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The supposition of the lady's death
Bene. Nay, but, Beatrice;Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
Beat. Sweet Hero!—she is wronged, she is slandere, And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her
she is undone. (As best befits her wounded reputation)
Bene. Beat in some reclusive and religious life,
Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely tezOut of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
timony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any And though, you know, ny inwardness and love friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: As secretly and justly as your soul
he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie, Should with your body.
and swears it :- I cannot be a man with wishing, thereLeon.
Being that I flow in grief, fore I will die a woman with grieving. The smallest twine may lead me.
Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand, I love thee. Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away;
Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearFor to strange sores strangely they strain the cure.- ing by it. Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day,
Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio Perhaps, is but prolong’d; have patience, and hath wronged Hero?
endure. [Exeunt Friar, Hero, and Leon. Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer.
I will kiss your hand, and so leave you: By this hand, Bene. I will not desire that.
Claudio shall render me a dear account: As you bear Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely.
of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin :I Bene. Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. | must say she is dead; and so,
farewell. [Exeunt. Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her!
SCENE II.-A Prison.
Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gorons ; Bene. May a man do it?
and the Watch, with Conrade and BorackI0. Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours.
Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?
Serton. Which be the malefactors? Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It were Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner. as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as Verg. Nay, that 's certain; we have the exhibition you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess to examine. nothing, nor I deny nothing :-I am sorry for my
Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be cousin.
examined ? let them come before master constable. Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. What Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it.
is your name, friend? Bene. I will swear by it that you love me; and I Bora, Borachio. will make him eat it that says I love not you.
Dogb. Pray, write down, Borachio.--Yours, sirral? Beat. Will you not eat your word ?
Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is ConBene. With no sauce that can be devised to it: Irade. frotest I love thee.
Dogb. Write down, master gentleman Conrade.Beat. Why, then God forgive me !
Masters, do you serve God? Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ?
[Con., Bora. Yea, sir, we hope. Beat. You have stayed me in a happy hour ; I was Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve God:about to protest I loved you.
and write God first; for God defend but God should Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
go before such villains :-) Masters, it is proved already Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that that you are little better than false knaves; and it will none is left to protest.
go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for Bene. Come, bid me do anything for thee.
yourselves ? Beat. Kill Claudio.
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none. Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but Beat. You kill me to deny: Farewell.
I will go about with him.--Come you hither, sirrah; a Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought you Beat. I am gone, though I am bere : There is no are false knaves. love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go.
Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none. Bene. Beatrice,
Dogb. Well, stand aside.-Fore God, they are both Beat. In faith, I will go.
in a tale: Have you writ down, that they are none ? Bene. We 'll be friends first.
Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to ex. Beat. You dare easier be friends with me than fight amine; you must call forth the watch that are their with mine enemy: Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
Dogb. Yea, marry, that 's the estest a way :-Let the Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that watch come forth :- Masters, I charge you, in the hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? - prince's name, accuse these men. 0, that I were a man!—What! bear her in hand until I Watch. This man said, sir, that don John, the they come to take hands; and then with public accusa- prince's brother, was a villain. tion, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour,-O God, Dogb. Write down, prince John a villain :-Why, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the mar- this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother villain. ket-place.
Bora. Master constable, Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;
Dogo. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like thy Beat. Talk with a man out at a windon ?-a proper I look, I promise thee. saying
Sarton. What heard you him say else?
Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. 2 Watck. Marry, that he had received a thousand Verg. Let them be in the handsducats of don John, for accusing the lady Hero wrong- Con. Oft, coscomb! fully.
Dogb. God 's my life? where 's the sexton ? let him Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. write down, the prince's officer, coxcomb. Come, bind Verg, Yea, by the mass, that it is.
-Thou naughty varlet ! Sezton. What else, fellow?
Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. I Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou t's words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, not suspect my years ?–0'that he were here to write and not marry her.
me down, an ass! but, masters, remember that I am Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into ever- an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not lasting redemption for this.
that I am an ass :—No, thou villain, thou art full of Serton. What else?
piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I 2 Watch. This is all.
am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, Seztor. And this is more, masters, than you can which is more, a householder; and, which is more, as deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and one away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, manner refused, and upon the grief of this suddenly go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that diel–Master constable, let these men be bound, and hath two gowns and everything handsome about him : brought to Leonato; I will go before, and show him -Bring him away. O, that I had been writ down, an their examination. [Exit. ass!
my lord :
SCENE I.-Before Leonato's House.
Leon. There thou speak'st reason : nay, I will do so
My soul doth tell me Hero is belied;
And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, dit
. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself ; And all of them, that thus dishonour her. And 't is not wisdom thus to second grief
Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO Against yourself.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily, Which falls into mine ears as profitless
D. Pedro. Good den, good den. As water in a sieve: give not me counsel ;
Good day to both of you. Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
Leon. Hear you, my lords,Eat sich a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
We have some haste, Leonato. Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Leon. Some haste, my lord !-well, fare you well, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience;
Are you so hasty now?-well, all is one. Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. And let it answer every strain for strain ;
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
Some of us would lie Jow. la every lineament, branch, shape, and form :
Who wrongs him ? If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, And, " sorrow wag " cry; hem, when he should groan; Pateh grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, With candle-wasters;. bring him yet to me,
I fear thee not. And I of him will gather patience.
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand, Bat there is no such man: For, brother, men
If it should give your age such cause of fear : Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
In faith, my band meant nothing to my sword. Which they themselves not feel ; but tasting it
Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me: Their counsel tums to passion, which before
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
As, under privilege of age, to brag Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
What I have done being young, or what would do Charm ach with air, and agony with words :
Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head, Ne, no; 't is all men's office to speak patience Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent child and me, To those that wring under the load of sorrow;
That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by; Bat no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days,
Do challenge thee to trial of a man.
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. And she lies buried with her ancestors :
Leon. I pray thee, peace ; I will be flesh and blood; 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,
Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villainy.
Claud. My villainy! However they have writ the style of gods,
Thine, Claudio; thine, I say. And made a push at chance and sufferance.
D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself;
My lord, my lorid Make those that do oflend vou suffer too.
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare ;
Despite his nice fence and his active practice, Bea Jonson calls a hookworm a candle-wuster; and we bank that this is the meaning here.
His May of youth, and bloom of lustihood. * Prah is explained to be a thrust-a defiance.
Leon. Canst thou so daiť me? a Thou hast kill'd my D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and muje: child;
I think he be angry
indeed. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle." Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed; Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? But that 's no matter; let him kill one first ;
Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,
Bene. You are a villain ;-I jest not-I will make Come follow me, boy; come sir boy, come follow me: it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when Sir buy, I 'll whip you from your foining b fence; you dare :-Do me right, or I will protest your cowNay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
ardice. You have killed a sweet lady, and her death Leon. Brother,
shall fall heavy on you: Let me hear from you. Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my niece; Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; cheer. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast? As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Claud. I' faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!
calf's head and a capon, the which if I do not carve Leon.
Brother Antony - most curiously, say my knife 's naught.-Shall I not Ant. Hold you content: What, man! I know them, find a woodcock too ? yea,
Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit Scambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boys,
the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; “True," That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,
à fine little one:" "No," said I, “ a great Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,
wit;" “Right," says she, “ a great gross one :”, “Nay," And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
a good wit;" “ Just,” said she, “ it hurts noHow they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, body:" “Nay," said I, “the gentleman is wise;" And this is all.
“ Certain," said she, “a wise gentleman :" “ Nay," Leon. But, brother Antony,
said I, “ he hath the tongues ;" " That I believe," said Ant.
Come, 't is no matter; she, "for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.
which he forswore on Tuesday morning; there's a D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your double tongue; there is two tongues." Thus did she, patience.
an hour together, trans-shape thy particular virtues; My heart is sorry for your daughter's death ;
yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, thon wast the But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing
properest man in Italy. But what was true, and very full of proof.
