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handsome fellow, or else make another cour- Urs. Come, come; do you think I do not tesy, and say, Father, us it please me.

know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue Léon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces fitted with a husband.

will appear, and there's an end. Beat. Not till God make men of some other Beut. Will you not tell me who told you so ? metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman Bene. No, you shall pardon me. to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? dust ? to make an account of her life to a clod Bene. Not now. of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's Beat. That I was disdainful,--and that I had sons are my brethren; and truly, I hold it a sin my good wit out of the Hundred merry Tales;to match in my kindred.

Well, this was signior Benedick that said so. Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you: Bene. What's he? if the prince do solicit you in that kind, you Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. know your answer.

Bene. Not I, believe me. 'Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, Beat. Did he never make you laugh? if you be not woo'd in good time: if the prince Bene. I pray you, what is he? be too important,* tell him, there is measure in Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very every thing, and so dance out the answer. For dull fool; only his gift is in devising impossible hear me, Hero; Wooing, wedding, and repent- slanders; none but libertines delight in him; ing, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque- and the commendation is not in his wit, but in pace: the first suit is hot and hasty, like a his villany; for he both pleases men, and anScotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wed- gers them, and then they laugh at him, and ding, mannerly-modest, as a measure full of beat him : 'I am sure, he is in the fleet; I would state and ancientry; and then comes repent he had boardedt me. ance, and, with his bad legs, falls into the Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into him what you say.

Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewd- or two on me; which, peradventure, not mark

ed, or not laughed at, strikes him into inelanBeat. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a choly; and then there's a partridge'wing saved, church by day-light.

for the fool will eat no supper that night. (Music Leon. The reyellers are entering; brother, within.) We must follow the leaders. make good room.

Bene. In every good thing.

Brat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, BENEDICK, BAL- them at the next turning.

THAZAR; Dort John, BorácHIO, MARGARET, [Dance. Then Ereunt all but Don John, Ursila, and others, musked.

BORACHIO, und CLAUDIO. D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with D. John. Sure, my brother is amorous on your friend?

Hero, and hath withdrawn her father to break Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, with him about it: The ladies follow her, and and say nothing, I am yours for the walk; but one visor remains. and, especially, when I walk away.

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by D. Pedro. With me in your company?

his bearing. 1 Hero. I may say so, when I please.

D. John. Are you not signior Benedick? D. Pedro. And when please you to say so?

Claud. You know me well; I am he. Hero. When I like your favour; for God de- D. John. Signior, you are very near my bro: fend, † the lute should be like the case! ther in his love: he is enamoured on Hero; I

D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within pray you, dissuade him from her, she is no the house is Jove.

equal for his birth : you may do the part of an Hero. Wlay, then yourvisor should be thatch'd. honest man in it. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love. Claud. How know you he loves her?

[Tikes her aside. D. John. I heard him swear his affection. Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would Marg. So would not I, for your own sake; marry her to night, for I have many ill qualities.

D. John. Come, let

us to the banquet. Bene. Which is one?

[Exeunt Don John and Borachio. Murg. I say my prayers aloud.

Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, Bene. I love you the better; the hearers may But hear these ill news with the ears of Claucry, Amen.

dio. Marg. God match me with a good dancer!

"Tis certain so ;- the prince wooes for himself. Balih. Amen.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, Save in the office and affairs of love: when the dance is done!--Answer, clerk. Therefore, all hearts in love use their own

Balth. No more words; the clerk is an- Let every eye negotiate for itself, (tongues; swered.

And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Urs. I know you well enough ; you are signior Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. Antonio.

This is an accident of hourly proof, [Hero! Ant. At a word, I am not.

Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head.

Re-enter BENEDICK. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. Bene. Count Claudio ?

Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, un. Claud. Yea, the same. less you were the very man: Here's his dry hand Bene. Come, will you go with me? up and down; you are he, you are he.

Claud, Whither? Ant. At a word, I am not.

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your * Incredible.

† Accosted, Importunate

+ Lover.
1 Forbid.
Carriage, demeanour.

