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Leon. Brief, I pray you; for, you fee, 'tis a busy time with me
Dogb. Marry, this it is, Sir.
Dogb. Goodman Verges, Sir, speaks a little of the matter; an old man, Sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows. Verg.
“ Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any “ man living, that is an old man, and no honefter " than 1.”
Dogb. Comparisons are odorous; palabras, neighbour Verges.
Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious.
Dogb. It pleases your worship to say fo, but we are the
poor Duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a King, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your Worship.
Leon. All thy tediousness on me, ha? Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis, for I hear as good exclamation on your Worship as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Verg. And so am I
Verg. Marry, Sir, our watch to-night, excepting your Worship’s presence, hath ta'en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.
Dogb. “A good old man, Sir; he will be talking : “ as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; God “ help us, it is a world to fee: well said, i faith, “ neighbour Verges, well, he's a good man;
an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind; an honest “ soul, i' faith, Sir, by my troth he is, as ever broke “ bread; but God is to be worshipp'd; all men “ not alike, alas, good neighbour!”
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you.
Dogb. One word, Sir; our watch have, indeed, comprehended two auspicious persons; and we would
have them this morning examin'd before your Worship.
Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me; I am now in great hafte, as may appear unto you.
Dogb. It fhall be suffigance.
well. Enter a Mefjenger. Mel. My Lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband.
Leon. I'll wait upon them. I am ready. [Ex. Leon.
Dogb. Go, good partner, go get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the jail; we are now tu examine those men.
Verg. And we must do it wisely.
Dogb. “ We will spare for no wit, I warrant; here's « that shall drive some of them to a non-com.” Only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the jail.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Claudio,
Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice.
Leon. OME, Friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their parti. cular duties afterwards.
Friar. You come hither, my Lord, to marry this lady? Claud. No.
Leon. To be marry'd to her, Eriar; you come to marry her.
Friar. Lady, you come hither to be marry'd to this Count.
Hero. I do.
inward impediment why you should not be conjoin’d, I charge you on your fouls to utter it.
Claud. Know you any, Hero?
Leon. I dare make his answer, None.
do ! what men daily do! not knowing what they do!
Bene. How now! interjections? why, then some be of laughing, as Ha, ha, he !
Claud. Stand thee by, Friar. Father, by your leave,
Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me.
Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again.
Claud. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness: There, Leonato, take her back again; Give not this rotten orange to your friend. She's but the sign and semblance of her honour; Behold; how like a maid she blushes here! O, what authority and shew of truth Can cunning lin cover itself withal! Comes not that blood, as modeft evidence, To witness fimple virtue? would you not swear, All you
that see her, that she were a maid, By these exterior shews? But she is none: She knows the heat of a luxurious bed; Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
Leon. What do you mean, my Lord?
Claud. Not to be marry'd, Not knit
my foul to an approved wanton. Leon. Dear my Lord, if
your own approof
You seem to me as Dian in her orb,
Hero. Is my Lord well, that he doth speak fo wide
Pedro. What should I speak?
Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?'
Claud. Leonato, stand I here?
Leon. All this is fo; but what of this, mý Lord?
Claud Let me but move one question to your daughteny And, by that fatherly and kindly power That you
have in her, bid her anfwer truly. Leon. I charge thee do fo, as thou art my childi
Hero. O God defend me, how am I befet! What kind of catechifing call you this?
Claud. To make you anfwer truly to your name:
Hero. Is it not Hero? who can blot that name
Claud. Marry, that can Hero;
you are a maid, answer to this Hero. "I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Lord,
Pedro. Why, then you are no maiden. Leonato, I am sorry, you must hear; upon mine honour, Myself, my brother, and this grieved Count Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Who hath indeed, like an illiberal villain, Confess'd the vile encounters they have had A thousand times in secret. Fohn. Fie, fie, they are not to be nam'd, my Lord,
Not to be spoken of:
Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
[Hero /woons. Beat. Why, how now,cousin? wherefore fink you down?
John. Come, let us go; these things come thus to light, Smother her fpirits up.
[Exeunt Don Pedro, Don Jobn and Claud.
Leon. O fate! take not away thy heavy hand;
Leon. Wherefore? why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame
her? could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero, do not ope thine
eyes: For did I think thou wouldīt not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Myself would on the rereward of reproaches Strike at thy life. Griev'd I, I had but one? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? l’ve one too much by thee. Why had I one?