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Leon. Where is but a humour, or a worm? holds you well; and in deamese of heart hath holo
Bene. Well, every one can master a grief, but to effect your ensuing marriage: surely, suit ill he that has it.
spent, and labour ill bestowed ! Claud. Yet say I, he is in love.
D. Pedro. Why, what's the matter? D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in D. John. I came hither to tell you; and, cirhim, unless it be a fancy thai he hath to strange dis- cumstances shortened, (for she hath been too long guises; as, to be a Dutchman to-day; a Frenchman a talking of,) the lady is disloyal. to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries at Claul. Who? Hero? once, as a German from the waist downward, all D. John. Even she; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, slop;' and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no every man's Hero. doublet : unless he have a fancy to this loolery, as Claud. Disloyal ? it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you D. John. The word is too good to paint out her would have it appear he is.
wickedness; I could say, she were worse; think Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, you of a worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonthere is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat der not till further warrant: go but with me too'mornings; what should that bode?
night, you shall see her chamber-window entered ; D. Pedro. Hath any manseen him at the barber's? even the night before her wedding-day: if you love
Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen her then, to-morrow wed her; but it would better with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath fit your honour to change your mind. already stuffed tennis-balls.
Claud. May this be so ? Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by D. Pedro. I will not think it. the loss of a beard.
D. John. If you dare not trust that you see, conD. Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet: can fess not that you know: if you will follow me, I you smell him out by that ?
will show you enough; and when you have seen Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet more, and heard more, proceed accordingly. youth's in love.
Claud. If I see any thing to-night why I should D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melan- not marry her to-morrow; in the congregation, choly.
where I should wed, there will I shame her. Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? D. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain
D. Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the her, I will join with thee to disgrace her. which, I hear what they say of him.
D. John. I will disparage her no farther, till you Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit ; which is now are my witnesses : bear it coldly but till midnight, crept into a lutestring, and now governed by stops. and let the issue show itself.
D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him : D. Pedro. O day untowardly turned ! conclude, conclude, he is in love.
Claud. O mischief strangely thwarting ! Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.
D. John. O plague right well prevented! D. Pedro. That would I know too; I warrant, So will you say, when you have seen the sequel. one that knows him not.
(Erernt. Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in de- SCENE III.-A street. Enter Dogberry and spite of all, dies for him. D. Pedro. She shall be buried with her face up
Verges, with the Watch. wards.
Dogb. Are you good men and true ? Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach. Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they should Old signior, walk aside with me: I have studied suffer salvation, body and soul. eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for these hobby-horses must not hear.
them, if they should have any allegiance in them, (Ereunt Benedick and Leonato. being chosen for the prince's watch. D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour Beatrice.
Dogberry: Claud. 'Tis even so: Hero and Margaret have Dogb. First, who think you the most desartless by this played their parts with Beatrice ; and then man to be constable. the two bears will not bite one another, when they 1 Watch. Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; meet.
for they can write and read. Enter Don John.
Dogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal. God D. John. My lord and brother, God save you. hath blessed you with a good name: to be a wellD. Pedro. Good den, brother.
favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write D. John. If your leisure served, I would speak and read comes by nature.
2 Watch. Both which, master constable, D. Pedro. In private ?
Dogb. You have; I knew it would be your anD. John. If it please you ;-yet count Claudio swer. Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God may hear; for what I would speak of concerns him. thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your D. Pedro. What's the matter ?
writing and reading, let that appear when there is D. John. Means your lordship to be married to- no need of such vanity. You are thought here to morrow ?
(To Claudio. be the most senseless and fit man for the constable D. Pedro. You know he does.
of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern: this D. John. I know not that, when he knows what is your charge; you shall comprehend all vagrom I know.
men: you are to bid any man stand, in the prince's Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you name. discover it.
2 Watch. How if he will not stand ? D. John. You may think I love you not; let Dogb. Why then, take no note of him, but let that appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that him go; and presently call the rest of the watch: I now will manifest: for my brother, I think, he together, and inank God you are rid of a knave.
Verg. If he will not stand when he is bidden, he (1) Large loose breecles.
lis none of the prince's subjects.
Dogb. True, and they are to meddle with none now forward with thy tale. but the prince's subjects :-you shall also make no Bora. Stand thee close then under this penthouse, noise in the streets; for, for the watch to babble and for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true drunkard, talk, is most tolerable, and not to be endured. utter all to thee.
