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ABOUT NOTHING, meaning ; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in low: nay, by'rlady, I am not such a fool to think what I Wat; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, i cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man: he swore he would never marty; and yet now, in do spite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudg. ing: and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?
Marg. Not a false gallop.

Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. Leon. What would you with me, honest Heighbour!

Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that decerus you nearly.

Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me.

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.

meaning ; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, by'r lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot thiok, if I would thiok my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man : he swore he would never marry; and yet now,

in de spite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudg. ing: and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks you look with yoаr eyes as other women do.

Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?
Marg. Not a false gallop.

Re-enter Ursula,

Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, signior Benedick, Don Juhn, and all the gallants of the town, are come to fetch you to church.

Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.

[Ereunt,

SCENE V.

Another room in Leonato's house.

Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. Leon. What would you with me, honest peigh. bour?

Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confidence with you, that deceros you nearly.

Leon. Brief, I pray you; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me.

Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.

, sir.

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d friends? sir, speaks a little off the nd his wits are not so #desire they were; but, between his brows.

I am as honest as any man,

and no honester

Scene V. ABOUT NOTHING.

Leon. I must leave you.
Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, is.
deed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and se
would have them this morning examined belore
your worship.

Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring
it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear
unto you.

Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.

orous: palabras, neigh

Te tedious. =rship to say so, but we ; but, truly, for mine ous as a king, I could - all of your worship.

on me! ha!

thousand times more ed exclamation on your he city; and though I d to hear it,

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your
daughter to her husband.
Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

Exeunt Leonato and Messenger
Dogb. Go, good partner, 80; get you to Francis
Seacoal, bid him bring his peu and inkhorn to the
gaol; we are now to examination these men.

Verg. And we must do it wisely.

Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here's that [Touching his forehead.) shall drive some of them to a non com; only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol.

(Ereunt.

what you have to say. cch to-night, excepting 'e ta'en a couple of as sina. Er; he will be talking; is in, the wit is out;

to see* !-Well said, ell, God's a good man; one must ride behind :

by my troth he is, as is to be worshipped : cood neighbour! he comes too short of

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Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Clau

dio, Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, &c.

eeing.

Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount then

particular duties afterwards,

Leon. I must leave you,

Dogh. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, in. deed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship.

Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear

unto you.

Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
Leon, Drink some wine ere you go:

fare
you

well.

Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband. Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready.

[Exeunt Leonato and Messenger. Dogb. Go, good partner, go; get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his peu and inkhoro to the gaol; we are now to examination these men.

Verg. And we must do it wisely.

Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here's that [Touching his forehead.) shall drive some of them to a non com: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol.

[Ereunt.

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Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Clau.

dio, Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice, &c. Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards,

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Scene I. ABOUT NOTHING
She knows the heat of a luxuriouse bed:
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.

Leon. What do you mean, my lord ?
Claud.

Not to be married
Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.

Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof
Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth,
And made defeat of her virginity-
Claud. I know what you would say; if I have

known her,
You'll say, she did embrace me as a liusband,
And so extenuate the forehand sin:
No, Leonato,
I never tempted her with word too larget;
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.
Hero. And seem'd

I ever otherwise to you?
Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write againstit:
You seem to me as Dian in her orh;
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals
That rage in savage sensuality.
Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speaks

wide ?
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?
D. Pedro.

What should I speak!
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale.

Leon. Are these thiugs spoken? or do I but dream!
D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things
Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.

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