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Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die ; for she says, Bene. [Advancing from the Arbour.] This can be no she will die if he love her not, and she will die ere she trick : the conference was sadly borne.—They have the make her love known, and she will die if he woo her, truth of this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady: rather than she will 'bate one breath of her accustomed it seems, her affections have their full bent. Love me!
why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured : | D. Pedro. She doth well : if she should make tender they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; for the love come from her: they say, too, that she will rather man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit. die than give any sign of affection.—I did never think Claud. He is a very proper man.
to marry.-I must not seem proud.—Happy are they D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happi- that hear theirdetractions, and can put them to mending.
They say, the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them Claud. Before God, and in my mind, very wise. witness: and virtuous; 'tis so, I cannot reprove it: and D. Pedro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks that wise, but for loving me; by my troth, it is no addition are like wit.
to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will Leon. And I take him to be valiant.
be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in the odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for either I have railed so long against marriage; but doth not he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his age, them with a most Christian-like fear.
that he cannot endure in his youth. Shall quips, and Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a peace : if he break the peace, he ought to enter into à man from the career of his humour ? No; the world quarrel with fear and trembling.
must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear I did not think I should live till I were married.God, howsoever it seems not in him by some large jests Here comes Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair lady : he will make. Well, I am sorry for your niece. Shall I do spy some marks of love in her. we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love?
Enter BEATRICE. Claud. Never tell him, my lord : let her wear it out Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come with good counsel.
in to dinner. Leon. Nay, that's impossible: she may wear her Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. heart out first.
Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than D. Pedro. Well, we will hear farther of it by your you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, I daughter : let it cool the while. I love Benedick well, would not have come. and I could wish he would modestly examine himself, Bene. You take pleasure, then, in the message ? to see how much he is unworthy so good a lady. Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a
Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready. knife's point, and not choke a daw withal.—You have Claud. [Aside.] If he do not dote on her upon this, no stomach, signior : fare you well.
[Exit. I will never trust my expectation.
Bene. Ha! “ Against my will I am sent to bid you | D. Pedro. [ Aside.] Let there be the same net spread come in to dinner "—there's a double meaning in that. for her; and that must your daughter and her gentle “ I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took Fomen carry. The sport will be, when they hold one pains to thank me"—that's as much as to say, any an opinion of another's dotage, and no such matter : pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks.- If I that's the scene that I would see, which will be merely do not take pity of her, I am a villain : if I do not a dumb show. Let us send her to call him in to dinner. love her, I am a Jew. I will go get her picture. [Exit.
(Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato.
Our talk must only be of Benedick :
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this matter
Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin; Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Enter BEATRICE, stealing in behind. Is all of her : say, that thou overheard'st us;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Close by the ground, to hear our conference. Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Forbid the sun to enter; like favourites,
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride And greedily devour the treacherous bait : Against that power that bred it.— There will she hide So angle we for Beatrice; who even now her,
Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
my part of the dialogue. Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone.
Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently. Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it.
[Exit. No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful ; [Aloud. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, I know, her spirits are as coy and wild As we do trace this alley up and down,
As haggards of the rock.
Urs. (Aside.] She's lim’d, I warrant you : we have That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely ?
caught her, madam. Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord. Hero. [ Aside.] If it prove so, then loving goes by Urs. And did they bid her tell you of it, madam ?
haps: Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it; Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. But I persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
[Exeunt Hero and Ursula. To wish bim wrestle with affection,
Beat. [Advancing.] What fire is in mine ears? Can And never to let Beatrice know of it.
this be true? Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much ? Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu! As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?
No glory lives but in the lack of such. Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve And, Benedick, love on : I will requite thee, As much as may be yielded to a man;
Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand. But nature never fram'd a woman's heart
If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice :
To bind our loves up in a holy band ; Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
For others say thou dost deserve, and I Misprising what they look on; and her wit
Believe it better than reportingly.
[Exit. Values itself so highly, that to her
SCENE II.-A Room in LEONATO's House. All matter else seems weak. She cannot love, Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, and Leonato. She is so self-endeared.
D. Pedro. I do but stay till your marriage be conUrs. Sure, I think so;
summate, and then go I toward Arragon. And therefore, certainly, it were not good
Claud. I'll bring you thither, my lord, if you'll She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
vouchsafe me. Hero. Why, you speak truth. I never yet saw D. Pedro. Nay; that would be as great a soil in the man,
new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child his new How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, coat, and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold But she would spell him backward : if fair-fac'd, with Benedick for his company ; for from the crown of She'd swear the gentleman should be her sister: his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth : he hath If black, why, nature, drawing of an antick,
twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little Made a foul blot : if tall, a lance ill-headed :
hangman dare not shoot at him. He hath a heart as If low, an agate very vilely cut:
sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what If speaking, why, a vane blown with all winds : his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. If silent, why, a block moved with none.
Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been. So turns she every man the wrong side out,
Leon. So say I: methinks, you are sadder. And never gives to truth and virtue that
Claud. I hope he be in love. Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.
D. Pedro. Hang him, truant ! there's no true drop of Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love. If he be
Hero. No; not to be so odd, and from all fashions sad he wants money. As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable.
Bene. I have the tooth-ache.
D. Pedro. Draw it.
Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,
afterwards. Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:
D. Pedro. What! sigh for the tooth-ache ? It were a better death than die with mocks,
Leon. Where is but a humour, or a worm ? Which is as bad as die with tickling.
Bene. Well, every one can master a grief, but he Urs. Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say. that has it. Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick,
Claud. Yet say I, he is in love. And counsel him to fight against his passion :
D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises ; To stain my cousin with. One doth not know, as to be a Dutchman to-day, a Frenchman to-morHow much an ill word may empoison liking.
row, or in the shape of two countries at once; as a Urs. O! do not do your cousin such a wrong. German from the waist downward, all slops, and a She cannot be so much without true judgment, Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet. Unless he (Having so swift and excellent a wit,
have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is As she is prizid to have) as to refuse
no fool for fancy, as you would have it appear he is. So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick.
Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, there Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
is no believing old signs : a' brushes his hat o' mornAlways excepted my dear Claudio.
ings; what should that bode? Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, D. Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ? Speaking my fancy: signior Benedick,
Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with For shape, for bearing, argument, and valour, him, and the old ornament of his cheek hath already Goes foremost in report through Italy.
stuffod tennis-balls. Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name. Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by the
Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. - loss of a beard. When are you married, madam?
D. Pedro. Nay, a' rubs himself with civet: can you Hero. Why, in a day ;-to-morrow. Come, go in : smell him out by that ? I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel, Claud. That's as much as to say, the sweet youth's Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melan- D. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain her, choly.
I will join with thee to disgrace her. Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? John. I will disparage her no farther, till you are D. Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, my witnesses : bear it coldly but till midnight, and let I hear what they say of him.
the issue show itself. Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit, which is now D. Pedro. O day untowardly turned ! crept into a lutestring, and now governed by stops. Claud. O mischief strangely thwarting !
D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. John. O plague right well prevented! So will you Conclude, conclude, he is in love.
have seen the sequel. [Exeunt. Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him. D. Pedro. That would I know too: I warrant, one
SCENE III.-A Street. that knows him not. Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and in despite of
Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch. all dies for him.
Dogb. Are you good men and true ? D. Pedro. She shall be buried with her face upwards. Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they should suf
Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ache.- fer salvation, body and soul. Old signior, walk aside with me: I have studied Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for eight or nine wise words to speak to you, which these them, if they should have any allegiance in them, hobby-horses must not hear.
being chosen for the prince's watch. [Exeunt Benedick and LEONATO. Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Dogberry. Beatrice.
Dogb. First, who think you the most desartless man Claud. 'Tis even so. Hero and Margaret have by to be constable ? this played their parts with Beatrice, and then the two 1 Watch. Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal, for bears will not bite one another when they meet. they can write and read. Enter John.
Dogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal. God hath John. My lord and brother, God save you. blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favoured D. Pedro. Good den, brother.
man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes John. If your leisure served, I would speak with you. by nature. D. Pedro. In private ?
2 Watch. Both which, master constable, — John. If it please you; yet count Claudio may hear, Dogb. You have: I knew it would be your answer. for what I would speak of concerns him.
Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks, and D. Pedro. What's the matter?
make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, John. [To CLAUDIO.] Means your lordship to be let that appear when there is no need of such vanity. married to morrow.
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit D. Pedro. You know, he does.
man for the constable of the watch; therefore, bear John. I know not that, when he knows what I know. you the lantern. This is your charge. You shall
Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you, dis- comprehend all vagrom men : you are to bid any man cover it.
stand, in the prince's name. | John. You may think, I love you not: let that 2 Watch. How, if a' will not stand ? appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now Dogb. Why then, take no note of him, but let him will manifest. For my brother, I think, he holds you go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, well, and in dearness of heart hath holp to effect your and thank God you are rid of a knave. ensuing marriage ; surely, suit ill spent, and labour ill Verg. If he will not stand when he is bidden, he is bestowed !
none of the prince's subjects. D. Pedro. Why, what's the matter?
Dogb. True, and they are to meddle with none but John. I came hither to tell you; and, circumstances the prince's subjects.—You shall also make no noise shortened, (for she has been too long a talking of) the in the streets ; for for the watch to babble and talk is lady is disloyal.
most tolerable, and not to be endured. Claud. Who? Hero?
2 Watch. We will rather sleep than talk: we know John. Even she: Leonato's Hero, your Hero, every what belongs to a watch. man's Hero.
Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and most i Claud. Disloyal?
quiet watchman, for I cannot see how sleeping should Jokn. The word is too good to paint out her wicked offend; only, have a care that your bills be not stolen. ness : I could say, she were worse : think you of a Well, you are to call at all the ale-houses, and bid worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not till those that are drunk get them to bed. farther warrant; go but with me to-night, you shall see 2 Watch. How, if they will not ? her chamber-window entered, even the night before her Dogb. Why then, let them alone till they are sober : wedding-day: if you love her then, to-morrow wed if they make you not then the better answer, you may her; but it would better fit your honour to change say, they are not the men you took them for. your mind.
2 Watch. Well, sir. Claud. May this be so?
Dogb. If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by D. Pedro. I will not think it.
virtue of your office, to be no true man; and, for such Jokn. If you dare not trust that you see, confess not kind of men, the less you meddle or make with them, that you know. If you will follow me, I will show you why, the more is for your honesty. enough; and when you have seen more, and heard 2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we not Dore, proceed accordingly.
lay hands on him? i Claud. If I see any thing to-night, why I should not Dogb. Truly, by your office you may; but, I think, barry her to-morrow, in the congregation, where I they that touch pitch will be defiled. The most peaceshould wed, there will I shame her.
able way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let
him show himself what he is, and steal out of your been a vile thief this seven year: a' goes up and down company.
like a gentleman. I remember his name. Verg. You have been always called a merciful man, Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody? partner.
Con. No: 'twas the vane on the house. Dogb. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; Bora. Szest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief much more a man who hath any honesty in him. this fashion is? how giddily a' turns about all the hot
Verg. If you hear a child cry in the nigbt, you must bloods between fourteen and five and thirty ? somecall to the nurse, and bid her still it.
time, fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the 2 Watch. How, if the nurse be asleep, and will not reechy painting; sometime, like god Bel's priests in hear us?
the old church window; sometime, like the shaven Dogb. Why then, depart in peace, and let the child Hercules in the smirched worm-eaten tapestry, where wake her with crying; for the ewe that will not hear bis cod-piece seems as massy as his club? her lamb when it baes, will never answer a calf when Con. All this I see, and I see that the fashion wears he bleats.
out more apparel than the man. But art not thou Verg. 'Tis very true.
thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast Dogb. This is the end of the charge. You, constable, shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion? are to present the prince's own person : if you meet Bora. Not so, neither; but know, that have tothe prince in the night, you may stay him.
night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman, Verg. Nay by'r lady, that, I think, a' cannot. by the name of Hero: she leans me out at her mistress'
Dogb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man that chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good night. knows the statutes, he may stay him: marry, not -I tell this tale vilely:-1 should first tell thee, how without the prince be willing; for, indeed, the watch the prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and ought to offend no man, and it is an offence to stay a placed, and possessed by my master Don John, saw man against his will.
afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter. Verg. By’r lady, I think, it be so.
Con. And thought they Margaret was Hero? Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good night: an Bora. Two of them did, the prince and Claudio; but there be any matter of weight chances, call up me. the devil, my master, knew she was Margaret, and Keep your fellows' counsels and your own, and good partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, partly night. Come, neighbour.
by the dark night, which did deceive them, but chiefly 2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge: let by my villainy, which did confirm any slander that us go sit here upon the church-bench till two, and Don John had made, away went Claudio enraged ; then all to bed.
swore he would meet her, as he was appointed, next Dogh. One word more, honest neighbours. I pray morning at the temple, and there, before the whole you, watch about signior Leonato's door; for the wed-congregation, shame her with what he saw over-night, ding being there to-morrow, there is a great coil to- and send her home again without a husband. night. Adieu, be vigilant, I beseech you.
1 Watch. [Coming forward.] We charge you in the [Exeunt Dogberry and Verges. prince's name, stand. Enter BORACHIo and CONRADE.
2 Watch. Call up the right master constable. We Bora. What, Conrade!
have here recovered the most dangerous piece of Watch. [Behind and aside.] Peace! stir not. lechery, that ever was known in the commonwealth. Bora. Conrade, I say!
1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them: I Con. Here, man; I am at thy elbow.
know him, a' wears a lock. Bora. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought, there Con. Masters, masters ! would a scab follow.
2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I Con. I will owe thee an answer for that; and now
warrant you. forward with thy tale.
Con. Masters,— Bora. Stand thee close, then, under this penthouse, 1 Watch. Never speak: we charge you, let us obey for it drizzles rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, you to go with us. utter all to thee.
Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, Watch. [Aside.] Some treason, masters; yet stand being taken up of these men's bills. close.
Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don John Come, we'll obey you.
[E.reunt. a thousand ducats.
SCENE IV.-A Room in LEONATO's House. Con. Is it possible that any villainy should be so dear?
