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he is, as ever broke bread! but, Heaven is to be worshipped - All men are not alike, alas, good neighbour !
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you.
[Crossing to R. Dogb. One word, sir: our watch, sir, have, indeed, comprehended two aspicious persons, and we would have them this morning examined before your worship.
Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me; I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto you.
Dogb. It shall be suffigance.
[Exit, R. Dogb. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacoal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol ; we are now to examination these men.
Verges. And we must do it wisely.
Dogb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you: here's that [Touching his forehead] shall drive some of them to a non-com: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol.
END OF ACT III.
SCENE I.-A Chapel. Don Pedro, Don John, LEONATO, FRIAR, CLAUDIO,
Benedick, Hero, and BEATRICE, discovered. Leon. (c.) Come, Friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.
Friar. (R. C.) You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?
Claud. (L. c.) No.
Leon. To be married to her, Friar; you come to marry her.
Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this Count?
Hero. (R. C.) I do. Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment, why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
Claud. Know you any, Hero ?
Claud. Oh, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do!
Bened. (L.) How now ? Interjections ?
Claud. Stand thee by, Friar: Father, by your leave; Will you, with free and unconstrained soul, Give me this maid, your daughter ?
Leon. As freely, son, as Heaven did give her me.
Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?
Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again.
Leon. (L. c.) What do you mean, my lord ?
Claud. Not to be married,
Leon. Dear my Lord, if you, in your own proof,
Claud. No, Leonato,
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?
(BENEDICK retires up the stage.
Hero. Is my Lord well, that he doth speak so wide ?
I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about
Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?
Claud. Leonato, stand I here?
Leon. All this is so ; but what of this, my Lord :
Leon. I charge thee do so as thou art my child !
Hero. O Heaven defend me! how I am beset! What kind of catechizing call you this ?
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name.
Hero. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name
Claud. Marry, that can Hero;
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Lord.
John. Fie, fie, they ar
Claud. O Hero, what an angel had'st thou been,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
[HERO swoons in the arms of Beatrice. [Exeunt Don PEDRO, Don John, and CLAUDIO, Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? Beatr. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink you
down? Bened. [Advancing to Hero and Beatrice.] How
doth the lady ? Beatr. Dead, I think ;-Help, uncle ! Hero ! why, Hero! uncle! Siguior Benedick! Friar !
Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand !
Beatr. How now, cousin Hero?
Bened. (L. c.) Sir, sir, be patient !
Beatr. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
Beatr. No, truly not ;' although, until last night,
made, Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron? Would the two Princes lie? and Claudio lie ? Who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness, Wash'd it with tears? Hence! from her ! let her die!
Friar. (c.) Hear me a little ; For I have only silent been so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune,
Leon. Friar, it cannot be :
Friar. Lady, what man is he, you are accused of?
O my father, Prove you that any man with me conversed At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death. Friar. (L. c.) There is some strange misprision in
the Princes. Bened. (L.) Two of them have the very bent of họ
Leon. I know not; if they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her ; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Friar. Pause awhile,
Leon. What shall become of this? what will this do?
Friar. She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,