Passion.

own business, count. What fashion will you s may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; wear the garland of? About your neck, like and people sin upon purpose, because they an usurer's chain? or under your arm, like a would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, horror, and perturbation follow her. for the prince hath got your Hero. Claud. I wish him joy of her.

Re-enter CLAUDIO and BEATRICE. Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest D. Pedro. Look, here she comes. drover; so they sell bullocks. But did you Bene. Will your grace command me any serthink, the prince would have served you thus? vice to the world's end? I will go on the slightClaul. I pray you, leave me.

est errand now to the Antipodes, that you can Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind devise to send me on; I will fetch you a toothman; 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and picker now from the farthest inch of Asia ; you'll beat the post.

bring you the length of Prester John's foot Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you. [Erit. tetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard ;

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather creep into sedges.-But, that my lady Bea than hold three words' conference with this trice should know me, and not know me! The barpy: You have no employment for me? prince's fool !-Ha! it may be, I go under that D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good title, because I am merry: - Yea; but so; I am company, apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed : Bene: () God, Sir, here's a dish i love pot; it is the base, the bitter disposition of Beatrice, I cannot endure my lady tongue. [Exit. that puts the world into her person, and so D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost gives me out. Well, I'll be revenged as I may. the heart of signior Benedick.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lentit me a while; Re-enter Don Pedro, Hero, und Leonato.

and I give him 'use* for it, a double heart for D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count; his single one: marry, once before, he won it Did you see him?

of me with false dice, therefore your grace may Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part well say, I have lost it. of lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady, you as a lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I have put him down. think, I told him true, that your grace had got Beat. So I would not be should do me, my the good will of this young lady; and I offered lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. I him my company to a willow tree, either to have brought count Claudio, whom you sent make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to me to seek. bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore whipped.

are you sad? D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault? Claud. Not sad, my lord. Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; D. Pedro. How then? Sick? who, being overjoy'd with finding a bird's nest, Claul. Neither my lord. shows it his companion, and he steals it.

Beut. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a trans- merry, nor well : but civil, count; civil as an gression ? The transgression is in the stealer. orange, and something of that jealous com

Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had plexion. been made, and the garland too; for the gar- D. Pedro. l'faith, lady, I think your blazon land be might hare worn himself; and the rod to be true; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, he might have bestowed on you, who, as I take his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, 1 have it, have stol'n his bird's nest.

wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won; I D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and have broke with her father, and his good will restore them to the owner.

obtained : name the day of marriage, and God Bene. If their singing answer your saying, give you joy! by my faith, you say honestly.

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and D. Pedro. l'he lady Beatrice hath a quarrel with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the to you ; the gentleman, that danced with her, match, and all grace say Amen to it! told hier, that she is much wronged by you. Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue.

Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: of a block; an oak, but with one green leaf on I were but little happy, if I could say how it, would have answered her; my very visor much.—Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I began to assume life, and scold with her : She give away myself for you, and dote upon the told me, not thinking I had been myself, that exchange. I was the prince's jester; that I was duller than Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with his mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak, such impossible* conveyance, upon me, that I neither. stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry shooting at me: She speaks poniards, and heart. every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible Beat. Yes, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it as her terminations, there were no living near keeps on the windy side of care: -My cousin her, she would infect to the north star. I would tells him in his ear, that he is in her heart. bot marry her, though she were endowed with Claud. And so she doth, cousin. all that Adam had left him before he trans- Beat. Good lord, for alliance !-- Thus goes gressed : she would have made Hercules have every one to the world but I, and I am sunturned spit; yea, and have cleft his club to burned ; I may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh make the tire too. Come, talk not of her; vou ho! for a husband. shall find her the infernal Ater in good apparel. D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. I would to God, some scholar would conjure Bent. I would rather have one of your father's her; for, certainly, while she is here, a man getting: Hath your grace ne'er a brother like Incredible.

+ The Goddess of Discord. * Interest, + Turn: a phrasc among the players.

you ? Your father got excellent husbands, if a Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. maid could come by them.