2 Watch. We will rather sleep than talk; we Watch. (Aside.] Some treason, masters; yet know what belongs to a watch.
stand close, Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and most Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don quiet watchman; for I cannot see how sleeping John a thousand ducats. should offend: only, have a care that your bills? be Con. Is it possible that any villany should be so not stolen :-Well, you are to call at all the ale- dear? houses, and bid those that are drunk get them to bed. Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were pos2 Watch. How if they will not?
sible any villany should be so rich; for when such Dogb. Why then, let them alone till they are so- villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may ber; if they make you not then the better answer, make what price they will. you may say, they are not the men you took them for. Con. I wonder at it. 2 Watch. Well, sir.
Bora. That shows thou art unconfirmed ;? thou Dogb. If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or by virtue of your office, to be no true man: and, a cloak, is nothing to a man. for such kind of men, the less you meddle or maké Con. Yes, it is apparel. with them, why, the more is for your honesty. Bora. I mean the fashion.
2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion. not lay hands on him ?
Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the Dogb. Truly, by your office, you may; but I fool. But seest thou not what a deformed thief this think, they that touch pitch will be defled: the fashion is? most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a is, to let him show himself what he is, and steal out vile thief this seven year; he goes up and down of your company.
like a gentleman: I remember his name. Verg. You have been always called a merciful Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody? man, partner.
Con. No; 'twas the vane on the house. Dogb. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will ; Bora. Scest thou not, I say, what a deformed much more a man who hath any honesty in him. thics this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about
Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, you all the hot bloods, between fourteen and five and must call to the nurse, and bid her still it. thirty ? sometime, fashioning them like Pharaoh's
2 Watch. How is the nurse be asleep, and will soldiers in the reechy: painting; sometime, like god not hear us ?
Bel's priests in the old church window ; sometime, Dogb. Why then, depart in peace, and let the like the shaven Hercules in the smirched wormchild wake her with crying; for the ewe that will eaten tapestry, where his cod-piece seems as massy not hear her lamb when it baes, will never answer as his club? a calf when he bleats.
Con. All this I see; and see, that the fashion Verg, 'Tis very true.
wears out more apparel than the man: but art not Dogh. This is the end of the charge. You, con- thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou stable, are to present the prince's own person; if hast shifted out of thy tale to tell me of the you meet the prince in the night, you may stay hím. fashion?
Verg. Nay, by'r lady, that I think he cannot. Bora, Not so neither : but know, that I have to
Dogb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man night woocd Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewothat knows the statues, he may stay him: marry, man, by the name of Hero: she leans me out at not without the prince be willing: for, indeed, the her mistress' chamber-window, bids me a thousand watch ought to offend no man; and it is an offence times good night, I tell this tále vilely:-1 should to stay a man against his will.
first tell thee, how the prince, Claudio, and my Verg. By'r lady, I think, it be so.
master, planted and placed, and possessed by my Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night : master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this an there be any matter of weight chances, call up amiable encounter. me: keep your fellows' counsels and your own, Con. And thought they, Margaret was Hero? and good night.--Come, neighbour.
Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio; 2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge: but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; let us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, and partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, and then all to bed.
partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours: I but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm any pray you, watch about signior Leonato's door ; for slander that Don John had made, away went Clauthe wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great dio enraged: swore he would meet her as he was coil to-night: adieu, be vigilant, I beseech you.
appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, [Exeuni Dogberry and Verges. before the whole congregation, shame her with Enter Borachio and Conrade.
what he saw over-night and send her nome again
without a husband. Bora. What! Conrade,
1 Watch. We charge you in the prince's name, Watch. Peace, stir not.
(Aside. stand. Bora. Conrade, I say!
2 Watch. Call up the right master constable : Con. Here man, I am at thy elbow.
we have here recovered the most dangerous piece Bora. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought of lechery that ever was known in the commonthere would a scab follow.
wealth. Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and 1 Watch. And one Deformcd is one of them; 1
know him, he wears a lock. (1) Weapons of the watchmen. (2) Uporactised in the ways of the world.
(4) Soiled. R
Con. Masters, masters.
Marg. Well, an you be no turned Turk, there's 2 Walch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, no more sailing by the star. I warrant you.
Beat. What means the foul, trow? Con. Masters,
Marg. Nothing I ; but God send every one 1 Walch. Never speak; we charge you, let us their heart's desire ! obey you to go with us.
Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, an excellent perfume. being taken up of these men's bills.
