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Corr. Is it possible. tirat any villainy should bel lof lechery that ever was known in the commo! so, cuar?
wealth, Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were pos- I trutch. And one Deformed is one of them; sible any villaiuy should be so rich: for when richi II know him, he wears a lock. villains have necd or poor ones, poor, ones may
Conr. Masters, anasters, make what price they will.
2 ilutch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, Conr. I wonder at it.
I warrant voli, Born. That shews, thou art unconfirmed':- Cont. Masters, Thou knowest, that the tashion of a doublet, or Hutch. Never speak; we charge you, let us a hat, or a cioak, is nothing to a man.
iofobey you to go with us. Cour. Yes, it is apparel.
Bora. We are like to prove a goodly common Bora. I mean, the fashion.
dity, being taken up of these men's bills. Conr. Yes, the fashion is the fashion
Conr. A commodity in question, I warrant you, Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the Come, we'll obey you.
[Excunt. fool. But see'st thou not, what a deformed thiet 15
SCENE IV. this fashion is? Huich. I know that Delormed; he has been a
An Apartment in Leonato's House. vile thief these seven years; he goes up and down Enter Hero, Xlargaret, and Ursula. like a gentleinan: I remember his name.
Hero. Good Urşula, wake my cousin Beatrice, Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody? 20 and desire her to rise. Conr. No; 'twas the vane on the house.
Urs. I will, lady: Bora. Seest tlou not, I say, what a deformed Hero. And bid her come hither. thief this fashion is? how giddily lie turns about
[Erit Ursula. all the hot bloods, between fourteen and live-and- Murg: Troth, I think, your other rabato* were thirty? so.netime, tashioning them like Pharaoh's 23 better. soldiers in the reechy painting ; sometime, like Hero. No, pray, thee, good Meg, I'll wear god Bel's priests in the old church-window; sometime, like the shaven Hercules in the smirch’d' Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I worin-eaten tapestry, where hiş. cod-piece seems warrant, your cousin will say so. aş massy as his club?
301 Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; Conr. All this I see; and see, that the fashion I'll wear none but this. wears out more apparel than the inan: But art Marg: I like the new tire within excellently, if not thou thyseif giddy with the fashion too, that the bair were a thought browner; and your gown's thou hast shiited out of thy tale mto telling me of a most rare fashion, 7 faith. I saw the dutchess the fashion?
3; of Milan's gown, that they praise so. Bora. Not so neither: but know, that I have Hero. O! that exceeds, they say. to-night wooed Margaret, the ladly Hero's gentle- Murg. By my troth, il's büi a night-gowu in Woinan, by the name of Hero; she leans me out respect of your's: Cloth of gold, and cuts, and at her mistress's chanıber-window, bids me a lac dt with silver; set with pearls, down sleeves, thousand times goodnignt-Itell this tale vilely: 40 side sleeves, and skirts round, underborne with a - I should first tell thee, how the prince, Claudio, blueish tinsel: but for a tine, quaint, graceful, and and my master, planted and placed, and possessed excellent fashion, your's is worth ten on't. by my inaster Donlohn, sawatarolt in the orehari Ilero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart this ainiable encounter.
is exceeding heavy! Conr. And thought they, Margaret was Hero: 45 Murg. "I will be heavier soon, by the weight
Boru. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio: of a man. byit the devil my master knew she was Margaret; Flero. Fie upon thee!: art not asham'd? and partly by his oaths, which tirst possess'd them, Narg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? partly by the ciark night, wbich diideceive them Is not marriage bonourable in a beggar? Is not but chieily by my villainy, which did contim any 50 your lord bonourable without marriage? I think slander that Don John. had made, away went you would have me say, saving your reverence, Claudio enraged; swore he would meet her, as a husband? an bad thinking do not wrest true he was appointed, next morning at the temple, peaking, i'll oitend nobody: Is there any harm and there, before the whole congregation, slame imihe hearier for a husband? None, I think, an her with what he saw o'er night, and send her 55 it be the right husband, and the right wife; otherhome again without a husband.
wise, 'tis light, and not heavy: Ask my lady Bea1 Wutch. We charge you in the prince's name,
trice else, here she comes. stand.
Enter Bcatrice. 2.ll'utch. Call up the right master constable : Hero. Good-morrow, coz. We have here recovered the most dangerous piece 60 Beat. Good-morrow, sweet Hero.
