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But you are more intemperate in your blood Death is the fairest cover for ber sbame,
That may be wish'd for.
cousin Hero! Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so Friar. Have comfort, lady. wide?
Dost thou look up? Leon. Sweet prince, why speak not you?
Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not? D. Pedro.
W liat sbould I speak ? Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about
tbing To link my dear friend to a common stale.
Cry slame upon her ? Could she here deny Leon. Are these things spoken ? or do I but The story that is printed in her blood ?-dream ?
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes : D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things for did I think thou would'st not quickly die, are true.
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.
True, O God! Myself would, on the rearward of reproacbes, Claud. Leonato, sland I here?
Strike at thy life. Grier'd I, I had but one ? Is this the prince ? Is this the prince's brother? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame ? is this face Hero's ? Are our eyes our own? 0, one too much hy thee! Why had l one ?
Leon. All this is so ; But what of this, my lord? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? Claud. Let me but move one question to your Why had I not with charitable hard, daughter;
Took up a beggar's issue my gates; And, by that fatherly and kindly power
Who smirched thus, and mired with infamy, That you have in her, bid her answer truly. I might have said, No part of it is mine,
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child. This shame derives itself from unknown loins ?
Hero. O God, defend ine! how am I beset !- But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I prais'd, What kind of catechising call you this?
And mine that I was proud on; mine so much, Claud. To make you answer truly to your name. That I myself was to myself not mine,
Leon. Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name Valuing of her; why, she—0, she is fallen With any just reproach ?
Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea Claud.
Marry, that can Hero; Hath drops too few to wasb her clean again ; Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue.
And salt too little, which may season give
Sir, sir, be patient : Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.
For my part I'm so attir'd in wouder, Hero. Í talk'd with no mau at that bour, my I know not what to say. lord.
Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied ! D. Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden. - Bene. Lady, were you ber bedfellow last night? Leonato,
Beat. No, truly not; although, until last night I am sorry you must hear; Upon mine honour, I bave this twelvemonth been her bed fellow, Myself, my brother, and this grieved count,
Leon. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night,
made, Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window ; Which was before barr'd up with ribs of iron ? Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal villain, Would the two princes lie ? and Claudio lie? Confess'd the vile encounters they bave had Who lov'd her so, that, speaking of her foulness, A thousand times in secret.
Wazb'd it with tears ? Hence from her; let her D. John. Fy, fy! they are
die. Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoke of; Friar. Hear me a little ; There is not chastity enough in language,
For I bave only been silent so long, Without offence, to utter them : Thus, pretty lady, And given way unto this course of fortune, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.
By noting of the lady; I bave mark'd Claud. O Heró! wbat a Hero hadst thou been, A thousand blushing apparitions start If half thy outward graces had been placed Into her face; a thousand innocent shames About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! In angel wbiteness bear away those blushes; But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair ! farewell, And in her eye there bath appear'd a fire, Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
To burn the errors that these princes hold For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, Against her maiden truth :-Call me a fool; And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang,
Trust not my reading, nor my observations, To turn all beauty into thouglits of harm,
Which with experimental seal dotla warraut And never shall it more be gracious.
The tenour of my book; trust not my age, Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
[Hero swoons. If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink Under some biting error.
Friar, it cann t be. D. John. Come, let us go : these tbings, come Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath leit, thus to light,
Is, that she will not add to her damnation Smother her spirits up.
A sio of perjury; sbe not denies it : (Ereunt Don Pedro, Don John, and CH AUDIO. Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse Rene. How doth the lady?
That which appears in proper nakedness ? Bent.
Dead, I think ;-help, uncle ;- Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle !-Signior Benedick ! Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know
--friar! Lem. O fate, take not away thy beavy band ! ii l know more of any man alire,
Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Is very much unto the prince and Claudio,
Should with your body.
Being that I flow in grief Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
The smallest twine may lead me. Friar. There is some strange misprision in the Friar. "Tis well consented; presently away ; princes.
For to strange sores strangely they strain the Bene. Two of them bave the very bent of honour; And if their wisdoms be misled in this,
Come, lady, die to live : this wedding day, The practice of it lives in John the bastard,
Perhaps, is but prolong'd; bave patience, and Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.
endure. Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of ber,
[Ereunt Friar, Hero, and Leonato These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her ho- Bene. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this nour,
while ? The proudest of them shall well hear of it.