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said she Leon. My lord, my lord,
cared not. D. Pedro. I will not hear you.
D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an Leon.
No? | if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him Come, brother, away :-I will be heard;
dearly : the old man's daughter told us all. Ant.
And shall, Claud. All, all; and moreover, “God saw him when Or some of us will smart for it.
he was hid in the garden." (Exeunt Leon. and Ant. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's
horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Enter BENEDICK.
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, “ Here dwells D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went to Benedick the married man"? seek.
Bene. Fare you well, boy! you know my mind; I Claud. Now, signior! what news?
will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: you Bene. Good day, my lord.
break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost come thanked, hurt not.—My lord, for your many courtesies to part almost a fray.
I thank you: I must discontinue your company: your Claud. We had like to have had our two noses brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina : you have, snapped off with two old men without teeth.
among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: For my D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'stlord Lackbeard there, he and I shall meet; and till thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should have been then peace be with him.
[Exit BENE. too young for them.
D. Pedro. He is in earnest. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour: I Claud. In most profound earnest; and I 'll warrant came to seek you both.
you for the love of Beatrice. Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? we are high proof melancholy, and would fain have it Claud. Most sincerely. beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit?
D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes Bene. It is in my scabbard : Shall I draw it? in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is an
Clau Never any did so, though very many have ape a doctor to such a man. been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do D. Pedro. But, soft you, let me be ; pluck up, my the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
heart, and be sad! Did he not say my brother wes D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale:- fled ? Art thou sick, or angry? Cuud. What! courage, man! What though care
Enter DogberRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill
CONRADE and Borachio.
Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance : nay, you caarge it against me:
I pray you, choose another an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be suliject.
looked to. Claud. Nay, then give him another staff'; this last
a In wrestling, to turn the girdle was a cha.lenge or prepara was broke cross.
tion for the struggle. Large belts were worn with the buckle * Def'm-put me aside.
Funing--thrusting. before; but in wrestling the buckle was lurued behind.
your blood ?
D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men bound! | Possess the people in Messina here Borachio one!
How innocent she died : and, if your love Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord ! Can labour aught in sad invention, D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these men done? Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, Dogo. Marry, sir, they have committed false report ; And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they To-morrow morning come you to my house; are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; And since you could not be my son-in-law, thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to con- Be yet my nephew : my brother hath a danghter clude, they are lying knaves.
Almost the copy of my child that 's dead, D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done ; | And she alone is heir to both of us; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Give her the right you should have given her cousill, fastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude, what | And so dies my revenge. you lay to their charge ?
O, noble sir, Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; Your over kindness doth wring tears from me! and, by my troth, there 's one meaning well suited. I do embrace your offer; and dispose
D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that you For henceforth of poor Claudio.
Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,
No, by my soul, she was not; to light; who, in the night, overheard me confessing to Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; this man, how don Jolin your brother incensed me to But always hath been just and virtuous, slander the lady Hero; how you were brought into the In anything that I do know by her. archard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's gar- Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not under ments ; how you disgraced ter when you should inarry white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, did ber: my villainy they have upon record; which I had call me ass : I beseech you, let it be remembered in his rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my punishment: And also, the watch heard them talk of shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master's one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his ear, and false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the a lock banging by it; and borrows money in God's reward of a villain.
name; the which he hath used so long, and never paid, D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing
for God's sake: Pray you, examine him upon that point. Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it. reverend youth; and I praise God for you. D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery : Leon. There's for thy pains. Ard filed he is upon this villainy:
Dogb. God save the foundation ! Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I In the rare sernblance that I lov'd it first.
thank thee. Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this time Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; fair sexton bath reformed signior Leonato of the matter : which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, for And, masters, do not forget to specify, when time and the example of others. God keep your worship; I wish place shall serve, that I am an ass.
your worship well; God restore you to health : I bumVerg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, and bly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting the sexton too.
may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, neighbour. Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexton.
