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Enter a Messenger.
Verg. And we must do it wisely. Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; daughter to ber husband.
here's that touching his forehead] shall drive Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. some of them to a non-com: only get the learn
[Erit Leonato. 5 ed writer to set down our excommunication, and Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis meet me at the jail. Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the
[Exeunt. jail ; we are now to examination these inen.
To witness simple virtue? Would not you swear,
you that see her, that she were a maid,
|20|By these exterior shews ? But she is none: Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar,
She knows the heat of a luxurious' bed: Claudio, Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice.
ller blush is guiltiness, not modesty. Leon. COME, friar Francis, be brief; only to Leon. What do you mean, my lord?
the plain form of marriage, and you Claud. Not to be marry'd, not knit my soul shall recount their particular duties afterwards. 25 To an approved wanton.
Friur. You come hither, my lord, to marry Leon. Dear this lady?
your own proof?, Claud. No.
Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Leon. To be marry'd to her, friar; you come And made defeat of her virginity,to inairy her.
130 Claud. I know what you would say; if I have Friar. Lady, you come hither to be marry'd
known her, to this count?
she did embrace me as a husband, Hero. I do.
And so extenuate the forehand sin: Friar. If either of you know any inward in- No, Leonato, pediment why you should not be conjoined, 1351 never tempted her with word too large; charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
But, as a brother to his sister, shew'd Cluud. Know you any, Hero?
Bashful sincerity and comely love. Hero. None, my lord.
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Friar. Know you any, count?
Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write Leon. I dare make his answer, none.
against it: Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may You seem to me as Dian in her orb; do! what
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; Men daily do! not knowing what they do! But you are more intemperate in your blood
Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! [leave ;145That rage in savage-sensuality, [wide ?
Claud. Stand thee by, friar :--Father, by your Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so Will you with free and unconstrained soul
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? Give me this maid, your daughter?
Pedro. What should I speak?
Leon.Are these things spoken,or do Ibut dream? May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are
Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. (true. Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank- Hero. True, O God! fulness.
1554 Claud. Leonato, stand I here? There, Leonato, take her back again ;
Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? She's but the sign and semblance of her honour: Leon. All this is so: But what of this, my lord? Behold, huw like a maid she blushes here:
Claud. Let me but move one question to your O, what authority and shew of truth
daughter; Can cunning sin cover itself withal !
And by that fatherly and kindly' power Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, That
have in her, bid her answer truly. Li. e. A lascivious bed. ij. e. your own experiment or trial of her. 'i.e. Natural poter.
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child Vhy ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Hero. () God defend me! how am I beset! - Why had I not, with charitable hand, What kind of catechizing call you this? [name. Took up a beggar's issue at my gates; Claud. To make you answer truly to your
Who smeared thus, and mir'd with intamy, Hero. Is it not llero? Who can bluitbat name 5 I might have said, No part nf it is mine, With any just reproach?
This shame di rires itself from un non loine? Çaud. Marry, that can Heo;
Cut miine, and miue I lov’d, and mine I prais'u, Ilero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.
And opine that I was proud on; mine so much, What man was be talk'd with you yesternight That I myself was to myself not mine, Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one? 10 Valuing of her; why, shemo, she is fallen Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. [lord. Into a pit of ink! that the wide sed
Hiro. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lath drops too few' to wash her clean again;
Pedro.Why,then yonareno maiden.-Leonato, And salt ioo little, which múay season give
I know not what to say.
20 Beat. No, truly, not; althoughi, unul last might, Jolin. Fie, tie! they are
I have this twelve monthbeen her bedfellow. [ınacle, Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Leon. Coutirm'), contirm'u!. O, that is stronger There is not chastity enough in language, lady, Which was before bar: d up with ribs or iron.! Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty Would the two princes lies and Claudio lie, I an sorry for thy much misgovernment. 25 Wholor'd her so, that, speaking of her fouiness,
Claud. O Hero! what a llero hadst thou been, Wabd it with tears? Hence from her; let her die. If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
Friur. Hear me a little; About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart ! For I have only been silent so long, But, fare thee well, most toul, most fair! farewell And given way unto this course of fortune,, Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! 30 By noting of the lady: I have mark'd For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, A thousand blushing apparitions And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, To start into herface; a thousand innocent sharues To turn all beauty into thoughts of harın,
In angel witness bear away those blushes; And never shall it more be gracious. ime: And in her eye there hath appear'd a lire,
Leon. Hath no man's dagger hiere a point for 35 To burn the error that these jvinces hoki Beat. Why, how now, cousin, wherefore sink Against her maiden truth :--Call me a fooli you down?
[1lcro surons. Trust not my reading, nor my observation, John. Come, let us go: these things come thus Which with experimental seal cioth warrant Smuther her spirits up.
[to light, The tenor of my book; trust not my age, [Ereunt Don Pedro, Don John, und Cluvio. 40 My reverence, calling, nor divinity; Bene. How doth the lady?
lithis sweet lady lie not guiltless here Beat. Dead, I think ;-Help, uncle:
Under some biting error, Hero! why, Hero!-uncle !--signior Benedick! Leon. Friar, it cannot be: -friar!