Beat. Yea, and I will weep awhile longer. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Bene. I will not desire that. Nor age so eat up my invention,
Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Nur fortune made such havoc of my means,
Bene. Surely, 1 do believe your fair cousin is Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
wrong'd. But they sball find, awak'd in such a kind,
Beat. Ah, bow much might the man deserve of Both strength of limb, and policy of mind, me that would right her! Ability in means, and choice of friends,
Bene. Is there any way to show such friend. To quit me of them througbly.
Pause a wbile, Beat. A very even way, but no such friend. And let my counsel sway you in this case.
Bene. May a man do it?
Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as And publish it that she is dead indeed :
you; Is not that strange? Maintain a mourning ostentation;
Beat. As strange as the thing I know not : It And on your family's old monument
were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites
well as you : but believe me not; and yet I lie nut. That appertaio unto a burial.
I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing :- I am Leon. What shall become of this? What will sorry for my cousin. this do?
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her Beat. Do not swear by it, and eat it. behalf
Bene. I will swear by it, that you love me; and Change slander to remorse ; that is some good : I will make him eat it, that says, I love not you. But not for tbat, dream I on this strange course, Beat. Will you not eat your word? But on this travail look for greater birth.
Bene. With no sauce that can be devised to it She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,
I protest, I love thee. Upon the instant that she was accus'd,
Beat. Why then, God forgive me ! Shall be lamented, pitied, and excus'd,
Bene. What offence, sweet Beatrice ? Of every bearer: For it so falls out,
Beat. You have staid me in a bappy hour; I was That what we have we prize not to the worth, about to protest I loved you. Wbiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Bene. And do it with all thy heart. Wby, then we rack the value, then we find
Beat. I love you with so much of my beart, that The virtue, that possession would not show us none is left to protest. Whiles it was ours: So will it fare with Claudio : Bene. Come, bid me do anything for thee. When be shall hear she died upon his words,
Beat. Kill Claudio. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Bene. Ha ! not for the wide world. Into his study of imagination;
Beat. You kill me to deny it: Farewell. And every lovely organ of her life
Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice. Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Beat. I am gone, though I am here; – There is More moving-delicate, and full of life,
no love in you :-Nay, I pray you, let me go. Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Bene. Beatrice, Than when she liv'd indeed :-tben sball he mourn Beat. In faith, I will go. (If ever love had interest in his liver),
Bene. We'll be friends first. And wish he had not so accused her;
Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than No, though he thought his accusation true. fight with mine enemy: Let this be so, and doubt not but success
Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy? Will fasbion the event in better shape
Beat. Is he not approved in the height a vil. Than I can lay it down in likelihood.
lain, that hath slandered, scorned, disbonoured my But if all aim but this be levell'd false,
kinswoman?--0, that I were a man! -What'! The supposition of the lady's death
bear her in hand until they come to take hands; Will quench the wonder of her infamy :
and then with public accusation, uncovered slan. And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her der, unmitigated rancour,-0 God, that I were a (As best befits ber wounded reputation)
man! I would eat bis heart in the market-place. In some reclusive and religious life,
Bene. Hear me, Beatrice ;-
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you :
Beat. Sweet Hero!-she is wrong-d, she is slan- Dogb. Wri e down-Prince John a villain : dered, she is undone.
Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brotherBene. Beat
villain. Beat. Princes, and counties ! Surely, a princely Bora. Master constable,testimony, a goodly count confect; a sweet gallant, Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that thy look, I promise thee. I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But Sexton. What heard you bim say else? manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into 2 Wutch. Marry, that he had received a thousand compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, ducats of Don John, for accusing the Lady Hero and trim ones too : he is now as valiant as Her- wrongfully. cules, that only tells a lie, and swears it :- I can. Dogb. Flat burglary as ever was committed. not be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is. woman with grieving.
Sexton. What else, fellow ? Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice : By this hand, I 1 Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, love thee.
upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole Beat. Use it for my love some other way than assembly, and not marry her. swearing by it.
Dogb. O villain! thou wilt be condemned into Bene. Think you in your soul the Count Claudio everlasting redemption for this. hath wronged Hero?
Sexton. What else? Beat. Yea, as sure as I have a thought, or a soul. 2 Watch. This is all.
Bene. Enough, I am engaged, I will challenge Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can him; I will kiss your hand, and so leave you: By deny. Prince Johu is this morning secretly stolen this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account: away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort very manner refused, and upon the grief of this, your cousin : I must say, she is dead; and so, sudi'enly died.-- Master constable, let these men farewell.
