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Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio hastily. D. Pedro. Good den, good den. Claud.
Good day to both of you. Leon. Hear you, my lords, D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. Leon. Some haste, my lord! — well, fare you
well, my lord; Are you so hasty now? — well, all is one.
D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Some of us would lie low. Claud.
Who wrongs him ? Leon.
Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me ; thou dissembler,
Marry, beshrew my hand
Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;
And she lies buried with her ancestors;
Claud. My villainy!
Thine, Claudio; thine I say.
; D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. Leon.
My lord, my lord, I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, 5 His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : But that's no matter; let him kill one first ;Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me: Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining 6 fence; Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
Brother Antony,Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, Go antickly, and show outward hideousness,
5 Skill in fencing
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
Leon. But, brother Antony,
Come, 'tis no matter;
Leon. My lord, my lord, –
I will not hear you. Leon.
No? Brother, away: I will be heard ;Ant.
And shall, Or some of us will smart for it.
[Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO.
Claud. Now, signior ! what news!
D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost come to part almost a fray.
Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth.
D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother : What think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.
Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came to seek
both. Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ?
Bene. It is in my scabbard; Shall I draw it?
Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. - I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale:- Art thou sick, or angry?
Claud. What! courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an you charge it against me: - I pray you, choose another subject.
Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last was broke cross.
D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more; I think, he be
Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear?
Bene. You are a villain; - I jest not: I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you
dare: - Do me right, or I will pro-
have good cheer.
D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
Claud. I'faith, I thank him; he hath bid 8 me to a calf's-head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's naught.
Shall I not find a woodcock too?
7 To give a challenge.
Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit; True, says she, a fine little one: No, said I, a great wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said I, a good wit ; Just
, said she, it hurts nobody: Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman: Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he foreswore on Tuesday morning ; there's a double" tongue ; there's two tongues. Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy.
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, she cared not.
D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man's daughter told us all.
Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.
D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ?
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Benedick the married man? Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know
my I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour : you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not. — My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your company: your brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina : you have, among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: For my lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall 'meet; and till then, peace be with him.