[Exeunt DogB., Verg., and Watch.
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to-morrow. That when I note another man like him
D. Pedro. We will not fail. I may avoid him: Which of these is he?
To-night I 'll mourn with Hero. Bore. If you would know your wronger, look on me.
[Exeunt D. Pedro and Claud. Leor. Art thou — thou - the slave that with thy Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with breath hast kill'd
Margaret, Mine innocent child ?
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. [Ex. Bora,
Yea, even I alone.
SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden.
Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;
Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well Record it with your high and worthy deeds;
at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Tras bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
beauty ? Yet I must speak : Choose your revenge yourself; Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man liv. Impose me to what penance your invention
ing shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou Can las upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,
deservest it. But in mistaking.
Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
always keep below stairs ? And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, I would bend under any heavy weight
it catches. That he 'll enjoin me to.
Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, hit, but hurt not. That were impossible; but I pray you both,
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt
Was the Hero thit here lies:
3 woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will I chee the buckler3.
leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our
Enter URSULA. own.
Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonthe pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons der 's old coila at home: it is proved, my lady Hero for maids.
hath been falsely accused; the prince and Claudio Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I think, mightily abused; and don John is the author of all hath lege.
[Exit Margaret. who is fled and gone : will you come presently? Bene. And therefore will come.
Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior?
Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and le That sits above,
buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with thee And knows nie, and knows me, to thy uncle's.
[Eremit How pitiful I deserve, I mean in singing; but in loving,-Leander the good
SCENE III.—The Inside of a Church. swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse,
music and tapers. why, they were never so truly tumed over and over as Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? my poor self, in love : Marry, I cannot show it in
Atten. It is, my lord. rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to Claud. (Reads from a scroll.] “lady" but “baby," an innocent rhyme; for 6
“Done to death by slanderous tongues “ horn," a bard rhyme; for “ school," “ fool," a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, I was not
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in fes
Gives her fame which nerer dies: tival terms.
So the life that died with shame
Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb."
Now, music sound, and sing your solemn hyman. Bene. O, stay but till then!
SONG. Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :-and yet,
Pardon, goddess of the night, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with
Those that slew thy virgin knight;
For the which, with songs of woe, knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio.
Round about her lomb they go. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss
Midnight, assist our moan; thee.
Help us to sigh and groan, Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I
Till death be uttered, will depart unkissed.
Heavenly, heavenly, Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right Claud. Now unto thy bones good night! sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell thee plainly,
Yearly will I do this rite. Claudio undergoes a my challenge; and either I must D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your torches shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward.
out : And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad
The wolves have prey'd : and look, the gentle day, parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Beat. For them all together; which maintained so
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. part to intermingle with them. But for which of my Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several way. good parts did you first suffer love for me?
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Bene. “ Suffer love;" a good epithet! I do suffer
weeds; love, indeed, för I love thee against my will.
And then to Leonato's we will go. Beat. In site of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If yr u spite it for my sake, I will spite it for Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! [Exeunt.
Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speeds yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. Beat. It appears not in this confession: there 's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself. Enter Leonato, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived
Ursula, Friar, and Hero. in the time of good neighbours : if a man do not erect
Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no
Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accus'd her, longer in monument than the bells ring, and the widow Upon the error that you heard debated : weeps.
But Margaret was in some fault for this; Beat. And how long is that, think you ?
Although against her will, as it appears Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, and a In the true course of all the question. quarter in rheum : Therefore it is most expedient for
Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. the wise (if don Worm, his conscience, find no impedi- Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforcu ment to the contrary) to be the trumpet of his own
To call young Clandio to a reckoning for it. virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising my. Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, self, (who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseworthy,) Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves ; and now tell me, How doth your cousin ?
And, when I send for you, come hither maskid : Beat. Very ill.
The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour Dene. And how do you?
a old coil-great bustle. Beat. Very ill too.
To atter is here to put out-o expel. Death is exp*lly a Urriergoes-passes under.
heavenly--by the power of Heaven.