* That is, unpractised in the ways of the world. ?i. e. painting discoloured by smoke, '3 Smirch'd is soil'd, obscured. Rubuto, from the French rabut, signifies a lieckband; a ruir.
Hero. Why, how now! do you speak in the
SCENE V. sick tune?
Another Apartment in Leonato's House. Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. Enter Leonio, with Dogberry and Verges. Marg. Clap us into Light o'love'; that goes Leon. What would you with me, honest neigh. without a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance 5 bour? it.
Dogb. Marry, sir, I would have some confiBeat. Yea, Light o' love, with your heels!- dence with you, that decerns you nearly. then if your husband have stables enough, you'll Leon. Briet, I pray you ; for you see 'tis a busy look he shall lack no barns.
time with me. Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that 10 Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir. with my heels.
Very Yes, in tr::th it is, sir. Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time Leon. What is it, my good friends? you were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little ill:-hey ho!
of the matter: an old man, sir, and his wits are Murg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ? 15 not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. were; but, in faith, honest, as the skin between
Murg. Well, an you be not turned Turk', bis brows'. there's no more sailing by the star.
Virg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any Beat. What means the fool, trow?
man living, that is an old man, and no honester Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one 20 than I. their heart's desire!
Dogb. Comparisons are odorous: palabras", Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they neighbour Verges. are an excellent perfume.
Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. Beat. I am stuti'd, cousin, I cannot smell. Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we
Murg. A maid, and stulld! there's goodly 25 are the poor duke's otticers; but truly, for mine catching of cold.
own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how tind in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. long have you profess d apprehension?
Leon. All thy tediousness on me! ha! Marg. Ever since you left it: Doth not my Dogb. Yea, an 'twere a thousand times more wit become me rarely?
30 than 'tis: for I hear as good exclamation on your Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear worship, as of any man in the city; and though it in your cap.—By my troth, I am sick. I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Alurg. Get you some of this distill'd Carduus Virg. And so am I. Benedictus, and lay it to your heart; it is the 1:01. I would fain know what you have to say. only thing for a qualm.
35 Virg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, exceptHero. There thou prick’st her with a thistle. ng your worship's presence, hath ta'en a couple
Beat. Benedictus! why Benedictus ? you have of as arrant knaves as any in Messina. some morals in this Benedictus.
Digb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking; Murg: Moral? no, by my troth, I have no mo- as they say, When the age is in, the wit is out; ral meaning; I meant, plain holy-thistle. You may 40 God hielp us! it is a world to see?!-Well said, think, perchance, that I think you are in love; i faith, neighbour Verges:-well, God's a good nay, by'r Lady, I am not such a fool to think what inan; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, in
bebind:-An honest soul, i' faith, sir ; by my deed, i cannot think, if I would think my heart troth he is, as ever broke bread: but, God is to out o' thinking, that you are in love, or that you 45 be worshipp’u: All men are not alike; alas, good will be in love, or that you can be in love: yel neighbour! Benedick was such another, and now is he become Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despight of his heart, he eats his incat Dogb. Gists that God gives. without grudging: and how may you be convert 50
Leon. I must leave you. ed, I know not; but, methinks, you look with Dogb. One word, sir: our watch have, indeed, your eyes as other women do.
compiebended two aspicious persons, and we Beai. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? would have them this morning examined before Marg. Not a false gallop.
your worship. Re-enter Ursula.
55 Leon. Take their examination yourself, and Urs. Madam, withdraw; the prince, the count, bring it me; I am now in great haste, as may apsignior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants pear unto you. of the town, are come to fetch you to church,
Dogb. It shall be sufligance. Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg,
Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you good Ursula.
. 1 An old dance tune so call'd. ? A quibble between burns and bairns. i. e. taken captive by Love, and turned a renegado to his religion. 4i. e. some secret meaning. A
proverbial expression. : A Spanish phrase, siguuying, few words. ? Meaning, it is wonderful to see.
Enter a Messenger.
Verg. And we must do it wisely. Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you ; daughter to her husband.
here's that (touching his forehead] shall drive Leon. I will wait upon them; I am ready. some of thein to a non-com: only get the learn
[Exit Leonato. 5 ed writer to set down our excommunication, and Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis meet me at the jail. Seacoal, bid hiin bring his pen and inkhorn to the
[Exeunt. jail; we are now to examination these men.
To witness simple virtue? Would not you swear, A Church.
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
|20|By these exterior shews ? But she is none: Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, She knows the heat of a luxurious' bed: Claudio, Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice.
