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Win me and wear me,--let him answer me:- Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career,
Come, follow me, boy; come,'sir boy, tollow me; if you charge it against me:- I pray you, chuse
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining' fence, another subject.
Nay, as I ain a gentleman, I will.

Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this Leon. Brother,

[niece 5 last waz broke cross'. Ant. Content yourself; God knows, I lov'd my Pedro: By this light, he changes more and And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; more; I think, he be angry indeed. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his As I dare take a serpent by the tongue: girdle'. Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops!-- 101 Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Leon. Brother Anthony,- [them, yea.

Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Ant. Hold you content; What, man? I know Bene. You are a villain ;-) jest not :-/ will And what they weigh, even to theutinost scruple: make it good how you dare, with what you dare, Scambling', out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, and when you dare:-Do me right, or I will That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, 15 protest your cowardice. You have kill'd a sweet Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you : And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,

Let me hear from you. How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have And this is all.

good cheer. Leon. But, brother Anthony,

20 Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;

Claud. l'faith, I thank him ; he hath bid me Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. (patience. to a calves-head and a capon; the which if I do

Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your not carve most curiously, say niy knife's naught: My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; Shall I not find a woolcock too? But on my honour, she was charg’d with nothing 25 Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. But what was true, and very full of proof.

Pedro. I'll tell thee, how Beatrice prais'd thy wit Leon. My lord, my lord,

the other day: I said thou hadst a tine wit; True, Pedro. I' will not hear you.

says she, a fine little one; No, said I, a greut wit; Leon. No? •

Night, said she, a great gross one; Nay, said I, a Come, brother, away:-I will be heard.- 30 good wit; Just, says she, it hurts nobody; Nay, Ant. And shall,

said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a Or some of us will smart for it. (Ereunt ambo. wise gentleman; Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; Enter Benedick.

That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me Pedro. See, see,

on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday Here comes the man we went to seek,

|35 morning:there'sadoubletongue, there's 2 tongues.. Cliųd. Now, signior!

Thus did she an hour together, trans-shape thy parWhat news?

ticular virtues; vet, at last, she concluded with a Bene. Good day, my lord.

sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy, Pedro. Welcome, signior:

Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and You are almost come to part almost a fray. 40 said, she car'd not.

Cland. We had like to have had our two noses Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, snapt off with two old men without teeth.

an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st him dearly; the old man's daughter told us all. thou? had we fought, I doubt, we should have Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him been too young for them.

45 then he rus hid in the gardi n. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's I came to seek you both.

horns on the sensible Benedick's head? Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee: Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain dwells Benedick the married man. have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit? 50 Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind;

Bene. It is in my scabbard: Shall I draw it? I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? you break jests as braggartsdo their blades, which, Claud. Never any did so, though very many

God be thank’d, hurt not.--My lord, for your have been beside their wit:- I will bid thee draw, many courtesies I thank you; linust discontinue as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us. 55 your company: your brother, the bastard, is

Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale:- Ned from Messina; you have, among you, killid Art thou sick or angry?

a sweet and innocent lady: For my lord LackClaud. What! courage, man! What though beard there, he and I shall meet; and till then, care kill'd a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee peace be with him!

[Exit Benedick. to kill care,

160 Pedro. He is in earnest. · A foin is a thrust or push with a weapon. ? That is, scrambling. A scrambler is one who visits about among his friends to get a dinner. : An allusion to tilting,

- This is similar to a proverb now still in use, If he be angry, let him turn the buckle of his girile; the meaning of which is, If he is in an ill humour, let him continue so till be is in a better,



Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image vloth apwarrant you, for the love of Beatrice.

in the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. [pear Pedro. And hath challeng'd thee?

Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintills; by this Claud. Most sincerely.

ime our sexton bath reform'd signior Leonato of Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes 51 he matter:And, masters, do not forget to specify, in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit'! when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. Enter Dogberry, Virges, Conrude and Borachio Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leoguarded.

nato, and the sexton too. Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then Re-enter Leonato und Antonio, with the Sexton. is an ape a doctor to such a man.

101 Leon. Which is the villain? Letine see his eyes; Pedro.But, solt you, let be; pluck up my heart, That when I note another man like him, and be sad : Did he not say, iny brother was teda I may avoid him: Which of these is he? [on me.

Dogh. Come you, sir, it justice cannot tame Bora. If you would know your wronger, look yo'', she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite 15 Mine innocent child:

[läst kill'd once, you must be look'd to.