D. John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady?

will be medicinable to me: I am sick in disBeat. No, my lord, unless I might have an- pleasure to him; and whatsoever comes athwart other for working days; your grace is too his affection, ranges evenly with mine. How costly to wear every day :-But, I beseech canst thou cross this marriage? your grace, pardon me: I was born to speak Bora. Not bonestly, my lord; but so covertly all mirth, and no matter.

that no dishonesty shall appear in me. D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and D, John. Show me briefly how. to be merry best becomes you; for, out of Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year question, you were born in a merry hour. since, how much I am in the favour of Margaret,

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; the waiting-gentlewoman to Hero. but then there was a star danced, and under

D. John. I remember. that was

born.-Cousins, God give you joy! Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I the night, appoint her to look out at her lady's told you of?

chamber-window. Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your D. John. What life is in that, to be the death grace's pardon.

[Exit BEATRICE. of this marriage ? D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited

Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. lady.

Go you to the prince your brother; spare not Leon. There's little of the melancholy ele- to tell him, that he hath wronged his honour in ment in her, my lord: she is never sad, but marrying the renowned Claudio (whose estimawhen she sleeps; and not ever sad then ; for I tion do you mightily hold up) to a contaminated have heard my daughter say, she hath often stale, such a one as Hero. dreamed of unhappiness, and waked herself D. John. What proof shall I make of that? with laughing:

Bora. Proof enough o misuse the prince, to D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of vex Claudio, to rndo Hero, and kill Leonato: a husband.

Look you for any other issue ? Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeawooers out of suit.

vour any thing. D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw Benedick.

Don Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell Leon. O Lord, my lord, if they were but a them, that you know that Hero loves me; inweek married, they would talk themselves mad. tends a kind of zeal both to the prince and

D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to Claudio, asmin love of your brother's honour go to church?

who hath made this match; and his friend's Claud. To-morrow my lord: Time goes on reputation, who is thus like to be cożened with crutches, till love have all his rites.

the semblance of a maid,

-that you have disLeon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which covered thus. They will scarcely believe this is hence a just seven-night'; and a time too without trial: offer them instances; which shall brief too, to have all things answer my mind. bear no less likelihood, than to see me at her

D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so chamber-window; hear me call Margaret, long a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, Hero; here Margaret term me Borachio; and the time shall not go dully by us; I will, in the bring them to see this, the very night before the interim, undertake one of Hercules' labours ; | intended wedding: for, in the mean time, I will which is, to bring signior Benedick, and the so fashion the matter, that Hero shall be absent; lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, the and there shall appear such seeming truth of one with the other. I would fain have it a Hero's disloyalty, that jealousy shall be call'd match; and I doubt not but to fashion it, if assurance, and all the preparation overthrown. you three will but minister such assistance as D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it I shall give you direction.

can, I will put it in practice: Be cunning in Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost the working this, and thy fee is a thousand me ten night's watchings.

ducats. Claud. And I, my lord.

Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and R. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero? my cunning shall not shame me.

Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, D. John. I will presently go learn their day to help my cousin to a good husband.

of marriage.

(Exeunt. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhope- SCENE III.-LEONATO's Garden. fullest husband that I know: thus far can I

Enter BENEDICK and a Boy. praise him; he is of a noble strain,* of approved valour, and confirmed honesty. I will teach

Bene. Boy,you how to humour your cousin, that she shall Boy. Signior. fall in love with Benedick :-and I, with your

Bene. In my chamber.window lies a book; two helps, will so practise on Benedick, that, bring it hither to me in the orchard. in despite of his quick wit and his queasyt

Boy. I am here already, Sir. stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. Bene. I know that ;--but I would have thee If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer; hence, and here again. (Exit Boy.]—I do his glory shall be ours, for we are the only much wonder, that one man, seeing how much love-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you another man is a fool when he dedicates his be.

(Exeient. haviours to love, will, after he hath laughed at SCENE 11.- Another Room in LEONATO's

such shallow follies in others, become the arHouse.

gument of his own scorn, by falling in love:

And such a man is Claudio. I have known, Enter Don Jous and Borachtó.

when there was no music with him but the D. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall drum and fife; and now he would rather hear marry the daughter of Leonato.

the tabor and the pipe: I have known, when * Lincage + l'astidious

• Pretend.

my drift.

he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo* a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights

Of dumps so dull and heavy; awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet.