Enter Hero, MARGARET, and Ursula. Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were possible Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and any villainy should be so rich; for when rich villains desire her to rise. have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what Urs. I will, lady. price they will.
Hero. And bid her come hither. Con. I wonder at it.
[Exit URSULA. Bora. That shows thou art unconfirmed. Thou Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato were better. knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this. cloak, is nothing to a man.
Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I warrant, Con. Yes, it is apparel.
your cousin will say so. Bora. I mean, the fashion.
Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another. Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.
I'll wear none but this. Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the fool. Murg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the But seest thou not what a deformed thief this fashion hair were a thought browner; and your gown's a
mostrare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of Watch. [Aside.] I know that Deformed; a' has Milan's gown, that they praise so.
Hero. O! that exceeds, they say.
yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without Marg. By my troth, it's but a night-gown in respect grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not, of yours : cloth o'gold, and cuts, and laced with sil- but, methinks, you look with your eyes, as other women ver, set with pearls down the sleeves, side sleeves, do. and skirts round, under-borne with a bluish tinsel ; Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ? but for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, Marg. Not a false gallop. yours is worth ten on't.
Re-enter URSULA. Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is Urs. Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, signior exceeding heavy!
Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town, Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a are come to fetch you to church.
Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Hero. Fie upon thee! art not ashamed?
[Ereunt. Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is
SCENE V.-Another Room in LEONATO's House. not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? I think, you would
Enter Leonato, with DOGBERRY and VERGES. have me say, saving your reverence,-a husband: an Leon. What would
with honest neighbour ? bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend Dogb. Marry, sir, I would bave some confidence with no body. Is there any harm in---the heavier for a you, that decerns you nearly. husband ? None, I think, an it be the right husband, Leon. Brief, I pray you; for, you see, it is a busy and the right wife; otherwise 'tis light, and not heavy: time with me. ask my lady Beatrice else; here she comes.
Dogb. Marry, this it is, sir.
Verg. Yes, in truth it is, sir.
Leon. What is it, my good friends? Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero.
Dogb. Goodman Verges, sir, speaks a little off the Hero. Why, how now ? do you speak in the sick matter : an old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt, tune?
as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks.
honest as the skin between his brows. Marg. Clap us into—"Light o'love ;” that goes Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man without a burden: do you sing it, and I'll dance it. living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.
Beat. Yea, “ Light o'love," with your heels !- then, Dogb. Comparisons are odorous : palabras, neighif your husband have stables enough, you'll see he bour Verges. sball lack no barns.
Leon. Neighbours, you are tedious. Marg. O, illegitimate construction! I scorn that Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are with my heels.
poor duke's officers; but, truly, for mine own part, Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin : 'tis time you if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill.—Heigh to bestow it all of your worship. bo!
Leon. All thy tediousness on me? ha! Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband ?
Dogb. Yea, an 'twere a thousand pound more than Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. 'tis ; for I hear as good exclamation on your worship,
Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's no as of any man in the city, and though I be but a poor more sailing by the star.
man, I am glad to hear it. Beat. What means the fool, trow?
Verg. And so am I. Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one their Leon. I would fain know what you have to say. beart's desire !
Verg. Marry, sir, our watch to-night, excepting your Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an worship's presence, have ta'en a couple of as arrant excellent perfume.
knaves as any in Messina. Beat. I am stuffed, cousin; I cannot smell.
Dogb. A good old man, sir; he will be talking : as Marg. A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly catching they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
God help of cold.
us! it is a world to see !-Well said, i'faith, neighbour Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how long Verges :-well, God's a good man; an two men ride of bave you profess'd apprehension ?
a horse, one must ride behind.-An honest soul, i'faith, Marg. Ever since you left it. Doth not my wit sir : by my troth he is, as ever broke bread; but, God become me rarely ?
is to be worshipped : all men are not alike ; alas, good Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in neighbour ! Tour cap.- By my troth, I am sick.
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you. Marg. Get you some of this distilled carduus bene- Dogb. Gifts, that God gives. cictus, and lay it to your heart: it is the only thing Leon. I must leave you. for a qualm.
Dogb. One word, sir. Our watch, sir, have, indeed, Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thistle. comprehended two auspicious persons, and we would
Beat. Benedictus ! why benedictus? you have some have them this morning examined before your worship. moral in this benedictus.
Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it Marg. Moral ? no, by my troth, I have no moral me: I am now in great haste, as it may appear unto meaning; I meant plain holy-thistle. You may think, you. perehance, that I think you are in love : nay, by'r lady, Dogb. It shall be suffigance. I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list Leon. Drink some wine ere you go.
well. not to think what I can ; nor, indeed, I cannot think,
Enter a Messenger. if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be daughter to her husband. in love. Yet Benedick was such another, and now is Leon. I'll wait upon them: I am ready. be become a man: he swore he would never marry; and
[Exeunt Leonato and Messenger.