. If you would know your wronger, look CONRADE and BORAOHIO. Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath an ape a doctor to such a man.

hast kill'd D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my Mine innocent child ? heart, and be sad !! Did he not say, my brother was Bora.

Yea, even I alone. fled?

Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, Here stand a pair of honourable men. she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance: A third is filed, that had a hand in it:nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; be looked to.

Record it with your high and worthy deeds; D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men | 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. bound! Borachio, one!

Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord ! Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge yourself;

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men Impose me to what penance your invention done?

Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- But in mistaking. port; moreover, they have spoken untruths; se- D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; condarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they And yet, to satisfy this good old man, have belied a lady ; thirdly, they have verified un- I would bend under any heavy weight just things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. That he'll enjoin me to.

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and That were impossible: but, I pray you both, lastly, why they are committed; and, to conclude, Possess the people in Messina here what you lay to their charge ?

How innocent she died : and, if your love Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; Can labour aught in sad invention, and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,

D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night :that you are thus bound to your answer? this learned | To-morrow morning come you to my house; constable is too cunning to be understood: What’s And since you could not be my son-in-law, your offence?

Be yet my nephew : my brother hath a daughter, Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine Almost the copy of my child that's dead, answer; do

you hear


and let this count kill me. And she alone is heir to both of us ; I have deceived even your very eyes; what your Give her the right you should have given her cousin, wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools And so dies my revenge. have brought to light; who, in the night, over- Claud.

0, noble sir, neard me confessing to this man, how don John Your over-kindness doth wring tears from your brother incensed ? me to slander the lady | I do embrace your offer; and dispose Hero: how you were brought into the orchard, and For henceforth of poor Claudio.

1 Serious.

2 Incited.

3 Acquaint.


Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming;

Enter BEATRICE. To-night I take my leave. This naughty man Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,

thee? Who, I believe, was pack'd 4 in all this wrong, Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Hir’d to it by your brother.

Bene. O, stay but till then ! Bora.

No, by my soul, she was not ; Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now : Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, But always hath been just and virtuous,

which is, with knowing what hath passed between In any thing that I do know by her.

you and Claudio. Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not under Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will white and black,) this plaintiff

' here, the offender, kiss thee. did call me ass : I beseech you, let it be remembered Beat. Foul words are but foul breath, and foul in his punishment: And also the watch heard them breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed. talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his his

ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows mo- right sense, so forcible is thy wit : But I must tell ney ; the which he hath used so long, and never thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ; paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will lend nothing: Pray you, examine him upon that subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, point.

tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. fall in love with me?

Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful Beat. For them altogether; which maintained so and reverend youth.

politick a state of evil, that they will not admit any Leon. There's for thy pains. Go, I discharge good part to intermingle with them. But for which thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.

of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; Bene. Suffer love ; a good epithet! I do suffer which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. for the example of others. I wish your worship Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor well: I humbly give you leave to depart. — Come, heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for neighbour. (Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch yours; for I will never love that which my friend Leon. Until to morrow

ow-morning, lords, farewell. hates. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to- Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Bent. It appears not in this confession : there's D. Pedro. We will not fail.

not one wise man among twenty that will praise Claud.

To-night I'll mourn with Hero. himself.

(Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with lived in the time of good neighbours : if a man do Margaret,

not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he How her acquaintance grew with this lewd 5 fellow. shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings,

[Ereunt. and the widow weeps. SCENE II. Leonato's Garden.

Beat. And how long is that, think you ? Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.

Bene. Question ? — Why, an hour in clamour,

and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most exBene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de- pedient for the wise, (if don Worm his conscience serve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the of Beatrice.

trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear of my beauty ?

witness, is praise.worthy,) and now tell me,

How Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man doth your cousin ? living shall come over it; for in most comely truth, Beat. Very ill. thou deservest it.

Bene. And how do you ? Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you.

Beat. Very ill too. | Erit MARGARET.

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there Bene. [Singing.)

will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. The god of love,

That sits above,

Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle ;
And knows me, and knows me,

yonder's old coil 6 at home : it is proved, my lady How pitiful I deserve,

Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and I mean, in singing : but in loving. — Leander the Claudio mightily abused; and don John is the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pan- author of all, who is Aed and gone : will you come dars, and a whole book full of these quondam car- presently ? pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ? even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so Bene. I will live in thy heart, be buried in thy truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love: eyes, and will go with thee to thy uncle's. (Exeunt. Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried ; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent SCENE III. The Inside of a Church. rhyme ; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for school, Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings :

musick and tapers. No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I

Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? cannot woo in festival terms.

5 Wicked.

6 Stir.

4 Combined

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