Bora. Yea, even I alone. Pedro. How now? two of my brother's men Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; bound! Borachio, vne!

Here stand a pair of honourable men, Cumd. Hearken atter their offence, my lord. A third is tied, that had a hand in it:Pedro.Otlicers,whatoffencehavethesemendone ? 20 I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;

Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false Record it with your high and worthy deeds: report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; Twas bravely done, it you bethink you ot it. secondarily, they are slanders; sisth and lastly, Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, they have bely'd a lady; thirdly, they have ve- Yet I must speak: Chuse your revenge yourself; Tify'd unjust things: and, to conclude, they are 25lın pose me to what penance your invention lying knares.

Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not, Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; But in mistaking thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Pedro. By my soul, nor I; lastly, why they are cominilled; and, to con- And yet, to satisfy this good old man, clude, what you lay to their charge?

30 I would bend under any heavy weight Cloud. Rightly reason'd, and in his own divi- That he'll enjoin me to. sion; and by my troth, there's one meaning well Leon. I cannot bid


bid my daughter live, suited?.

That were impossible; but, I pray you both, Pedro. Whom liave you offended, masters, Possess the people in Messina here that you are thus bound to your answer? this 35 How innocent she dy'd; and, if your love learned constable is too cunning to be understood: Can labour aught in sad invention, What's your offence?

Ilang her an epitaph upon her tomb, Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night; nine answer ; do you hear me, and let this count To-morrow morning come you to my house; kill me. I have deceiv'd even your very eyes : 40 And since you could not be my son-in-law, what your wisdoms could not discover, thescsbal- Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, low tools have brought to light; who, in the night, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, overheard me contessing to this man, how Don And she alone is beir to both of us; (cousin, John your brother incens'd me to slander the lady Give her the right you should have given her Hero ; how you were brought into the orchard, 45 And so dies my revenge. and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; Claud. O noble sir, how you disgrac'd her, when you should marry Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! ber: my villainy they have upon record; which I do embrace your offer; and dispose I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over For henceforth of poor Claudio.

[ing; to my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and 50 Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coinmy master's false accusation; and briefly, I de- To-night I take my leave. This naughty man sire nothing but the reward of a villain. Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,

[it. Hir'd to it by your brother. Claud. I have drunk poison, while he utteral); Boru. No, by my soul, she was not; Peuro. But did my brother set thee on to this: Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; Boru. Yea,and paid ine richly forthe practice ofit. But always hath been just and virtuous, Pedro. He is coinpos'd and fram’dofireachery:- In any thing that I do know by her. [under And tied he is upon this villainy.

Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not ' Dr. Warburton says, it was esteemed a mark of levity and want of becoming gravity, at that time, 10 go in the doublet und hose, and leare off the cloak, to which this well-turned expression als lodes. The thought is, that love makes a man as ridiculous, and exposes him as naked, as being in the doublet and hose without a cloak. : That is, put into many modes, or shapes, a


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white and black) this plaintiff here, the offender, Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must did call me ass; I besech you, let it be remember- put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangered in his punishment. And also, the watch hearu ous weapons for maids. them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a Marg: Well

, I will call Beatrice to you, who, key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it'; and 5 I think, hath legs.

[Exit Margaret. borrows money in God's name; the which he Bene. And therefore will come. [Sings.] hath used so long, and never paid, that now mer grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's

The god of love,

That sits above, sake: Pray you examine him on that point. Leon. I ihank thee for tliy care and honest 10

And knows me, and knou's me, pains.

How pitiful I descroe,Dogh. Your worship speaks like a most thank- I mean in singing; but in loving,-Leander the ful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pane, Leon. There's for thy pains.

dars, and a whole book full of these quondam care Dogb. God save the foundation !

15 pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and ihe even road of a blank verse, why, they were I thank thee.

never so truly turn'd over and over, as my poor Dogh. I leave an arrant knave with your wor- self, in love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhime; I ship; which, I beseech your worship to correct have try’d; I can tind out no rhime to ladi; but buyourself, for the example of others. God keep 20 b), an innocent rlime; for scorn, born, a hard your worship; I wish your worship well; God lihime; for school, fool, a babblingrhime; very omirestore you to health: I humbly give you leave to nous endings: No, I was not born under a rhiining depart, and if a merry meeting may be wish'd, planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms.God prohibit it.--Come, neighbour. (Excunt.

Enter Beatrice. Leon.Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell.25 Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to- Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call morrow.


[me. Pedro. We will not fail.