Beal. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell. Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Marg. A maid, and stuffed ! there's goodly Come, we'll obey you.
[Exeunt. catching of cold.
Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how SCENE IV.-A room in Leonato's house. En- long have you profess'd apprehension? ter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula.
Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit
become me rarely ? Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice,
Beal. It is not seen enough, you should wear and desire her to rise.
it in your cap.--By my troth, I am sick. Urs. I will, lady.
Marg. Get you some of this distilled Carduus Hero. And bid her come hither. Urs. Well.
[Exit Ursula. thing for a qualm.
Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato' were
Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. better.
Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.
some morals in this Benedictus. Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I war
Marg. Moral ? no, by my troth, I have no moral rant, your cousin will say so.
meaning; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; think, perchance, that I think you are in love. I'll wear none but this.
nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what Marg. I like the new tire? within excellently, I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, irif the hair were a thought browner : and your deed,'I cannot think, if I would think' my heart gown's a most rare fashion, j'faith. I saw the out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you duchess of Milan's gown, that they praise so. will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Hero. O, that exceeds, they say.
Benedick was such another, and now is he become Marg. By my troth it's but a night-gown in re-a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet spect of yours: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced
now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat withwith silver; set with pearls, down sleeves, side-out grudging: and how you may be converted, I sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a bluish know not; but methinks, you look with your eyes tinsel : but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excel- as other women do. lent fashion, your's is worth ten on't.
pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart Marg. Not a false gallop. is exceeding heavy! Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of
Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed ? Marg. Of what, lady ? of speaking honourably? of the town, are come to fetch you to church.
signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not
Ilero, IIélp to dress me, good coz, good Meg, your lord honourable without marriage? I think you would have me say, saving your reverence,-
(Exeunt. a husband : an bad thinking do not wrest true SCENE V. - Another room in Leonato's house. speaking, I'll offend nobody: Is there any harm in Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. the heavier for a husband ? None, I think, an if it be the right husband, and the right wife ; other
Leon. What would you with me, honest neighwise, 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Bea
bour? trice else, here she comes.
Dogh. Marry, sir, I would have some conf
dence with you, that decerns you nearly. Enter Beatrice.
Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you sce, 'tis a busy
time with me. Hero. Good morrow, coz.
Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir. Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero.
Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir. Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the sick Leon. What is it, my good friends? tune?
Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little of Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are not Marg. Clap us into-Light or love; that goes so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were ; without a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. but, in faith, honest, as the skin between his brows.
Beat. Yca, Light o love, with your heels !-- Very. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any then is your husband have stables enough, you'll man living, that is an old man, and no honester see he shall lack no barns.
than I. Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, with my heels.
neighbour Verges. Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. you were ready. By my troth I am exceeding ill ;--- Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we hey ho!
are the poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? own part, if I were as tedious as a Ang, I could Beal. For the letter that begins them all, H.* find in my heart to bestow it all of your vorship.
Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! (1) A kind of ruff. (2) Head
(5) Hidden meaning.
Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more Leon. dare make his answer, none. than 'uis : for I hear as good exclamation on your Clau. O, what men dare do! what men may do! worship, as of any man in the city; and though I what men daily do!. not knowing what they do! be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Bene. How now ! interjections ? Why, then Verg. And so am I.
Isome be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! Leon. I would sain know what you have to say, Claud. Stand thee by, friar :-Father, by your Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, except
leave; ing your worship's presence, have ta'en a couple Will you with free and unconstrained soul of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.
Give me this maid, your daughter ? Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose God help us! it is a world to see !!_Well said, worth, i'faith, neighbour Verges :-well, God's a good May counterpoise this rich and precious gift. man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride 1). Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. behind :-an honest soul, i'faith, sir; by my troth Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble ihandhe is, as ever broke bread: but, God' is to be wor
fulness.snipped: all men are not alike; alas, good neigh- There, Leonato, take her back again; bour!
Give not this roiten orange to your friend ; Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of She's but the sign and semblance of her honour :you.
Behold, how like a maid she blushes here: Dogb. Gifts, that God gives.
0, what authority and show of truth Leon. I must leave you.
Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Dogb. One word, sir : our watch, sir, have, in- Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, deed, comprehended two auspicious persons, and To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, we would have them this morning examined before all you that see her, that she were a maid, your worship.
By these exterior shows? But she is none : Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring She knows the heat of a luxuriousbed: it me; I am now in grcat haste, as it may appearler blush is guiltiness, not modesty: unto you.