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. Leon. COME, friar Francis, be brief; only to Leon, What do you mean, my lord ?
the plain form of marriage, and you Claud. Not to be marry'd, not knit my soul shall recount their particular duties afterwards. 25 To an approved wanton. Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry
Leon. Dear my lord, this lady?
If you in your own proof, Claud. No.
Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, Leon. To be marry'd to her, friar; you come And made defeat of her virginity,to marry her.
30 Claud. I know what you would say; if I have Friar. Lady, you come hither to be marry'd
known her, to this count:
You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband, Hero. I do.
And so extenuate the forehand sin: Friar. If either of you know any inward im- No, Leonato, pediment why you should not be conjoined, 135 I never tempted her with word too large; charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
But, as a brother to his sister, shew'd Cluud. Know you any, Hero?
Bashful sincerity and comely love. Hero. None, my lord.
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? Friar. Know you any, count?
Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write Leon. I dare make his answer, none.
against it: Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may You seem to me as Dian in her orb; do! what
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; Men daily do! not knowing what they do! But you are more intemperate in your blood
Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then Than Venus, or those painper'd animals some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he! (leave ;45 That rage in savage-sensuality. [wide ?
Claud. Stand thee by, friar:-Father, by your Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so Will you with free and unconstrained soul
Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you? Give me this maid, your daughter?
Pedro. What should I speak? Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me. I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about Claud. And what have I to give you back, 50 To link my dear friend to a common stale. whose worth
Leon. Are these things spoken,or do Ibut dream? May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are
Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. (true, Claud. Sweet prince, you learn me noble thank- Hero. True, O God! fulness.
55 Claud. Leonato, stand I here? There, Leonato, take her back again ;
Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Give not this rotten orange to your friend; Is this face Hero's? Are our eyes our own? She's but the sign and semblance of her honour: Leon. All this is so: But what of this, my lord? Behold, how like a maid she blushes here:
Claud. Let me but move one question to your 0, what authority and shew of truth
daughter; Can cunning sin cover itself withal !
And by that fatherly and kindly' power Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, (That
have in her, bid her answer truly, ļi. e. A lascivious bed. ; i. e. your own erperiment or trial of her. 'i. e. Natural power.
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. Vhy ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
Hero. () God defend me! how am I beset! Why had I not, with charitable hand, What kind of catechizing call you this? [name. Took up a beggar's issue at my gates; Claud. To make you answer truly to your
Who smeared thus, and mir'd with infamy, Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name 5 I might have said, No part of it is mini; With any just reproach?
This shame derives itself froin un uo:en loins? Cand larry, that can Hero;
But rrine, and inine I loi'd, and mine i prais'il, llero itself can blat out Hero's virtue.
And nine that I was proud on; inine so much, What man was he talk'd with you yesternight That I myself wa, to myself not mine, Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one?
Valuing of her: why, she-O, she is fallen Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. [lord. Into a pit of ink! tivät the wide sea
Hiro. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Hath drops too tew to wash her clean again;
Pedro. Why,then youarenomaiden.-Leonato, And salt ioo littl", u bich may season give
I kriow not what to sav.
20 Beat. No, truly, not; alth augh, until last night, John. Fie, fie! they are
I have this twelvemonth been herbediellow. [made, Not to be nam’d, my lord, not to be spoke of; Leon. Confirm’d, confirm'd! O, that is stronger There is not chastity' enaugh in language, (lady, Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron! Without offence, to utter them: Thus, pretty Would the two princes lie? and Claudia lie, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment. 25 Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness,
Claud. O Hero! what a llero haust thou been, Wanbidit with tears? Hence from her; let her die, If half thy outward graces had been placid
Triur. Hear nie a little; About the thoughts and counsels of thy heart! For I have only been silent so long, But, fare thee well, most foul, most faiř! farewell And given way unto this course of fortune,, Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! 30 By noting of the lady: I have mark'd For thưe I'll lock up all the gates of love, A thousand blushing apparitions And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames 'To turn all beauty into thoughts of harın,
In angel witness bear away those blushes; And never shall it more be gracious. me : And in her eye there hath appear'd a tire,
Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for 35 To buru the error that these princes hold Beat. Why, how now, cousin, wheretore sinh Against her maiden truth:-Call me a tool.; you down?
[Hero, swoons. i rust not my reading, nor any observation, John. Come, let us go: these things coiye thus Which with experimental seal doth warrast Sprether her spirits up.
(to light, The tenor of my book; trust not my age,
Ir this swetó lady lie not guiltiess here
Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath.left,
A sin of perjury; she not denies it : That may be wish'd for.