Thou stest, that all the grace that she batllest, Leon. O fate! take not away thy heavy hand! 43 ls, that she will not add to lier damnation Death is the fairest cover for her shame,
a sin of perjury; she not denies it : That may be wish'd for.
Why seeks thou then to cover with excuse Beat. Ilow now, cousin Hero!
That, which appears in proper pakechneas? Friar. Have comfort, lady.
Friur. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? Leon. Dost thou look up?
50 lliro. They know, that do accuse me; I now friar. Yra; Wherefore should she not? [thing! Iflbnow more of any man alive, (none; Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not evropy earthly
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny Let all my sins lack mercy :-o my father, The story that is printed in her blood ?
Prove you that any man with me convers'ul Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: 551 At hours unmeet, or that I yesterniglit [ture, For did I think, thou would'st not quickly clie, Maintain’d the change of words with any creaThought I, thy spirits were tronger than thyshames, Retuse me, hate me, torture me to death, Myselt would, on the rearward of reproaches, Friur. There is some strange misprision in the Strike at the lite. Griev'dl, I had but one?
[nour; Chid I tor that, at frugal nature's frame?? 00 Bene. Two of them have the very bent of hos O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
' Liberal here signifies, frank, free, open. ? Meaning, the story which is too plainly discovered by her blushing. Frame here signifies, scheme, order, or disposition of things.' Jeaning, the highest degree.
The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Yet, by mine honour, I will deaf in this
Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of Should with your body.
Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away: Nor age so eat up my invention,
For to strange sores strangely they strain Nor fortune made such havock of my means,
the cure. Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day, But they shali find, awak'd in such a kind, 10 Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
[Ereunt. Ability of means, and choice of friends,
Manent Benedick and Beutrice. while? To quit ne of them thoroughly.
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Friar. Pause awhile,
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. And let my counsel sway you in this case. 1151 Bene, I will not desire that, Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is And publish it, that she is dead indeed;
wrong'd. Maintain a mourning ostentation';
Beut. Ah, haw much might the man deserve And on your family's old monument
me, that would right her! Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship? That appertain unto a burial,
Beut. A very even way, but no such friend. Leon. What shall become of this? What will Bene. May a man do it? Friar. Marry, this well carry'd, shall on her Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours. behalt
23 Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as Change slander to remorse ; that is some good: you; Is not that stranges But not for that, dream I on this strange course, Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It But on this travail look for greater birth.
were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so She dying, as it must be so maintaini’d,
well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie l'pon the instant that she was accus'd, 30 not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing:--I
: Shall be lamented, pity'd, and excus'd,
for my cousin. Of every bearer: For it so falls out,
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lov'st me. That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and Why, then we rack the ralue; then we find 35 I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you, . The virtue that possession would not shew us Beat. Will you not eat your word? Whiles it was ours:-So will it fare with Claudio ;) Bene. With no sauce that can be devis'd to it: When he shall hear she dy'd upon bis words, · I protest, I love thee. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Beat. Why then, God forgive me! Into bis study of imagination;
140 Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? And erery lovely organ of her life
Beat. You bave staid me in a happy hour; I
Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
Bene. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. And wish he had not so accus'd her:
Beat. Kill Claudio. No, though he thought his accusation true.
Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Will fashion the event in better shape
50 Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
Beat. I am gone, though I am here;-Thero But if all aim but this be leveli'd false,
is no love in you:-nay, I pray you, let me go. The supposition of the lady's death
Bene. Beatrice,Will quench the wonder of her infainy:
Beat. In faith, I will go. And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her 55 Bene. We'll be friends first. (As best befits her wounded reputation)
Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than In some reclusive and religious life,
tight with mine enemy: Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you :) Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vilAnd though, you know, my inwardness and love 60 lain, that hath slander'd, scorn'd, dishonour'd my Is very much unto the prince and Claudio, kinswoman?-0, that I were a man !—What,
· Ostentation here signifies show or appearance, ? That is, raise it to its utmost value, alluding to Tack-rents,
bear her in hand until they come to take hands;/ God should go before such villains!—Masters, it and then with publick accusation, uncover'd slan- is proved already that you are little better than der, unmitigated rancour,— God, that I were a false knaves, and it will go near to be thought so man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. shortly: Ilow answer you for yourselves? Bene. Hear me, Beatrice!
5 Conr. Marry, sir, we say, we are none. Brat. Talk with a man out at a window:-a Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; proper saying!
but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, Bene. Nay, but Beatrice ;
sirrah ; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is Beat. Sweet Hero !she is wrong'd, she is thought you are false knaves. slander'd, she is undone.