Leon. What do you mean, my lord ? Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Not to be married, Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well. Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.
Leon. Dear my lord, it you, in your own proof Enter a Messenger.
Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,
And made' defeat of her virginity, Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your
Claud. I know what you would say; If I have daughter to her husband.
known her, Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. [Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. And so estenuate the 'forehand sin:
You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, Dogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis
No, Leonato, Seacol, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol ; we are now to examination these men.
I never tempted her with word too large ;)
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Verg. And we must do it wisely.
Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; here's that (Touching his forehead.) shall drive
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? some of them to a non coin: only get the learned You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it: writer to set down our excommunication, and meet As chaste as in the bud ere it be blown; me at the goal.
But you are more intemperate in your blood
That rage in savage sensuality.
Hero. "Is my lord well, that he doth speak so SCENE 1.—The inside of a church. Enter Don
wide ? Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Claudio,
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?
What should I speak ? Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, &c.
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the To link my dear friend to a common stale. plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream? particular duties afterwards.
D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?
Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Claud. No.
True, O God! Leon. To be married to her, friar; you come to Claud. Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the prince ?' Is this the prince's brother ? Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? this count?
Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord ? Hero. I do.
Claud. Let me but move one question to your Friar. If either of you know any inward impedi-! daughter; ment why you should not be conjoined, I charge And, by thai fatherly and kindly power you, on your souls, to utter it.
That you have in her, bid her answer truly. Cland. Know you any, Hero?
Leon. I charge thce do so, as thou art my child. Hero. None, my lord.
Hero. () God defend me! how am I besei!Friar. Know you any, count?
What kind of catechizing call you this ?
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name, (1) It is worth secing. (2) Lascivious. (3) Licentious,
(4) Remote from the business in hand.
Ilero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea With any just reproach?
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, Claul.
Marry, that can Hero; And salt too little, which may season give llero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.
To her foul tainted Alesh! What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Bene.
Sir, sir, be patient : Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.
I know not what to say. Nero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied ! D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. Bene. Lady, were you her bediellow last night? Leonato,
Beat. No, truly, not: although, until last night, I ars sorry you must hear; upon mine honour, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Leon. Confirm’d, contirm'd! 0, that is stronger Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,
made, Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Which was before barr’d up with ribs of iron! Who hath, indeed, most like a liberali villain, Would the two princes lie 1 and Claudio lie? Confess'd the vile encounters they have had Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, A thousand times in secret.
Wash'd it with tears ? Ilence from her; let her die. D. John.
Fie, fie! they are Friar, Hear me a little ;
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Against her inaiden truth :-Call me a fool; For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, Trust not my reading, nor my observations, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, Which with experimental seal doth warrant To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, The tenor of my book; trust not my age, And never shall it more be gracious. 2
My reverence, calling, nor divinity, Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
(Hero svoons. Under some biting error. Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Leon.
Friar, it cannot be: you down?
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left, D. Jolin. Come, let us go: these things, come Is, that she will not add to her damnation thus to light,
A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Smother her spirits up.
Why seck'st thou then to cover with excuse [Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. That which appears in proper nakedness ? Bene. How doth the lady ?
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? Peat.
Dead, I think ;-help, uncle Hero. They know that do accuse me; I know Hro! why, Hero!-Uncle !-Signior Benedick friar!
If I know more of any man alive, Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand ! Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Death is the fairest cover for her shame, Let all my sins lack mercy!-O my father, That may be wish'd for.
Prove yoù that any man with me convers’d Beat.
How now, cousin Hero? At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Friar. Have comfort, lady.
Maintain’d the change of words with any creature, Leon.
Dost thou look up? Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Friar. Yeg; wherefore should she not?
Friar. There is some strange misprisions in the Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly princes. thing
Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honour; Cry shame upon her ? Could she here deny And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The story that is printed in her blood ?-- The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes : Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. for did I think thou would'si not quickly die, Leon. I know not; if they speak but truth of her, Thought I thy spirits were stronger ihan thy shames, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
honour, Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ?3 Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, ., one too much by thee! Why had I one ? Nor age so eat up my invention, Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ?
Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Why had I not, with charitable hand,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind,
Pause a while, And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, And let my counsel sway you in this case. That I myself was to myself not mine,
Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Valuing of her; why, she–0, she is fallen Let her a while be secretly kept in,
And publish it, that she is dead indeed (1) Too free of tongue. (2) Attractive. (3) Disposition of things.
(4) Sullied. (5) Misconception.