John. And when I have heard it, what blessing

Enter BORACHIO. brings it?

Bora. I came yonder from a great supper: the Con. If not a present remedy, at least a patient suf- prince, your brother, is royally entertained by Leoferance.

nato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended John. I wonder, that thou being (as thou say'st thou marriage. art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral John. Will it serve for any model to build mischief medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what on? What is he, for a fool, that betroths himself to I am : I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at unquietness? no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand. no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend John. Who? the most exquisite Claudio ? on no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and Bora. Even he. claw no man in his humour.

John. A proper squire ! And who, and who? which Con. Yea; but you must not make the full show way looks he? of this, till you may do it without controlment. You Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of have, till of late, stood out against your brother, and he Leonato. hath ta'en you newly into his grace; where it is impos- John. A very forward March-chick! How came sible

you should take true root, but by the fair weather you to this? that you make yourself: it is needful that you frame Bora. Being entertained for a perfumer, as I was the season for your own harvest.

smoking a musty-room, comes me the prince and John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a Claudio, hand in hand, in sad conference: I whipt rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be me behind the arras, and there heard it agreed upon, disdained of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love that the prince should woo Hero for himself, and from any: in this, though I cannot be said to be a having obtained her, give her to count Claudio. flattering honest man, it must not be denied but I am John. Come, come; let us thither: this may prove a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle, food to my displeasure. That young start-up hath all and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed the glory of my overthrow : if I can cross him any not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would way, I bless myself every way. You are both sure, bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in and will assist me? the mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to Con. To the death, my lord. alter me.

John. Let us to the great supper: their cheer is Con. Can you make no use of your discontent? the greater, that I am subdued. 'Would the cook were

John. I make all use of-it, for I use it only. Who of my mind !-Shall we go prove what's to be done? comes here? What news, Borachio?

Bora. We'll wait upon your lordship. [E.reunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.-A Hall in LEONATO's House.

morning and evening. Lord! I could not endure a

husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in Enter Leonato, Antonio, Hero, Beatrice, and

the woollen. others.

Leon. You may light on a husband that hath no Leon. Was not count John here at supper ?

beard. Ant. I saw him not.

Beat. What should I do with him? dress him in Beat. How tartly that gentleman looks: I never my apparel, and make him my waiting gentlewoman? can see him, but I am heart-burned an hour after. He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he

Hero. He is of a very melancholy disposition. that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is

Beat. He were an excellent man, that were made more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less just in the mid-way between him and Benedick: the than a man I am not for him : therefore, I will even one is too like an image, and says nothing; and the take sixpence in earnest of the bear-ward, and lead his other too like my lady's eldest son, evermore tat


into hell. tling.

Leon. Well then, go you into hell ? Leon. Then, half signior Benedick's tongue in count Beat. No; but to the gate; and there will the devil John's mouth, and half count John's melancholy in meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on bis head, signior Benedick's face,

“Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to Beat. With a good leg, and a good foot, uncle, heaven; here's no place for you maids :” so, deliver and money enough in his purse, such a man would I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heawin any woman in the world,—if a' could get her vens: he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there

live we as merry as the day is long: Leon. By my troth, niece, thou wilt never get thee a Ant. Well, niece, I trust, you will be ruled by your husband, if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue.


[To Hero. Ant. In faith, she's too curst.

Beat. Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make Beat. Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen courtesy, and say, “ Father, as it please you :" but yet God's sending that way, for it is said, “ God sends a for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or curst cow short horns;" but to a cow too curst heelse make another courtesy, and say, “ Father, as it sends none.

please me." Leon. So, by being too curst, God will send you no Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted horns?

with a husband. Beat. Just, if he send me no husband; for the Beat, Not till God make men of some other metal which blessing, I am at him upon my knees every than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be over

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mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make an good wit out of the "Hundred merry Tales."—Well, account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, this was signior Benedick that said so. uncle, I'll none : Adam's sons are my brethren; and Bene. What's he? truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

Beat. I am sure, you know him well enough. Leon. Daughter, remember, what I told you: if Bene. Not I, believe me. the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know


Beat. Did he never make you laugh?

Bene. I pray you, what is he? Beat. The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull be not woo'd in good time: if the prince be too im- fool, only his gift is in devising impossible slanders : portant, tell him, there is measure in every thing, and none but libertines delight in him; and the commenso dance out the answer: for, hear me, Hero; wooing, dation is not in his wit, but in his villainy, for he both wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, pleases men, and angers them, and then they laugh at and a cinque-pace : the first suit is hot and hasty, like him, and beat him. I am sure, he is in the fleet; I a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, would he had boarded me! mannerly, modest, as a measure, full of state and Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him ancientry; and then comes repentance, and with his what you say. bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, Beat. Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two till he sink a-pace into his grave.

on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or not Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and then

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a church there's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool will eat by day-light.

no supper that night. [Music within.] We must Leon. The revellers are entering, brother. Make follow the leaders. good room!

