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fy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry,

and claw no man in his humour. Conr. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this, 'till you may do it without controulment; you have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace, where it is impoffible you should take root, but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the season for


own harvest.. John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my

blood to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from

any: : in this, (though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man it must not be deny'd but I am a plain-dealing villain; I am trusted with a muzzel, and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed not to fing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time let me be that I am, and seek not to

alter me.

Conr. Can you make no use of your difcontent?

John. I will make all use of it, for I use it only. Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

Enter Borachio. Boar. I came yonder from a great supper; the Prince, your brother, is royally entertain'd by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John. Will it serve for any modelto build mischief on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness ?

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
John. Who, the most exquisite Claudio?
Bora. Even he.

John. A proper Squire! and who, and who? which way looks he!

Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato.

John. John. A very forward March chick! How come

you to this ?

Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was fmoaking a multy room, comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in fad conference: I whipt behind the Arras, and there heard it agreed upon, that the Prince should woo Hero for himself; and having obtain'd her, give her to Count Claudio.

John. Come, come, let us thither, this may prove food to my displeasure: that young start-up hath all the glory of my overthrow; if I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way; you are both fure, and will assist me.

Conr. To the death, my lord.

John. Let us to the great supper; their Cheer is the greater, that I am subdu'd; 'would the cook were of my

mind! shall we go prove what's to be done?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

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SCENE, a Hall in Leonato's House. Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret

and Ursula.

AS not Count John here at Supper?

Ant. I saw him not. Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him, but I am heart-burn'd an hour after.

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition.

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made just in the mid-way between him and Benedick; the one is too like an image, and says nothing: and the other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tatling. F6


Leon. Then half Signior Benedick's tongue in Count John's mouth, and half Count John's melancholy, in Signior Benedick's face

Beat. With a good Leg, and a good Foot, Uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win

any woman in the world, if he could get her good Will.

Leon. By my troth, Neice, thou wilt never get thee a husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.

Ant. In faith, she's too curft.

Beat. Too curst is more than curst; I shall lessen God's sending that way; for it is said, God sends a curft Cow short horns; but to a Cow too curft he fends none. Leon. So, by being too curft, God will send

you no horns.

Beat. Just, if he send me no Husband; for the which Blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening: Lord! I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face, I had rather lie in woollen.

Leon. You may light upon a husband, that hath no beard.

Beat. What should I do with him ? dress him in my apparel, and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? he that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth, is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him: therefore I will even take fix-pence in earnest of the bear-herd, and lead his


into hell. Ant. Well, Neice, I trust, you will be rul'd by

[To Hero. Beat. Yes, faith, it is my Cousin's duty to make curtsy, and say, Father, as it pleases you; but yet for all that, Cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy, and say, Father, as it pleases me.

Leon. Well, Neice, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.


your father.

Beat. Not 'till God make men of some other metal than earth; would it not grieve a woman to be over-master'd with a piece of valiant dust ? to make account of her life to a clod of way-ward marle? no, uncle, I'll none; Adam's fons are my brethren, and, truly, I hold it a fin to match in my kindred.

Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you; if the Prince do solicit you in that kind, you know

your answer.

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Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be not woo'd in good time; If the Prince be too important, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and so dance out the Answer; for hear me, Hero, wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace; the first suit is hot and hafty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding mannerly-modell, as a measure, full of state and anchentry; and then coines repentance, and with his bad legs falls into his cinque-pace faster and faster, 'till he finks into his grave.

Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly.

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle, I can see a church by day-light.

Leoni. The revellers are entring, brother; make good room.


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Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and

others in Masquerade. Pedro. ADY,

you walk with


friend? Hero. So you walk foftly, and look sweetly, and say nothing, I am yours for the walk, and especially when I walk away.

Pedro. With me in your company?
Hero. I may say so, when I please.
Pedro. And when please you to say so?


Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, the lute should be like the case !

Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.

Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd. ·
Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.
Balth. Well; I would, you did like me,

Marg. So would not I for your own sake, for I have many ill qualities.

Balth. Which is one?
Marg. I say my Prayers aloud.

Balth. I love you the better, the hearers may cry Amen.

Marg. God match me with a good dancer! -
Balth. Amen.

Marg. And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done! Answer, Clerk.

Balth. No more words, the clerk is answer'd.

Urf. I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.

Ant. At a word, I am not.
Urs. I know you by the wagling of your head.
Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.
Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless
very man: here's his dry hand


and down; you are he, you are he.

Ant. At a word, I am not.

Urs. Come, come, do you think, I do not know you by your excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? go to, mum, you

he; graces


appear, and there's

you were the


an end.

not tell

Beat. Will

who told


fo? Bene. No, you shall pardon me.

. Bcat. Nor will you not tell me,


are? Bene. Not now.

Beat. That I was disdainful, and that I had my good Wit out of The Hundred merry Tales; well, this was Signior Benedick that faid fo.


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