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Claudio shall render me a dear account; as you hear of me, so think of me: go comfort your coulin: I must say she is dead; and so farewell.
SCENE IV. Changes to uz prison.
Clerk, and Sexton in gowns.
Dogb. Nay, that's certain, we have the exhibition to examine.
Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be ex- , amin’d? let them come before Master Constable.
To.Cl. Yea, marry, let them come me. What is
your name, friend?
Conr. I am a gentleman, Sir, and my name is Conrade.
To. Cl. Write down, Mufter Gentleman Conrade. Mafters, do
serve God? Botb. Yea, Sir, we hope.
To. Cl. Write down, that they hope they serve God? and write God first, for God defend, but God should go before such villains.--Masters, it is proved already, that you are little better than false k naves, and it will go near to be thought so fhortly; how answer you for yourselves?
Conr. Marry, Sirs, we say we are none.
To. Cl. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you, but « I will
about with him. Come you hither, firrah, word. in your ear, Sir; 1 fay. to you, it is thought “ you are both false knaves." ;
Bora. Sir, I say to you, We are none.
To. Cl. « Well, itand aside; 'fore God, they are « both in a tale; have you writ down, that they are «« none?" Sexton. Master Town-Clerk, you go not the way to ,
examine, youlemułt call the watch that are their accusers.
To. Cl. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way ; let the watch come forth. Malters, I charge you in the Prince's name accuse these men.
Enter Watchman. 1 Watch. This man said, Sir, that Don John the Prince's brother was a villain.
To. Cl. Write downl, Prince John a villain; why this is flat perjury, to call a Pri ce's brother villain.
Bora. Master Town.clerk
To. Cl. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy look, I promise thee.
Sexton. What heard you him say else?
2 Watch. Marry, that he had receiv'd a thousand du: cats of Don John, for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully.
To. Cl Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
1 Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole affembly, and not marry her.
To. Ci. O villain! thou wilt be. condemn'd into everlasting redemption for this.
Sexton. What else?
Sexton. And this is more, Maiters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly ftol'n away: Hero was in this manner accus'd, and in this very manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this suddenly dy'd. Matter Constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato; I will go before, and shew him their examination.
Dogb. Come, let them be opinion'd.
Dogb. God's my life, where's the Sexton ? let him write down the, Prince's officer Co omb. Come, bind themy thou naughty varlet. Conr. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass.
Dogb. Doft thou not fufpect my place? doft thou not fufpect my years? O, that he were here to write me down an ass! but, Masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness. “I am a wife “ fellow, and which is more, an officer; and which is “ more, an housholder; and which is more, as pretty a “ piece of flesh as any in Mefona, and one that knows “ the law; go to, and a rich fellow enough; go to, and a « fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him.
Bring * him away; O that I had been writ down an ass!”.
If you go on thus, you will kill yourself
Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
• Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief
No, no; 'tis all mens' office to speak patience
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood;
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:
SCENE II., Enter Don Pedro and Claudio..
Ant. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily.
Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.
Ant. If he could right him self with quarrelling,
Claud. Who wrongs him ?
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fieer and jeft at me.
Claud. My villainy?
Leon. My Lord, my Lord.
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed;
Ant. Content yourself; God knows, I lov'd my niece; And she is dead, Ilander'd to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milkfops!