Bene. In every good thing. Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BALTHAZAR; Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them

Joux, BORACHIO, MARGARET, Ursula, and maskers. at the next turning. D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your [Dance. Then, exeunt all but John, Borachio, friend?

and Claudio. Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and say John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and nothing, I am yours for the walk; and, especially, when hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it.

The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. D. Pedro. With me in your company?

Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his Hero. I may say so, when I please.

bearing D. Pedro. And when please you to say so?

John. Are not you signior Benedick ? Hero. When I like your favour; for God defend, Claud. You know me well: I am he. the lute should be like the case !

John. Signior, you are very near my brother in his D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within the love : he is enamoured on Hero. I pray you, dissuade house is Jove.

him from her; she is no equal for his birth : you may Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatched. do the part of an honest man in it. D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

Claud. How know you he loves her ?

[Takes her aside. John. I heard him swear his affection. 1 Bene. Well, I would you did like me.

Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry | Marg. So would not I, for your own sake ; for I her to-night. have many ill qualities.

John. Come, let us to the banquet. Bene, Which is one?

[Exeunt John and BORACHIO. Marg. I say my prayers aloud.

Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, Bene. I love you the better ; the hearers may cry But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio. Amen.

'Tis certain so :--the prince woos for himself. Marg. God match me with a good dancer! Friendship is constant in all other things, Bene. Amen.

Save in the office and affairs of love : Marg. And God keep him out of my sight, when Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; the dance is done!-- Answer, clerk.

Let every eye negotiate for itself,
Bene. No more words: the clerk is answered. And trust no agent, for beauty is a witch,

Urs. I know you well enough: you are signior Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

This is an accident of hourly proof, Ant. At a word, I am not.

Which I mistrusted not. Farewell, then, Hero! Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head.

Re-enter BENEDICK. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Bene. Count Claudio ? Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless you Claud. Yea, the same. were the very man. Here's his dry hand up and Bene. Come, will you go with me? down: you are he, you are he.

Claud. Whither? Ant. At a word, I am not.

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own Uts. Come, come: do you think I do not know you business, county. What fashion will you wear the by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself ? 'Go garland of? About your neck, like an usurer's chain, :), mum, you are be: graces will appear, and there's or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? You an end.

must wear it one way, for the prince hath got your Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ? Hero. Bene. No, you shall pardon me.

Claud. I wish him joy of her. Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are? Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover : so Bene. Not now.

they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince would Beat. That I was disdainful, and that I had my have served you thus ?

you see him ?

Claud. I pray you, leave me.

[Angrily. than hold three words' conference with this harpy. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man : 'twas Have you no employment for me? the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company. Claud. If it will not be, I'll leave you.

[Erit. Bene. O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I canBene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will he creep into not endure my lady Tongue.

Erit. sedges. -But, that my lady Beatrice should know D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the me, and not know me! The prince's fool !-Ha! it heart of signior Benedick. may be, I go under that title, because I am merry.- Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; and I Yea; but so I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one : so reputed: it is the base, though bitter disposition of marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, Beatrice, that puts the world into her person, and so therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. gives me out.

Well, I'll be revenged as I may. D. Pedro. You have put him down, lady; you have
Re-enter Don PEDRO.

put him down. D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did Beat. So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest

I should prove the mother of fools. I have brought Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of lady count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek, Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are a warren : I told him, I think, I told him true, you sad ? that your grace had got the good will of this young Claud. Not sad, my lord. lady; and I offered him my company to a willow tree, D. Pedro. How then? Sick? either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to Claud. Neither, my lord. bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped.

Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, D. Pedro. To be whipped ! What's his fault? nor well; but civil, count, civil as an orange, and

Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; who, something of as jealous a complexion. being overjoy’d with finding a bird's nest, shows it his ·D. Pedro. I'faith, lady, I think your blazon to be companion, and he steals it.

true ; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression ? false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and The transgression is in the stealer.

fair Hero is won; I have broke with her father, and, Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been his good will obtained, name the day of marriage, made, and the garland too; for the garland he might and God give thee joy! have worn himself, and the rod he might have bestow'd Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with her on you, who, as I take it, have stolen his bird's nest. my fortunes : his grace hath made the match, and all

Ď. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and restore grace say Amen to it! them to the owner.

Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue. Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I faith, you say honestly.

were but little happy, if I could say how much.—Lady, D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you: as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for the gentleman, that danced with her, told her she is you, and dote upon the exchange. much wrong'd by you.

Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his Bene. O! she misused me past the endurance of a mouth with a kiss, and let him not speak neither. block: an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. have answered her; my very visor began to assume Beat. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps life, and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I on the windy side of care.--My cousin tells him in his had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; that I ear, that he is in her heart. was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, Claud. And so she doth, cousin. with such importable conveyance, upon me, that I stood Beat. Good lord ! for alliance thus goes every one like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at to the world but I, and I am sun-burned : I may sit

She speaks poignards, and every word stabs : if in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a husband. her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. were no living near her; she would infect to the north Beat. I would rather have one of your father's getstar. I would not marry her, though she were endowed ting. Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Your with all that Adam had lent him before he transgressed: father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come she would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, by them. and have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, D. Pedro. Will


have talk not of her; you shall find her the infernal Até in Beat. No, my lord, unless I might have another for good apparel. I would to God, some scholar would working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every conjure her; for, certainly, while she is here, a man day.—But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; I was may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary; and people born to speak all mirth, and no matter. sin upon purpose, because they would go thither, so, D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to be indeed, all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follow merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were her.

born in a merry hour. Enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, Hero, and LEONATO. Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried ; but then D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.

there was a star danced, and under that was I born.Bene. Will your grace command me any service to Cousins, God give you joy! the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send me you of ? on: I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle.-By your grace's farthest inch of Asia ; bring you the length of Prester pardon.

[Exit BEATRICE. John's foot; fetch you a hair of the great Cham's D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. beard; do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather Leon. There's little of the melancholy element in her,


me, lady?

my lord : she is never sad, but when she sleeps; and John. What proof shall I make of that? not ever sad then, for I have heard my daughter say, Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to vex she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and waked Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato. Look you herself with laughing.

for any other issue ? D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a John. Only to despite them I will endeavour any husband.

thing. Leon. O! by no means, she mocks all her wooers Bora, Go then; find me a meet hour to draw Don out of suit.

Pedro and the count Claudio, alone : tell them, that D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. you know that Hero loves me; intend a kind of zeal

Leon. O lord ! my lord, if they were but a week both to the prince and Claudio, (as in love of your bromarried, they would talk themselves mad.

ther's honour, who hath made this match, and his friend's D. Pedro. County Claudio, when mean you to go reputation, who is thus like to be cozened with the to church?

semblance of a maid) that you have discovered thus. Claud. To-morrow, my lord. Time goes on crutches, They will scarcely believe this without trial : offer them till love have all his rites.

instances, which shall bear no less likelihood than to Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is hence see me at her chamber-window, hear me call Margaret a just seven-night; and a time too brief, too, to have Hero; hear Margaret term me Borachio; and bring all things answer our mind.

them to see this the very night before the intended D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long a wedding : for in the mean time I will so fashion the breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time shall matter, that Hero shall be absent, and there shall not go dully by us. I will, in the interim, undertake appear such seeming proofs of Hero's disloyalty, that one of Hercules' labours, which is, to bring signior jealousy shall be called assurance, and all the preparaBenedick and the lady Beatrice into a mountain of tion overthrown. affection, the one with the other. I would fain have it John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will a match; and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three put it in practice. Be cunning in the working this, and ! will but minister such assistance as I shall give you thy fee is a thousand ducats. direction.

Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my Leon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me ten cunning shall not shame me. nights' watchings.

John. I will presently go learn their day of marriage. Claud. And I, my lord.

[Exeunt. D. Pedro. And you too, gentle Hero?

SCENE III.—LEQNATO's Garden. Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to help my cousin to a good husband.

Enter BENEDICK, a Boy following. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest Bene. Boy! husband that I know. Thus far can I praise him : be is Boy. Signior. of a noble strain, of approved valour, and confirmed Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book; bring it honesty. I will teach you how to humour your cousin, hither to me in the orchard. that she shall fall in love with Benedick ;-and I, with Boy. I am here already, sir. pour two helps, will so practise on Benedick, that, in Bene. I know that; [Exit Boy.] but I would have despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he thee hence, and here again. I do much wonder, that shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when Cupid is no longer an archer : his glory shall be ours, he dedicates his behaviours to love, will, after he hath for we are the only love-gods. Go'in with me, and I laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the will tell you my drift.

[Exeunt. argument of his own scorn by falling in love: and such SCENE II.- Another Room in Leonato's House.

a man is Claudio. I have known, when there was no

music with him but the drum and the fife; and now Enter John and Borachio.

had be rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have John. It is so : the count Claudio shall marry the known, when he would have walked ten mile afoot to daughter of Leonato.

see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights Bora. Yea, my lord ; but I can cross it.

awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an honest medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure to him, man, and a soldier; and now is he turn’d orthographer: and whatsoever comes athwart hi affection ranges his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many evenly with mine. How canst thou cross this marriage ? strange dishes. May I be so converted, and see with

Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly that these eyes ? I cannot tell; I think not: I will not be Do dishonesty shall appear in me.

sworn, but love may transform me to an oyster; but John. Show me briefly how.