The fraud of men was ever so, He was wont to speak plain, and to the pur

Since summer first was leary. pose, like an honest man, and a soldier; and

Then sigh not so, &c. now is he turn'd orthographer; his words are D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song. a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange Balth. And an isl singer, my lord. dishes. May I be so converted, and see with

D. Pedro. Ha? no; no, faith; thou singest these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not: I will well enough for a shift. not be sworn, but love may transform me to an

Bene. [Aside.) An he had been a dog, that oyster; but I'll take my oath on it, till he have should have howled thus, they would have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me banged him: and, I pray God, his bad voice such a fool. One woman is fair; yet I am bode no mischief!' I had as lief have heard the well: another is wise ;, yet I am well: another night-raven, come what plague could have virtuous; yet I am well: but till all graces become after it. in one woman, one woman shall not come in

D. Pedro. Yea, marry; (To Claudio.)—Dost my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; thou hear, Balthazar! I pray thee, get us some wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheap- excellent music; for to-morrow night we en her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, would have it at the lady Hero's chamberor come not near me; noble, or not I for an window. angel ; of good discourse, an excellent musi- Balth. The best I can, my lord. cian, and her hair shall be of what colour it D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. [Exeunt BALTHAplease God. Ha! the prince and monsieur ZAR and music.] Come bither, Leonato: What Love! I will hide me in the arbour.

(Withdraws. Beatrice was in love with signior Benedick?

was it you told me of to-day? that your niece Enter Don Pedro, LEONATO, and Claudio.

Claud. O, ay :-Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl

sits. [Aside to Pedro.] I did never think that D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music? lady would have loved any man. Claud. Yea, my good lord :-How still the Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, evening is,

that she should so dote on signior Benedick, As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemD. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid ed ever to abhor. bimself?

Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that Claud. 0, very well, my lord: the music corner ?

[Aside. ended, We'll fit the kid-fox* with a penny-worth.

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell

what to think of it; but that she loves him Enter BALTHAZAR, icith music.

with an enraged affection,-it is past the in

finite of thought.* D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit. song again.

Claud. ’Faith, like enough. Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a

Leon. () God! counterfeit! There never was voice. To slander music any more than once.

counterfeit of passion came so near the life of D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,

passion, as she discovers it. To put a strange face on his own perfection = she ?

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will

Claud. Bait the book well; this fish will bite.

(Aside. sing: Since many a wooer doth commence his suit

Leon. What effects, my lord ! She will sit To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes ;

you, Yet will he swear, he loves.

You heard my daughter tell you how.

Claud. She did, indeed.
D. Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come:
Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze Do it in notes.

me: I would have thought her spirit had been Balth. Note this before my notes,

invincible against all assaults of affection.

Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; There's not a note of mine that's worth the

especially against Benedick. noting: D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knav

Bene. (Aside.] I should think this a gull, but he speaks Note, notes, forsooth, and noting!

ery cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. [Music.

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it Bene. Now, Dirine air ! now is his soul ravished !-Is it not strange, that sheep's guts

up.

[Aside.

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known should hale souls out of men's bodies!--Well, to Benedick ? a horn for my money, when all's done.

Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's BALTHAZAR sings.

her torment. Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Claud. "Tis true, indeed ; so your daughter Men were deceivers ever ;

says : Shall I, says she, that have so oft encounOne foot in sen, and one on shore;

ter'd him with scorn, write to him that I love him?

Leon. This says she now when she is beginning
To one thing constant never :
Then sigh not so,

to write to him : for she'll be up twenty times But let them go,

a night: and there will she sit in her smock, And be you blith and bonny ;

till she have writ a sheet of paper :--my daugh

ter tells us all. Conrerting all your sounds of woe Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, 1 Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

remember a preity jest your daughter told us of. * Young or cub-fox.

* Longer. Beyond the power of thought to conceive.