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero.

Bene. O, stay but till then!
Leon. Bring you these tellows on; we'll talk 30 Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you

well now:with Margaret,

[low. and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came for, How her acquaintance grew with this lewit fel- which is, with knowing what hath past between

[E.reunt severally. vou and Claudio. SCENE - II.

Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will

35 kiss thee. A Room in Leonato's House.

Brat. Foul words are but foul wind, and foul Enter Benue dick and Margaret.

wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noiBene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de- some; therefore I will depart unkiss'd. serve well at my liands, by helping me to the Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of its speech of Beatrice.

40 right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But I must tell Marg. Will you then write me a sopnet in thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge ; praise of my beauty?

and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no

subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, man living shall come over it; for, in most come- tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou tirst ly truth, thou deservest it.

45 tall in love with me? Alarg. To' have no man come over me? why, Beat. For them all together; which maintain'ı shall I always keep below stairs ?

so politick a state of evil, that they will not admit Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's any good part to intermingle with them. But for mouth: it catches.

which of my good parts did you first suffer love Nurg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, 50 for me? which bit, but hurt not.

Bene, Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not Hove, indeed, for I love thee against my will. hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Bea- Beat. In spight of you heart, I think; alas! trice: I give thee the bucklers'.

poor heart! If you spight it for my sake, I will Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers 55 pight it for yours; for I will never love that of our own.

(which my friend hates. · Dr. Warburton comments on this passage as follows:-" There could not be a pleasanter ridicule on the fashion, than the constable's descant on his own blunder. They heard the conspirators satyrize the fushion, whom they took to be a man surnamed, Deform.d. This the constable applies with exquisite humou to the courtiers, in a description of one of the most fantastical fashions of that time, the men's wearing rings in their ears, and indulging a favourite lock of hair which was brought before, and tied with ribbons, and called a lore-lock. Against this fashion William Prynne wrote his treatise, called, " The Unlovelymess of Love-locks." ? To come orer probably means here the same as to overcome, in its most significant sense; when applied to a woman. Meaning, I yield.





Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace

Heavily, heavily: ably.

Graves, ujawn and yield your dead, Beat. It appears not in this confession; there's Till death be uttered, not one wise man among twenty, that will praise

Heavily, heavily. himself.

5 Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that Yearly will I do this rite. liv'd in the time of good neighbours'; if a man Pedro. Good-morrow, masters; put yourtorches do not erect in this age his own tomb e're he dies,


[day, he shall live no longer in monument, than the The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gemile bell rings, and the widow weeps.

10 Before the wheels of Phæbus, roundabout Beat. And how long is that, think you?

Dapples the drowsy east with 'spots of grey : Bene. Question?!- Why, an hour in clamour, Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is moster- Clud. Good-morrow, masters; each his several pedient for the wife, (if Don Worm, his con

[weeds; science, find no impediment to the contrary) to bol Puro. Come, let us hence, and put on other the trumpet of his own virtues, aslam to myself: und ihen to Leonato's we will go. So much for praising niyself, (who, I myself will Claud. Andllymen now withluckierissue speeds, bear witness, is praise-worthy) and now tell me, Than this, for whom we renderd up this woe! How doth your cousin ? Beaut, Very ill.


SCENE IV. Bene. And how do you?

Leonato's House. Beut. Very ill too.

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mevd: there Enter Leonato, Benedick, Margaret, Ursu'a, will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.

Antonin, liriur, and Hero.
Enter Ursulu.

125 Friur. Did not I tell you she was innocent?[her, Urs. Madain, you must come to your uncle: Leon. Soarethe prince and Claudio, who accus'd yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Upon the error that you heard debated: Hero hath been falsely accus'd, the prince and But Margaret was in some fault for this; Claudio mightily abus'd; and Don John is the Although against her will, as it appears author of all, who is tied and gone: Will you 30 In the true course of all the question. come presently?

Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well, Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? Bone. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd

Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap. To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. and be bury'd in thy eyes; and moreover, I will Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, go with thee to thy uncle.

[Ereunt. 35 Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd, SCENE III.

The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour A Church.

To visit me:-You know your office, brother;

You must be father to your brother's daughter, Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, 40 And give her to young Claudio. (Exeunt Ladies. with music and tapers:

Ant. Which I will do with contirm'd countenance. Cland. Is this the monument of Leonato?

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Atten. It is, my lord.

Friar. To do what, signior?
Claudio reads.

Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them. Done to death by slanderous tongues, 45 Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, Was the Hero, that here lies:

Your niece regards me with an eye of tavour. (true, Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,

Leon. Thateye my daughter lent her; 'Tis most Gives her fame uhich never dies:

Bene. And I'do with an eye of love requite her. So the life, that dy'd with shame,

Leon. The right whereof I think you had from Lives in death with glorious fame. 501


[will ? Hang thou there

the tomb,

From Claudio and the prince: But what's your Praising her when I am dumb.-

Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical: Now musick sound, and sing your solemn hymn. But for my will, my will is, your good will

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd SON G.

15511n the estate of honourable marriage:Pardon, Goddess of the night,

in which, good triar, I shall desire your help. Those that slew thy virgin knight;

Leon. My heart is with your liking. For the which, with songs of woe,

Friu. And my help.
Round about her tomb they go.

Here comes the prince and Claudio.
Midnight, assist our moan;

60 Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, roith Attendants. Help us to sigh and groan,

Pedro. Good morrow to this tair assembly. That is, when men were not envious, but every one gave another his due. 2 That is, what a question's there, or what a foolish question do you ask.


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Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Bene. They swore, that you were almost sick Claud o;

for me.

(for me. We here attend yol; are you yet determin'd Brut. They swore, that you were well-nigh dead To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Bene. 'Tis no such matier:-Then, you do not Cund. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. 5

love me? Lion. Call her torth, brother, here's the friar Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence. ready.

[Erit Antonio. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's

gentleman. That you have sucha February face, [the matter, Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; So tull of frost, of storin, and cloudiness? 10 for here's a paper, written in his hand,

Claud. I think he thinks upon the savagebull:- A halting sonuet of his own pure brain, Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,

Fashion'd to Beatrice. And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

Flero. And here's another, As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, When he would play the noble beast in love. 15 Containing her atlection unto Benedick. Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;

Bine. A miracle! bere's our own hands against And somesuch strange bullkapt your father'scow, our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; but, by this And got a calf in that same noble feat,

right, I take thee for pity. Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Brut. I would not deny you:--but, by this good Re-enter Antonio, with Hero, Beatrice, Varga-20/day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to ret, and Ursula, muisk'd.

save your life, for I was told, you were in a conClud. For this I owe you: here come other sumption. reck’nings.

Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.Which is the lady I must seize upon?

[Kissing her Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. 25 Pedro. How dost thou,Benedick the married man? Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witsee vour face.

Thand crackers cannot fout me out of my humour: Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her Dost thou think I care for a satire, or an epigram? Before this friar, and swear to marry her. No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall

Claud. Give me your hand before tits holy friar; 30 \ear nothing handsonne about him: In brief, since I am your husband, if you like of me.

I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any llero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife: purpose that the would can say against it; and

[Unmasking iherefore never fout at me for what I have said And when you lov’d, you were my other husband. against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is Claud. Another Hero?

35 myconclusion. For thy part, Claudio, I did think Hero. Nothing certainer:

to have beaten thee; bui in that thou art like to One Hero dvid dehlil; but I do live,

be my kinsman, live uubruis’d, and love my couAnd, surely as I live, I am a maidi.

Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead! Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have Leon. She dy'd, my lord, but whilesher slander 40 denied Beatrice, that I miglit have cudgell'd thee liv'd.

out of thy single life, to makethee a double dealer; Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin When, after that the holy rites are ended, do not look exceedingly narrowly to thee, I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:

Bine. Come, come, we are friends:-let's have Mean tiine let wonder scem familiar,

45 a dance ere we are marry'd, that we may lighten And to the chapel let us presently.

our own hearts, and our wives' heels. Bene. Soft and fair, friar.- Which is Beatrice: Icon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Beat. I answer to that name; What is your will: Bene. First, o'mny word; therefore, play, muBene. Do not you love me?

sick.-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get Beut. Why, no, no more than reason. bothee a wife: there is no stalf more reverend than Bune. Why, then, your uncle, and the prince, one tipt with horn. and Claudio,

Enter Messenger. llave been deceived; they swore you did. Mess. Mylord, your brotherJohn is ta’en in flight, Brut. Do not you love me?

And brought with armed men back to Messina.. Bene. Troth, no, no more than reason. 55 Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow: I'll Bcut. Whiy, then, my cousin, Margaret, and devise thee brave punishinents for him.--Strike l'rsula, up, pipers.

[Dunce. Are much di ceiv’d; for they did swear ycu did.

[Excunt omnes.


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