I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, me, he shall never make me such a fool. One woman how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the wait- is fair, yet I am well: another is wise, yet I am well : ing-gentlewoman to Hero.

another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be John. I remember.

in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Bora. I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night, Rich she shall be, that's certain ; wise, or none; appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber-window. virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never i John. What life is in that, to be the death of this look on her; mild, or come not near me ; noble, or marriage ?

not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. Go musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please you to the prince, your brother: spare not to tell him, God. Ha! the prince and monsieur Love! I will that he hath wronged his honour in marrying the re- hide me in the arbour. [Retires behind the trees. Downed Claudio (whose estimation do you mightily hold Enter Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio. į up) to a contaminated stale, such a one as Hero. D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this music ?



Claud. Yea, my good lord. How still the evening is, Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony !

think of it, but that she loves him with an enraged
D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid himself? affection : it is past the infinite of thought.
Claud. O, very well, my lord : the music ended, D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.
We'll fit the hid-fox with a penny-worth.

Claud. 'Faith, like enough.
Enter BALTHAZAR, with Musicians.

Leon. O God! counterfeit? There was never counterD. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song again. feit of passion came so near the life of passion, as she

Balth. O! good my lord, tax not so bad a voice discovers it. To slander music any more than once.

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, Claud. [ Aside.j Bait the hook well: this fish will bite. To put a strange face on his own perfection.

Leon. What effects, my lord? She will sit you,I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.

you heard my daughter tell you

how. Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing; Claud. She did, indeed. Since many a wooer doth commence his suit

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: To her he thinks not worthy; yet he woos,

I would have thought her spirit had been invincible Yet will he swear, he loves.

against all assaults of affection. D. Pedro.

Nay, pray thee, come : Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord; especially Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

against Benedick. Do it in notes.

Bene. [Behind.] I should think this a gull, but that Balth. Note this before my notes;

the white-bearded fellow speaks it : knavery cannot, There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. sure, hide himself in such reverence. D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he Claud. [ Aside.] He hath ta'en the infection: holdit up. speaks ;

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to Note notes, forsooth, and nothing !

[Music. Benedick? Bene. [Behind.] Now, divine air! now is his soul Leon. No, and swears she never will: that's her ravish'd !-Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts should torment, hale souls out of men's bodies ?-Well, a horn for my Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says: inoney, when all's done.

“Shall I," says she, “that have so oft encountered bim

with scorn, write to him that I love him?” Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Leon. This says she, now, when she is beginning to Men were deceivers ever ;

write to him; for she'll be up twenty times a night, and One foot in sea, and one on shore ;

there will she sit in her smock, till she have writ a To one thing constant never.

sheet of paper full.-My daughter tells us all. Then sigh not so,

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember But let them go,

a pretty jest your daughter told us of.
And be

blithe and bonny,

Leon. 0 !--when she had writ it, and was reading
Converting all your sounds of woe

it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the Into, Hey nonny, nonny.


Claud. That.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,

Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand half-
Or dumps so dull and heavy ;

pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest The frauds of men were ever so,

to write to one that she knew would flout her:- "I Since summer first was leavy.

measure him," says she, “by my own spirit; for I Then sigh not so, &c.

should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song.

him, I should.” Balth. And an ill singer, my lord.

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, D. Pedro. Ha? no, no: faith, thou singest well sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, cries; enough for a shift.

“O sweet Benedick ! God give me patience !" Bene. [Behind.] An he had been a dog that should Leon. She doth indeed : my daughter says so; and have howled thus, they would have hang'd him; and, I the ecstasy hath so much overborne her, that my pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief! I had as daughter is sometimes afeard she will do a desperate lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague outrage to herself. It is very true. could have come after it.

D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it D. Pedro. Yea, marry; dost thou hear, Balthazar? by some other, if she will not discover it. I pray thee, get us some excellent music, fór to-morrow Claud. To what end? He would but make a sport night we would have it at the lady Hero's chamber of it, and torment the poor lady worse. window.

D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms-deed to Balth. The best I can, my lord.

hang him.

She's an excellent sweet lady, and out of D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. [Exeunt Balthazar all suspicion she is virtuous. and Musicians.] Come hither, Leonato: what was it you Claud. And she is exceeding wise. told me of to-day? that your niece Beatrice was in D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. love with signior Benedick?

Leon. O! my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so Claud. [Aside to Pedro.] O! ay :-stalk on, stalk on; tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood the fowl sits. [Aloud.] I did never think that lady hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have just would have loved any man.

cause, being her uncle and her guardian. Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, that D. Pedro. I would, she had bestowed this dotage on she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she hath me; I would have daffd all other respects, and made in all outward behaviours seemed ever to abhor. her half myself. I pray you, tell Benedick of it, and

Bene. [Behind.] Is't possible? Sits the wind in that hear what a' will say. corner ?

Leon. Were it good, think you ?

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