Leon. O!--When she had writ it, and was Benedick well; and I could wish he would reading it over, she found Benedicksand Beat- modestly examine himself, to see how much rice between the sheet ?-

he is unworthy so good a lady. Cloud. That.

Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand ready. half-pence; railed at herself, that she should Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I be so immodest to write to one that she knew will never trust my expectation. [Aside. would fiout her: I measure him, says she, by my D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread own spirit; for I should fout him, if he writ to for her; and that niust your daughter and her me ; yea, though I love him, I should.

gentlewoman carry. The sport will be, when Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, they hold one an opinion of another's dotage, weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, and no such matter; that's the scene that ? prays, curses ;-0 sweet Benedick! God gire would see, which will be merely a dumb show. me patience !

Let us send her to call him in to dinner, Leon. She dotb indeed; my daughter says

[Aside. so: and the ecstasy* hath so much overborne Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and LEONATO. her, that my daughter is sometime afraid she will do a desperate outrage to herself; It is

BENEDICK adrances from the arbour. very true.

Bene. This can be no trick ; The conference D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew was sadly borne.“ – They have the truth of this of it by some other, it she will not discover it. from Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it

Claud. To what end? He would but make a seems, her affections have their full bent. sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse. Love me! why, it must be requited. I hear

D. Pedro. An she should, it were an alms to how I am censured: they say, I will bear my. hang him: She's an excellent sweet lady; and, self proudly, if I perceive the love come from out of all suspicion, she is virtuous.

her; they say too, that she will rather die than Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

give any sign of affection. I did never think D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Bene- to marry :--I must not seem proud :-- Happy dick.

are they that hear their detractions, and can Leon. () my lord, wisdom and blood combat- put them to mending. They say, the lady is ing in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to lair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness : one, that blood hath the victory. I am sorry and virtuous ;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle wise, but for loving me :-By my froth, it is no and her guardian.

addition to her wit;-nor no great argument D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this do- of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with tage on me; I would have daff’dt all other re- her.— I may chance have some odd quirks and spects, and made her half myself: I pray you, remnants of wit broken on me, because I have tell Benedick of it, and hear what he will say? railed so long against marriage :- But doth not Leon. Were it good, think you ?

the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die: for his youth, that he cannot endure in his age : she says, she will die if he love her not; and Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper she will die ere she makes her love known; bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career and she will die if he woo her, rather than she of his humour ? No: The world must be peowill 'bate one breath of her accustomed cross-pled, When I said, I would die a bachelor,

I did not think I should live till I were mar. D. Pedro. She doth well, if she should make ried.--Here comes Beatrice: By this day, she's tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in it; for the man, as you know all, hath a con- her. temptiblet spirit.

Enter BEATRICE. Claud. He a very propers man.

Beat. Against niy will, I am sent to bid you D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward come in to dinner. happiness.

Bene, Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your Claud. 'Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. pains. D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, that are like wit.

than you take pains to thank me; if it had been Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

paintul, I would not have come. D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in Bene. You take pleasure in the message. the managing of quarrels you may say he is Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take wise; for either he avoids them with great dis- upon a knife's point, and choke å daw withal: cretion, or undertakes them with a most Chris- --You have no stomach, signior; fare you well

. tian-like fear.

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid keep peace ; if he break the peace, he ought you come to dinner-there's a double meaning to enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling. in that. I took no more pains for those thanks,

D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man than you took pains to thank me--that's as much doth fear God, howsoever it seems not in him, as to say, Any pains that I take for you is as by some large jests he will make. Well, I am easy as thanks :-If I do not take pity of her, sorry for your niece: Shall we go see Benedick, I am a villian ; if I do not love her, I am a and tell him of her love?

Jew: I will go get her picture. Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear it out with good counsel,

ACT III. Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear

SCENE 1.-LEONATO's Garden. her heart out first.

Enter !Iero, MARGARET, and URSULA. D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the wbile. I love

Hero. Good Margaret, run tiree into the par

lo: r; * Alienation of mind.

+ Thrown of * Conteruptuous. Handsome.

* Seriously carried on.

ness.

[Erit.

[Exit.

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