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ing, I'll offend nobody : Is there any harm in the heavier for a husband ? None, I think, an it be the right husband, and the right wife; otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Beatrice else, here she comes.
Hero. Why, how now ! do you speak in the sick tune?
Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks.
Marg. Clap us into-Light o love ; that goes without a burden ; do you sing it, and I'll dance it.
Beat. Yea, Light o' love, with your heels !--then if your husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall lack no barns.
Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels.
Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill : , -hey ho !
Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? -
Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's no more sailing by the star.
Beat. What means the fool, trow ?
Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one their heart's desire !
Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an excellent perfume.
Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell.
Marg. A maid, and stuff’d! there's goodly catching of cold.
Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how long have you profess'd apprehension ?
Marg. Ever since you left it : doth not my wit become me rarely ?
Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap.-By my troth, I am sick.
* i. e. for an ache or pain.
Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing for a qualm.
Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle.
Beat. Benedictus ! why Benedictus ? you have some moral * in this Benedictus.
Marg. Moral? no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning ; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love : nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man : he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do. · Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? Marg. Not a false gallop.
Re-enter Ursula. Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church. · Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.
Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. Leon. What would you with me, honest neighbour?
Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that decerns you nearly.
* Hidden meaning.
Leon. Brief, I pray you ; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me.
Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.
Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows.
Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.
Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges.
Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.
Dogh. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
Leon. All thy tediousness on meha!
Dogh. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis : for 1 hear as good exclamation on your worship, as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Verg. And so am I.
Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.
Dogh. A good old man, sir ; he will be talking ; as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; God help us ! it is a world to see* !-Well said, i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind : --an honest soul, i'faith, sir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread : but, God is to be worshipped : all men are not alike; alas, good neighbour !
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you.
* It is worth