But manhood is melted into courtesies ļ, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it:-I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice: By this hand I love thee. Beat. Use it for

my
love some other

way

than swearing by it.

Bene. Think you in your soul the count Claudio hath wronged Hero?

Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul.

Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you : By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: As hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin : I must say, she is dead; and so, farewell.

[Exeunt.

you

SCENE II.

A Prison.
Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns ;

and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO.
Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ?
Verg. 0, a stool and cushion for the sexton!
Sexton. Which be the malefactors ?
Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Verg. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibition to examine.

be examined ? let them come before master constable.

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name, friend?

Bora. Borachio.

Dogb. Pray write down- Borachio. Yours, sirrah?

Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.

Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. - Masters, do you serve God ? Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

Dogb. Write down that they hope they serve God: - and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains ! - Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves ?

Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.

Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you;. but I will go about with him.

hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir ; I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves.

Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Dogb. Well, stand aside. -- 'Fore God, they are both in a tale: Have you writ down that they are none?

Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to examine; you must call forth the watch that are their accusers.

Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way: Let the watch come forth : Masters, I charge you, in the prince's name, accuse these men.

1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince's brother, was a villain.

Dogb. Write down — prince John a villain :

Come you

C

Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother - villain.

Bora. Master constable,

Dogb. Pray thee fellow, peace; I do not like thy look, I promise thee. Sexton. What heard

you
him
say

else? 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Hero wrongfully.

Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed.
Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.
Sexton. What else, fellow ?

1 Watch. And that count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her.

Dogb. O villain ! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this.

Sexton. What else ? 2 Watch. This is all.

Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away ; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of this, suddenly died. — Master constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go

before, and show him their examination. (Exit.

Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.
Verg. Let them be in band 3.
Con. Off, coxcomb !

Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let him write down the prince's officer, coxcomb. — Come, bind them : - Thou naughty varlet !

Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost

thou not suspect my years ? - O that he were here to write me down — an ass ! - but, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass: — No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, a householder: and, which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina ; and one that knows the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him: Bring him away. O that I had been writ down

(Exeunt.

an ass.

ACT V.

SCENE I. - Before LEONATO's House.

Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself ; And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Against yourself. Leon. I

thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve: give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience;, Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every strain for strain; As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:

If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
Cry sorrow, wag ! and hem, when he should

groan;
Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk
With candle wasters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no such man: For, brother, men
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ach with air, and agony with words :
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel :
My griefs cry louder than advertisement 4.
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing

differ. Leon. I pray thee, peace;

I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; However they have writ the style of gods, And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

Leon. There thou speak’st reason: nay, I will My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ; And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince, And all of them, that thus dishonour her.