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Claud. Now, signior! what news?
Bene. Good day, my lord.

D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost come to part almost a fray.

Claud. We had like to have had our two poses spapped off with two old men without teeth.

D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.

Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came to seek you both.

Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit?

Bene. It is in my scabbard ; shall I draw it?
D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?

Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale: Art thou sick or angry?

Claud. What! courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care,

Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, az you charge it against me: I pray you, choose another subject.

Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last was broke cross.

D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more: I think, he be angry indeed.

Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.
Benc. Shall I speak a word in your ear?
Claud. God bless me from a challenge!

Bene. You are a villain; I jest not:--I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare:-Do me right, or I will protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me lear from you.

Claud. Well, cheer.

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Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer.

D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?

Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid' me to a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught. Shall I not find a woodcock too?

Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.

D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; True, 'says she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross one: Nay, said I, a good wit : Just, said she, it hurls nobody: Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman: Nay, said 1, he hath the tongues; That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning ; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, trans-shape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy.

Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, she cared not.

D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all,

Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he wus hid in the garden.

D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head?

Claud. Yea, apd text underneath, Here dwells Benedick the married man.

Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour : you break jests as braggards to their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.-My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your

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company; your brother, the bastard, is fled from Mes. sina: you have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: for my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with him.

[Exit Benedick. D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.

D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?
Claud. Most sincerely,

D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when lie goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit!

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Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is an ape a doctor to such a man.

D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart, and be sad* ! Did he not say my brother was fed?

Dogb. Conie, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her ba. I ance; nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to.

D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men bound! Borachio, one!

Claud. Hearken to their offence, my lord !

D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done?

Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

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Cluud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own divi. sion; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited.

D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that you are thus bound to your answer? this learned constable is too cunning to be understood: What's your offence ?

Borą. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes: what your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, over heard me confessing to this man, how Don John your brother incensed* me to slander the lady Hero'; how you were brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you dis. graced her, when you should marry her: my villainy they have upon record; which I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master's false accu. sation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain.

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Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it.
D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee, on to this?

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D. Pedro. He is compos's and fram'd of trea-

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Add Aed he is upon this villainy.

Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear
In the rare semblance that I loved it first.

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Yea, even I alone.
Leon. No, not so, villain ; thon bely'st thyself?
Here stand a pair of honourable men,
A third is filed, that had a hand in it:
I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;
Record it with your high and worthy deeds;
"Twa's bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourself;
Impose* me to what penance your invention
Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not,
But in mistaking.
D. Pedro,

By my soul, por I;
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight
That he'll enjoin me to.
· Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live,
That were impossible; but, I pray you both,
Possesst the people iu Messina here
How innocent she died; and, if your love
Can labour aught in sad invention,
Haug her ao epitaph upon her tomb,
And sing it to her bones; sing it to night:
To-morrow morning come you to my house;

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