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse Beat. How now, cousin Hero!
That, which appears in proper nakedness? Friar. Have comfort, lady.
friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? Leon. Dost thou look up?
bhero They know, that do accuse me; I know Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not? [thing Ifl know more of any man alive, (none; Leon. Wherefore? Why, dot not every earthly
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny Let all my sins lack mercy !-o my father, The story that is printed in her blood?
Prove you that any man with me convers'd Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: 55 At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight [ture, For did I think, thou would'st not quickly lie, Maintain’d the change of words with any creaThoughts,thyspirits were trongerthianthyshames, Retuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Myselt would, on the rearward of reproaches, Friur. There is some strange inisprision in the Strike at tiny liie. Griev'd I, I had but one?
[nour; Chid I for that, at frugal nature's frame?? 160) Bene. Two of them have the very bent of hoO, one too much by thee! Why bad I one? And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
· Liberal here signifes, frank, free, open. Meaning, the story which is too plainly disccvered by her blushing. Frame here signifies, scheme, order, or disposition of things. Meaning, the highest degree.
The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this
Leon. 'I know not; If they speak but truth of Should with your body.
. [nour, 5 The smallest twine may lead ine. Time hath not yet so dry'd this blood of mine,
Friar. 'Tis well consented; presently away: Nor age so eat up my invention,
For to strange sores strangely they strain Nor fortune made such havock of my means,
the cure. Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends, Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day, But they shall find, awak'd in such a kind, 10 Perhaps, is but prolong'd; have patience, Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
(Exeunt. Ability of ineans, and choice of friends,
Manent Benedick and 'Beatrice. [while ? To quit me of them thoroughly,
Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this Friur. Pause awhile,
Beat. Yea, and I will weep a while longer. And let my counsel sway you in this case,
15 Bene. I will not desire that. Your daughter here the princes left for dead; Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Bene. Surely, I do believe your
fair cousin is And publish it, that she is dead indeed:
wrong'd. Maintain a mourning ostentation's
Beat. Ah, how much might the man deserve And on your family's old monument
20 of me, that would right her! Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
Bene. Is there any way to shew such friendship? That appertain unto à burial,
Beat. A very even way, but no such triend. Leon. What shall become of this? What will Bene. May a man do it ? Friar. Marry, this well carry'd, shall on her Beat. It is a man's office, but not yours, behalt
Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as Change slander to remorse ; that is some good: you; Is not that strange? But not for that, dream I on this strange course, Beat. As strange as the thing I know not: It But on this travail look for greater birth, were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,
well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie l'pon the instant that she was accus'd, 30 not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing: 1 Shall be lamented, pity'd, and excus'd,
am sorry for my cousin. Of every hearer: For it so falls out,
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lov'st me. That what we have we prize not to the worth, Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and Why, then we rack’ the value; then we find 35 [ will make him eat it, that says, I love not you. The virtue that possession would not shew us Beat. Will you not eat your word? Whiles it was ours:-So will it fare with Claudio; Bene. With no sauce that can be devis'd to it: When he shall hear she dy'd upon his words, I protest, I love thee. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Beat, Why then, God forgive me! Into his study of imagination;
401 Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice? And every lovely organ of her life
Beat. You have staid me in a happy houn; I Sliall come appareld in more precious habit, was about to protest, I lov'd you. More moving, delicate, and full of life,
Bene. And do it with all thy heart, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, [mourn, Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, Than when she liv'd' indeed: -- Then shall he 45 that none is left to protest. (If ever love had interest in his liver)
Benc. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. And wish he had not so accus'd her:
Beut. Kill Claudio. No, though he thought his accusation true.
Bene. Ha! not for the wide world. Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. Will fashion the event in better shape
Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
Beut. I am gone, though I am here ;–There But if all aim'but this be levell’d false,
is no love in you:-nay, I pray you, let me go. The supposition of the lady's death
Bene. Beatrice,Will quench the wonder of her infamy:
Beat. In faith, I will go. And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her 55 Bene. We'll be friends first. (As best befits her wounded reputation)
Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than În some reclusive and religious life,
fight with mine enemy:,' Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries. Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you :) Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vilAnd though, you know, my inwardness and love 60 lain, that hath slander'd, scorn’d, dishonour'd my Is very much unto the priúce and Claudio, Ikinswoman?-0, that I were a man !-What,
Ostentation here signifies show or appearance, ? That is, raise it to its utmost value, alluding to rack-rents.