[Ereunt. be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go be
fore, and sbow him their examination. [Exit. SCENE II.-A Prison.
Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned. Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns;
Verg. Let them be in band.
Con. Off, coxcomb ! and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACH10.
Dogb. God's my life! where's the sexton ? let Dogb. Is our whole dissembly appeared ? him write down-the prince's officer, coxcomb.Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! Come, bind them :- Thou naughty rarlet ! Serton. Which be the malefactors?
Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.
Dogb. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost Verg. Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition thou not suspect my years ? -0 that he were here to examine.
to write me down-an ass! but, masters, rememSexton. But which are the offenders that are to be ber, that I am an ass; though it be not written examined ? let them come before master constable. down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thon
Dogh. Yea, marry, let them come before me.- villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved What is your name, friend?
upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; Bora. Borachio.
and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, Dogb. Pray write down-Borachio.- -Yours, a housebolder; and, which is more, as pretty a piece sirrah?
of flesh as any is in Messina; and one that knows Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is the law, go to; and a rich fellow enough, go to; Conrade.
and a fellow that hath bad losses, and one that Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Conrade. bath two gowns, and everything handsome about -Masters, do you serve God?
him :- Bring him away. O, that I had been writ Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we bope.
down-an ass !
(Eseunt 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?
ACT V. Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; SCENE 1.—Before Leonato's House. but I will go about with him.-Come you bither, sirrah ; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is
Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO. thought you are talse knaves.
Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; Bora. Sir, I say to you we are none.
And 'tis not wisdom, thus to second grief Dogb. Well, stand aside. - Fore God, they are Against yourself. both in a tale : Have you writ down-that they are Leon.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel none ?
Which falls into mine ears as profitless Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to As water in a sieve : give not me counsel ; examine ; you must call forth the watch that are Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, their accusers.
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Dogb. Yea: marry, that's the estest way :- --Let Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, the watch come forib :—Masters, I charge you, in whose joy of ber is overwbelm'd like mine, the prince's name, accuse these men.
And bid him speak of patience; 1 Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, the Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, priuice's brother, was a villain.
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, And she lies buried with her ancestors :
Thine, Claudio; thine, I say. Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
My lord, my lord And I of him will gather patience.
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; But there is no such man : For, brother, men Despite his nice fence, and bis active practice, Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. Wbich they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Leon. Can'st thou so daff me? Thou bast kill'd Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
my child; Feiter strong madness in a silken thread, If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Charm ach with air, and agony with words :
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed; No, no ; 'tis all men's office to speak patience But that's no matter ; let him kill one first; To those that wring under the load of sorrow; Win me and wear me, let him answer me,But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
Come follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me : To be so moral, when he shall endure
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
Leon. Brother,Ant. Therein do men from children nothing Ant. Content yourself : God knows, I lov'd my differ.
niece ; Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and and she is dead, slander'd to death by villains ; blood;
That dare as well answer a man, indeed, For there was never yet philosopher,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue : That could endure the tooth-ach patiently ; Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!However they have writ the style of gods,
Brother Antony,– And made a pish at chance and sufferunce.
Ant. Hold you content: What, man! I know Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself ;
them, yea, Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Leon. There thou speak'st reason : nay, I will do Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys,
That lie, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ;
Go auticly, and show outward bideousness,
And tbis is all.
Leon. But, brother Antony,
Come, 'tis no matter; D. Pedro. Good den, good den.
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Claud.
Good day to both of you. D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake Leon. Hear you, my lords,
your patience. D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; Leon. Some laste, my lord !-well, fare you But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing . well, my lord :
But what was true, and very full of prouf. Are you so basty now ?-well, all is one.
Leon. My lord, my lord, D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old D. Pedro.
I will not hear you. Leon.
No? Ant. If he could right bimself with quarrelling, Brother, away :- I will be beard ;Some of us would lie low.
And shall, Claud.
Who wrongs bim? Or some of us will smart for it. Leon.
[Ereunt LEONATO and ANTONIO. Thou, thou dost wrong mo; thou dissembler,
Enter BENEDICK. thou:Nav, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we I fear thee not.
went to seek. Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
Claud. Now, signior! what news? Jf it should give your age such cause of fear : Bene. Good day, my lord. In 'aith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at come to part almost a fray.
