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when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass.
Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato, and the Sexton too.
Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton.
Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him, I may avoid him: Which of these is he? Bora. If you would know your wronger look on
me. Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath
hast kill'd Mine innocent child? Bora:
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; 'Twas 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, nor I;
Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live.
And since you could not be my son-in-law,
O, noble sir,
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming;
No, by soul, she was not; Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her.
Dogb. Moreover, sir (which, indeed, is not under white and black), this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishmeut: and also, the watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's name; the which he hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake: pray you, examine him upon that point.
Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.
Leon. There's for thy pains.
Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. · Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself,
for the example of others. God keep your worship; I wish your worship well; God restore you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.Come, neighbour.
[Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to-mor
row. D. Pedro. We will not fail. Claud.
TO-night I'll mourn with Hero.
[Ereunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with
Margaret, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd* fellow.
Enter Benedick and Margaret, meeting.
Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de. serve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty.
Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, iu most comely truth, thou deservest it.
Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs ?
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches.
Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give thee the bucklers.
Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own.
Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids.
Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I think, hath legs.
[Erit Margaret. Bene. And therefore will come.
The god of love.
[Singing.) That sits above, And knows me, and knows me,
How pitiful I deserve,
I mean, in singing; but in loving,- Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, and a whole book full of these quondam carpetmongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love : Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried ; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for school, fool, a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I called thee?
Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.
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Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :-and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what liath passed between you and Claudio.
Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.
Bcat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from hin, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
Beat. For them all together; which maintained so politick a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me ? .
Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake; I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.
Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not one wise man amoug twenty that will praise hinself.
Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.
Bene. And how long is that, think you?
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