10 Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Bene. Beat
Dogb. Well, stand aside. -—Fore God, they Beat. Princes and counties!! Surely, a princely are both in a tale:-Have you writ down-that testimony, a goodly count-coinfect; a sweet gal they are none ? lant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! Sixton. Master constable, you go not the way or that I had any friend would be a man for my 15 to examine; you must call the watch that are sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, va
their accusers. lour into compliment, and men are only turn'd in- Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way:to tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as va- Let the watch come forth: Masters, I charge you liant as Hercules, that only tells a lye, and swears in the prince's name accuse these men. it:- I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore 1/20
Enter Watchmen. will die a woinan with grieving.
1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I the prince's brother, was a villain. love thee.
Dogb. Write down-prince John a villain :'. Bent. Use it for my love some other way
than Why this is tlat perjury, to call a prince's brother swearing by it.
25 -villain. Bene. Think you in your soul, the count Clau- Bora. Master constable,dio hath wrong'ů Hero?
Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like Beat. Yea, as sure as I have thought, or a thy look, I promise thee. sout.
Sexton. What heard you him say else? Beat. Enough, I am engag'd, I will challenge 301 2 l’atch. Marry, that he had received a thouhiu; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you :- sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady By this hand, Claudio siiall render me a dear ac- Hero wrongfully. count: As you hear of me, so think of me. Gol Dogb. l'lat burglary, as ever was committed. comfort your cousin! I must say, she is dead : Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. and so farewell.
[Exeunt. 35/ Serton. What else, fellow? SCENE II.
1 W'etch. And that count Claudio did mean,
upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the A Prison.
whole assembly, and not marry her. Enter Dogberry, Verges, Borachio, Conrade, the Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into
Toron Clerk and Sexion in gowns. 40 everlasting redemption for this. Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appear’d?
Sexton. What else? Verg: 0, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! 2 Watch. This is all. Sexton. Which be the malefactors ?
Surton. And this is more, masters, than you can Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. deny. Prince John is this inorning secretly stolen
Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhi-45 away; Hero was in this manner accus'd, in this bition to examine.
very manner refus’d, and upon the grief of this, Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to suddenly dy'd.-Master constable, let these men be examined ? let them come before master con- be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go stable.
before, and shew him their examination. [Erit. Degb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. 50 Dogb, Come, let them be opinion'd. What is your namne, friend?
Vorg. Let them be in hand. Bora. Borachio,
Conr. Oif, coscomb! Dogb. Pray, write down-Borachio.-Yours, Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton let sirrah?
him write down--the prince's officer, coxcomb.Conr. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is 55 Come, bind them:- Thou naughty varlet! Conrade.
Conr. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- Digb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost rade.- Masters, do you serve God?
thou not suspect my years? –O that he were here Both. Yea, sir, we hope.
to write me down-anass !--but, nasters, rememDogb. Write down—that they hope they serve 60 ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written God: and write God first; for God defend but down, yet forget not that I am an ass:-No,
· County, from the French comte, was anciently used to signify a nobleman. ? i.e. the quickest or readiest way.
tbou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow proved upon thee by good witness: I am a wise enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, and one that hath two gowns, and every thing which is more, an housholder; and, which is more, handsome about himn :-Bring him away, O, that as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and 5|1 had been writ down an ass der [Exeunt.
And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, Before Leonato's House.
15 And all of them that thus dishonour her.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.
Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hasAnt. If you go on thus you will kill yourself; Pedro. Good den, good den.
[tily. And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Claud. Good day to both of you. Against yourself.
20 Leon. Ilear you, my lords, Leon. "I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Pedro. We have soine haste, Leonato. Which falls into mine ears as profitless
Leon. Some haste, my lord?--well, fare you, As water in a sieve: give not ine counsel:
well, my lord: Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
Are you so basty now ?-well, all is one. (man. But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. 25 Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, Some of us would lie low. And bid him speak of patience;
Cluud. W'ho wrongs him? (sembler, thout Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou disAnd let it answer every strain for strain ; 30 Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, I fear thee not. In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: Cluud. Marry, beshrew my hand, If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard; If it should give your age such cause of fear : And, Sorrow wag; cry hem, when he should In faith, my hand ineant nothing to my sword. (ine; groan;
[drunk 33 Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fieer and jest at Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; . With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, As, under privilege of age, to brag [do, And I of him will gather patience.
What I have done being young, or what would But there is no such man: For, brother, men Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy bead, Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief 10 Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child, and me, Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ; Their counsel turns to passion, which before And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Do challenge thee to tryal of a man. Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, I say, thou hast bely'd mine innocent child, [heart, Charm ach with air, and agony with words: 145 l hy slander bath gone through and through her No, no; 'tis all inen's office to speak patience And she lyes bury'd with her ancestors: To those that wring under the load of sorrow ; 10, in a toinb where scandal never slept,
a But no man's virtue, por sufficiency,
Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villainy!
Claud. My villainy?
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Leon. My lord, my lord,
Cluud. Away, I will not have to do with you. And made a pish at chance and sufferance.
Leon. Canst thou so dalle me? Thou hast Ant. Yet bend not allthe harın upon yourself;
killd my child; Make those that do oftend you, suffer too. [so. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will do 60 Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed: My soul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd;
But that's no matter; let him kill one first; ? That is, than admonition, ? That is, canst thou so put me of?