Claud. We bad like to have had our two noses I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool;
snapped off with two old men without teeth. As, under privilege of age, to brag
D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st Wbat I have done being young, or what would do, thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should have Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head, been two young for them. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ;
I came to seek you both. And, with grey bairs, and bruise of many days, Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee Do challenge thee to trial of a man.
for we are bigh proof melancholy, and would fair I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; have it beaten away : Wilt thou use thy wit? Tby slander bath gone through and through her Bene. It is in my scabbard ; Shall I draw it? heart,
D. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by iby side ?
Claud. Never any did so, thoughı very many have D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he been beside their wit.--I will bid thee draw, as we goes in bis doublet and bose, and leaves off Lis do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
wit! D. Pedro. As l'am an honest man, he looks pale : Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with -Art thou sick, or angry? Claud. Wbai! courage, man! What though care
CONRADE and Borach10. killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is
an ape a doctor to such a man. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be ; pluck up, my you charge it against me :-I pray you, choose beart, and be sad! Did he not say, my brother was another subject.
fied ? Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame last was broke cross.
you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her baD. Pedro. By this light, be changes more and lance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once more; I think, he be angry iudeed.
you must be looked to. Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? bound ! Boracbio, one! Claud. God bless me from a challenge !
Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! Bene. You are a villain ; -I jest not, I will D. Pedro, Officers, what offence bave these men make it good how you dare, with what you dare, done ? and when you dare :- Do me right, or I will pro- Dogb. Marry, sir, they bave committed false retest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet lady, port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; seand her death shall fall heavy on you : Let me bear condarily, they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they
have belied a lady ; thirdly, they bave verified un. Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have just things : ond, to conclude, they are lying klaves. good cheer.
D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what thcy have done ; D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast?
thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth anu Claud. l'faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a lastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude, calf's head and a capon, the which if I do not carve what you lay to their charge? most curiously, say my knife's naught.—Shall I Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own divi. not find a woodcock too!
sion; and, by my troth, there's one meaning weli Bene. Sir, your wit ainbles well; it goes easily suited.
D. Pedro, I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that wit the other day : I said, thou hadst a fine wit; you are thus bound to your answer ? this learned True, says she, a fine litt'e 'meNo, said I, a great constable is too cunning to be understood · What's wit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said I, your offence ? a good wit ; Just, said she, it hurts nobody: Nay, Bura. Sweet prince, let me go no further to said I, the gentleman is wise ; Certain, said she, a mine answer ; do you hear me, and let this count wise gentleman : Nay, said I, he hath the tongues; kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes : what That I believe, said she, for he swore a thing to me on your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morn-fools have brought to light; who, in the night, ing; there's a double tongue; there's two tongues. overbeard me confessing to this man, bow Don Thus did she, an hour together, transshape thy par- John your brother incensed me to slander the Lady ticular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, and sigb, thou wast the properest man in Italy. saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments ; how
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, you disgraced her, when you should marry her ; she cared not.
my villany they have upon record ; which I bad D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all rather seal with my death, than repeat o'er to my that, an if she did not bate him deadly, she would shame : the lady is dead upun mine and my maslove bim dearly : the old man's daughter told us ter's false accusation ; and, briefly, I desire noall.
thing but the reward of a villain. Claud. All, all ; and moreover, God saw him when D. Pedro. Runs not this speech liko iron through he was hid in the garden.
your blood ? D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's Claud. I have drunk poison wbiles he uttered it. horns on the sensible Benedick's head?
D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice Benedick the murried man?
of it. Bene. Fare you wel!, boy! you know my mind ; D. Pedro. He is compos’d and fram'd of tresI will leave you now to your gossip-like bumour: chery :you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, And fled he is upon this villany. God be thanked, hurt not.—My lord, for your Claud. Sweet Hero! now Iby image doth appear many courtesies I thank you: I'must discontinue In the rare semblance that I loved it first. your company : your brother, the bastard, is fled
Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by this from Messina : you have, among you, killed a sweet time our sexton hath reformed Signior Leonato of and innocent lady: For my Lord Lack.beard, there, the matter: And masters, do not forget to specify be and I shall meet; and till then, peace be with when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass.
[Exit BENEDICK. Verg. Here, here comes master Sigoior Leonato D. Pedro. He is in earnest.
and the sexton too. Claud. In most profound earnest; and I'll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.
Re-enter LEONATO and Anton10, with the Sexton. D. Pedro. And hath challenged tbee?
Leon. Which is the villain ? J.et me see his Claud. Most sincerely.