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Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio. -Yours, sirrah ?
Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade.—Masters, it is oroved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves ?
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him.—Come you hither, sirrah ; a word in your ear, sir; I say to
you, it is thought you are false knaves. Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Dogb. Well
, stand aside. They are both in a talo : Have you writ down—that they are none ?
Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine ; you njust call forth the watch that are their accusers.
Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way : Let the watch come forth : Masters, I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these
1st Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother was a villain.
Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :-Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother-villain.
Bora. Master constable,
Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy look, I promise thee.
Sexton. What heard you him say else?
2nd Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully.
Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
1st Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her.
Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemp. tion for this.
Sexton. What else? 2nd Watch. This is all.
Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly died.—Master constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go before and show him their examina. tion.
[Exit Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Verg. Let them be in band. Con. Off, coxcomb! Dogb. Where's the sexton ? let him write down—the prince's officer, coxcomb.—Come, bind them :- Thou naughty varlet !
Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass.
my years :—0 that he were here to write me down—an ass! but, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a house holder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had !osses; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him : Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down-an ass !
ACT V. *Hero's innocence is completely established by the confession of Borachio
Claudio, on learning how unjustly he had accused his mistress, implores the forgiveness of Leonato, ang offers any reparation within his power-supposing that Hero is dead. Leonato invites aim to come to his House, “to-morrow morning”-and proposes to give him the hand of a niece of his, in marriage. Claudio consents. The next Scene winds up the story of this incomparable comedy.
SCENE.-A Room in Leonato's House.
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.
Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enfcrcd
Leon. Weli, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-
Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most true,
Leon. The sight, whereof, I think, you had from me,
Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
Leon. My heart is with your liking.
And my help.
Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
Cláud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop.
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull :
Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked.
Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand,
Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of me.
Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife: [Unmasking And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.
Claud. Another Hero ?
D. Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero that is dead !
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.--Which is Beatrice ?
[Unmasking What is your will ?
Bene. Do not you love me?
Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio, [Iave been deceived; for they swore you did.
Beat. Do not you love me?
Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula,
Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me.
Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her:
And here's another,
Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against our hearts !-Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Bea. I would not deny you ;—but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.
[Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married man ?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear noihing handsome about him: In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it ; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.-.For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer ; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee.
Bene. Come, come, we are friends :-let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o' my word ; therefore, play music.—Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife.
Enter a Messenger.
Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers. í Dance. Exeunt
“The traditionary story of Macbeth, on which this Drama is founded, is related by Lollinshed, in his Chronicles, and also by George Buchanan in bis Latin “ History of Scotland."
Shakspeare is supposed to have availed himself of Hollinshed's narrative in the construction of this Play, as the incidents introduced by the Poet, are precisely those narrates! by the chronicler. The supernatural agency exercised by the Witches, may appear in this enlightened age, to be beyond the bounds of credibility, but it should be remembered that in Shakspeare's time, the belief in witchcraft was universal.
DUNCAN, King of Scotland.
rest of the Play, in SCOTLAND; and, chiefly, at Macbeth's Castle.