company your brother, the bastard, is fled from Record it with your high and worthy deeds; Messina: you have, among your killed a sweet and 'T was bravely done, if you bethink you of it. innocent lady: For my lord Lack-beard there, he Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, and I shall meet; and till then peace be with him. Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourself; [Exit Benedick. Impose me to what penance your invention D. Pedro. He is in earnest. Can lay upon my sin; yet sinn'd I not, Claud. In most profound earnest; and I'll war- But in mistaking. rant you for the love of Beatrice. D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he D. Pedro. But, soft you, let me be; pluck up, my Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame you, D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men bound! Borachio one! Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! done? D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, Bora. Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; se-To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming; condarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified un- Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, just things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Hir'd to it by your brother. D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I ask thee what 's their offence; sixth and lastly, why they are committed; and, to conclude, what you lay to their charge? Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division: and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that you are thus bound to your answer? this learned constable is too cunning to be understood: What's your offence? Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes: what your wisdoms could not discover these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me confessing to this man, how Don John your brother incensed me to slander the lady Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgraced her, when you should marry her: my villainy they have upon record; which I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my master's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a [your blood? D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he uttered it. D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it. D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treaAnd fled he is upon this villainy. [chery: Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first. villain. Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs; by this Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton. Mine innocent child? Bora. Yea, even I alone. A third is fled, that had a hand in it: I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; I [Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden. Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not. Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice; I give thee the bucklers. [own. Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids. Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think, hath legs. [Exit Margaret. Bene. And therefore will come. The god of love, That sits above, And knows me, and knows me, How pitiful I deserve,- [Singing. I mean. in singing; but in loving.-Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pan-1 ders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpetmongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self, in love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to 'lady' but baby,' an innocenti rhyme; for 'scorn,' horn,' a hard rhyme: for 'school,' 'fool,' a babbling rhyme; very ominous endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms. Enter Beatrice. Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Bene. O, stay but till then! Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :-and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. [thee. Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed. Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? Beat. For them all together; which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates. Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Beat. It appears not in this confession; there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself. Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bells ring, and the widow weeps. Beat. And how long is that, think you? Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself: So much for praising myself, (who, I myself will bear witness, is praiseworthy,) and now tell me, How doth your Beat. Very ill. cousin? Bene. And how do you? Beat. Very ill too. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Enter Ursula. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yonder 's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath been falsely accused; the prince and Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fed and gone: will you come presently? Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior? The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several [weeds; way. D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Ursula, Friar, and Hero. Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Upon the error that you heard debated: Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them Friar. Enter Don Pedro and Claudio with Attendants. D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Claudio; We here attend you. Are you yet determin'd To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready. [Exit Antonio. D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's That you have such a February face, [the matter, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Claud. I think he thinks upon the savage bull:Tush, fear not, man, we 'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; As once Europa did at lusty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love. Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked. Claud. For this I owe you: here come other Which is the lady I must seize upon? [reckonings. Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Claud. Why, then she 's mine: Sweet, let me see your face. [hand Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife: [Unmasking. And when you lov'd, you were my other husband. Claud. Another Hero? Hero. Nothing certainer; Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice? Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. [me? Bene. 'T is no such matter:-Then you do not love Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon 't, that he loves For here 's a paper, written in his hand, [her; A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashion'd to Beatrice. Hero. And here 's another,. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. Bene. A miracle; here's our own hands against our hearts -Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity. Beat. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. [Kissing her. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married man? Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witcrackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this my conclusion.-For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends :-let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels. Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play music.Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife: there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina. Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, pipers. [Dance. Exeunt. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. FERDINAND, King of Navarre. BIRON, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BOYET, MERCADE, Lords,attending on the King. Lords, attending on PERSONS REPRESENTED. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a| PRINCESS OF FRANCE. Sir NATHANIEL, a curate. the Princess of COSTARD, a clown. France. ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, Ladies, attending on the Princess. JAQUENETTA, a country wench. Officers and others, Attendants on the King and Princess. The endeavour of this present breath may buy Our court shall be a little Academe, Biron. I can but say their protestation over, not know. Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? King. Ay, that is study's godlike recompense. When I to feast expressly am forbid; To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile : That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks; Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the Dum. In reason nothing. Fit in his place and time. Something then in rhyme. Before the birds have any cause to sing? Why should I join in an abortive birth? Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; So you, to study now it is too late, Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. And, though I have for barbarism spoke more, And bide the penance of each three years' day, Biron. [Reads.] Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court shall possibly devise. This article, my liege, yourself must break; For, well you know, here comes in embassy A maid of grace, and complete majesty,- To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father: [forgot. Or vainly comes the admired princess hither. I am forsworn on mere necessity.- [Subscribes. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, A man of complements, whom right and wrong For interim to our studies, shall relate, Enter Dull, with a letter, and Costard. Long. A high hope for a low heaven: God grant Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? Dull. Me, an 't shall please you; I am Antony "For Jaquenetta, (so is the weaker vessel called, Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness. Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner. Biron. In what manner? Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all those three: I was seen with her in the manor-house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken following her into the park; which, put together, is in manner and form following. Now, sir, for the manner, it is the manner of a man to speak to a woman for the form,-in some form. Biron. For the following, sir? Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; And God King. Will you hear this letter with attention? Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh. King. [Reads.] "Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole Cost. Not a word of Costard yet. "So it is, Biron. This is not so well as I looked for, but the best that ever I heard. King. Ay, the best for the worst. But, sirral, what say you to this? Cost. Sir, I confess the wench. King. Did you hear the proclamation? King. It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken with a wench. Cost. I was taken with none, sir; I was taken with a damosel. King. Well, it was proclaimed damosel. King. This maid will not serve your turn, sir. Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in And go we, lords, to put in practice, that King. Peace! Cost.-be to me, and every man that dares not [fight! Cost, of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. "So it is, besieged with sable-coloured melancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing humour to the most wholesome physic of thy health-giving air: and, as I am a gentleman, betook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when: Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon: it is ycleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-coloured ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: But to the place where,-It standeth north-north-east and by east from the west corner of thy curious-knotted garden. There did I see that low-spirited swain, that base minnow of thy mirth, I Which each to other hath so strongly sworn. [Exeunt King, Longaville, and Dumain. Biron. I'll lay my head to any good man's hat, These oaths and lords will prove an idle scorn.Sirrah, come on. Cost. I suffer for the truth, sir: for true it is, I was SCENE II.-Another part of the same. Enter Armado and Moth. Moth. No, no; O lord, sir, no. Arm. How canst thou part sadness and melan H |