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Your over kindness doth wring tears from me!
I do embrace your offer, and dispose
For henceforth of poor Claudio.
Leon. To-morrow, then, I will expect your com-

To-night, I take my leave. ,

(Exeunt Pedro and CLAUDIO. This naughty man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong.

Bor. No, by my soul, she was not; Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her.

Dogb. Moreover, sir, which indeed, is not under white

and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishment.

Leon. I thank thee, for thy care and honest pains.

Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth ; and I praise Heaven for you

Leon. There's for thy pains.
Dogb. Heaven save the foundation!

Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.

Dogb. I leave an errant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship to correct yourself, for the example of others. Heaven keep your worshipI wish your worship well-Heaven restore you to health! I humbly give you leave to depart; and, if a merry meeting may be wished, Heaven prohibit it! -Conie, neighbour.

[Exeunt DOG BERRY, Verges, the Sexton,

SEACOAL, OATCAK E, and the Watch.
Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with

How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow.



A Hall, in LEONATO's House.


Bened. 'Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by belping me to the speech of Beatrice.

Marg. Will you then, write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?

Bened. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it!

Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs ?

Bened. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches.

Marg. And yours, as blunt as the fencer's foils, which bit, but hurt not.

Bened. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice.

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you. (Exit.

Bened. (Sings.] The god of love,

That sits above,
And knows me, and knows me,

How pitiful I deserve,

I mean in singing ; but in loving, -Leander, the good swimmer, Troilus, the first employer of panders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over, as my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for school, fool, a babbling rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme ; very ominous endings !—No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms.

Enter Beatrice. Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?

Beatr. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me, Bened. O, stay but till then!

Beatr: Then, is spoken ; fare you well now :-and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath past between you and Claudio.

Bened. Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray

thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Beatr. For them all together; which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me.

Bened. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Beatr. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours ; for I will never love that, which my

friend hates.

Bened. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Beatr. It appears not in this confession; there's not one wise man among twenty, that will praise himself.

Bened. An old, an old instance—And now tell me, how doth your cousin?,

Beatr. Very ill.
Bened. And how do you?
Beatr. Very ill 100.

Bened. Serve Heaven, love me, and mend.
Here comes one ip haste,

Enter URSULA. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; it is proved my Lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fled and gone.

[Exit URSULA. Beatr. Will you go hear this news, signior?

Bened. I will live in thy eyes, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy heart; and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle.



A Room in LEONATO's House.



Friar. Did not I tell you she was innocent?
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused

Upon the error that you heard debated :
But Margaret was in some fault for this;
Although against her will, as it appears.

Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.

Bened. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all,

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;
And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd :
The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour
To visit me:-You know your office, brother;
You must be father to your brother's daughter,
And give her to young

Ant. Which I will do with a confirm'd countenance.
Bened. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
Friar. To do what, signior?

Bened. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; 'tis most

true. Bened. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the prince: But what's your will ?

Bened. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
In the estate of honourable marriage;-
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon. My heart is with your liking.

Friar. And my help.
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO.
Leon. We here attend you: Are you yet determined
To-day to marry with my

brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother: Here's the friar ready.

[Exit Antonio. Pedro. Good-morrow, Benedick : ,Why, what's the

matter, That


have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Claud. I think, he thinks upon


bull: Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,


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