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We'll fit the kid fox with a penny-worth.

Claud. 'Faith, like enough.
Enter BALTHAZAR, with music,

Leon. O God! counterfeit! There never was coun-
D.Pedro. Come,Balthazar, we'll hear that song again. terfeit of passion came so near the life of passion, as
Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice she discovers it.
To slander music any more than once.

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she?
D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency, Claud, Bait the hook well; this fish will bite.[Aside.
To put a strange face on his own perfection. -- Leon. What effects, my lord ? She will sit you, -
I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more!

You heard my daughter tell you how.
Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing; Claud. She did, indeed.
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: I
To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes ; would have thought her spirit had been invincible
Yet will he swear, he loves.

against all assaults of affection. D. Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come:

Leon. I would have sworn, it had, my lord; especially Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

against Benedick. Doit in notes !

Bene. Aside.] I should think this a gull, but that Balth. Note this before my notes,

the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, There's not a note of mine, that's worth the noting. sure, hide itself in such reverence. D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets, that he Claud.He hath ta’en the infection; hold it up.[ Aside. speaks ;

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known to
Note, notes, forsooth, and noting ! (Music. Benedick?

Bene. Now, Divine air! nowis his soul ravished! Leon. No; and swears she never will: that's her
Is it not strange, that sheeps' guts should hale souls torment.
out of men's bodies? Well, a horn for my money, Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says:
when all's done.

Shall I, says she, trat have so oft encountered him

with scorn, write to him, that I love him? BALTHAZAR sings.

Leon. This says she now, when she is beginning to 1.

write to him : for she'll be up twenty times a night; and Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

there will she sit in her smock, till she have writ a Men were deceivers ever;

sheet of paper :-my daughter tells us all. One foot in sea, and one on shore;

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so,

a pretty jest your daughter told us of.

Leon. 0 !--When she had writ it, and was reading it
But let them go,

over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the
And be you blith and bonny ;

Claud. That.

sheet? Converting all your sounds of woe

Leon. O! she tore the letter into a thousand half-
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immo

dest to write to one that she knew would flout her:1 Sing no more ditties, sing no mo

measure him, says she, by my own spirit: for I should
of dumps so dull and heavy;

fout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love hili,
frauds of men were ever so,

I should.
Since summer first was leavy.

Claud. Then down apon her knees she falls, weeps,
Then sigh not so, etc,

sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, carses :

O sweet Benedick! God give me patience! D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song!

Leon, She doth indeed; my daughter says so: aud Balth. And an ill singer, my lord.

the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that my D.Pedro.Ha? no; no, faith ; thou singest well enough daughter is sometime afraid, she will do a desperate for a shift.

ontrage to herself; it is very true. Bene. [Aside.) An he had been a dog, that should D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it by have howled thus, they would have hanged him: and, some other, if she will not discover it. I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief! I had as Claud. To what end? He would but make a sport of lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague it, and torment the poor lady worse. could have come afterit.

D. Pedro. An heshould, it were an alms to hang him. D. Pedro. Yea, marry. (To Claudio.] – Dost thou She's an excellent sweet lady; and, out of all suspihear, Balthazar? I pray thee, get us some excellent cion, she is virtuous. music; for to-morrow night we would have it at the Claud. And she is exceeding wise. lady Hero's chamber-window.

D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. Balth. The best scan, mylord.

Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating in D. Pedro. Do so: farewell! [Exeunt Balthazar and so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood music.) Come hither, Leonato! What was it you hath the victory. I am sorry for her, as I have just told me ofto-day? that your niece Beatrice was in love cause, being her uncle and her guardian. with signior Benedick?

D. Pedro. I would she had bestowed this dotage on Claud, o, ay !-- Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl sits. me; I would have dail'd all other respects, and made [ Aside to Pedro.] I did never think that lady would her half myself: I pray you, tell Benedick of it, and have loved any man.

hear what he will say: Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, that Leon. Were it good, think you? she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom she hath Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die: for she says, iu all outward behaviours seemed ever to abhor. she will die, if he love her not; and she will die, ere Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner?

she makes her love known; and she will die, if he woo

[Aside. her, rather than she will’bate one breath of her accuLieon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to stomed crossness. thinkofit, but that she loves him with an enraged af- D. Pedro. She doth well : if she should make tender fection,-it is past the infinite of thought.

of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; for the D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit.

man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit.


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Claud. He is a very proper man.

Bene. Ha! Against my will I am sent to bid you D. Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happi- come to dinner—there's a double meaning in that. I

took no more pains for those thanks, than you took Claud. Fore God, and in my mind, very wise. pains to thank me—that's as much as to say, Any pains D. Pedro.He doth, indeed, show some sparks that are that I take for you, is as easy as thanks. - If I do not Leon. And I take him to be valiant. like wit. take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I D. Pedro, As Hector, I assure you: and in the ma- am a Jew: I will go get her picture.

naging of quarrels you may see he is wise; for either
he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes
them with a most christian-like fear.

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep

SCENE I.-- Leonato's garden.
peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into a Enter Hero, MARGARET, and URSULA.
quarrel with fear and trembling.

Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour ;
D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth fear There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
God, howsoever it seems not in him, by some large jests Proposing with the Prince and Claudio:
he will make. Well, I am sorry for your niece. Shall Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula
we go see Benedick, and tell him of her love? Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse

Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it out Is all of her; say, that thou overheard'st us;
with good counsel.

And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Leon. Nay, that's impossible; she may wear her Where honey-sackles, ripen’d by the sun,
heart out first.

Forbid the sun to enter;- like favourites,
D.Pedro. Well,we'll hear further of it by your daugh- Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
ter;let it cool the while. I loveBenedick well;and I could Against that power that bred it:—there will she hide
wish, he would modestly examine himself, to see how To listen our propose. This is thy office; her,
much he is unworthy so good a lady.

Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone!
Leon. My lord, will you walk? dinner is ready. Marg. I'll make her come, I warrant you, presently.
Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never

[Exit. trust my expectation.

[ Aside. Hero. Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her; As we do trace this alley up and down,
and that must your daughter and her gentlewoman Our talk must only be of Benedick.
carry. The sport will be, when they hold one an opi- When I do name him, let it be thy part
nion of another's dotage, and no such matter; that's To praise him more than ever man did merit:
the scene that I would see, which will be merely a My talk to thee must be, how Benedick
dumb show. Letos send her to call him in to dinner. Is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter

Aside. Is little Capid's crafty arrow made,
(Exeunt Don Pedro, Claudio, and Leonato. That only wounds by hearsay. Now begin ;
BENEDICK advances from the arbour.

Enter Beatrice, behind.
Bene. This can be no trick: the conference was for look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs
sadly borne.—They have the truth of this from Hero. Close by the ground, to hear our conference.
They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections Urs. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
have their full bent. Love me! why, it must be re-Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
quited. I hear how I am censured: they say, I will bear and greedily devour the treacherous bait:
myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; So angle we for Beatrice; who even now
they say too, that she will rather die, than give any Is couched in the woodbine coverture:
sign of affection. - I did never think to marry :- I must Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
not seem proud. -Happy are they, that hear their de Hero. Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing
tractions, and can put them to mending! They say, of the false sweet bait, that we lay for it.—
the lady is fair; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness :

[They advance to the bower.
and virtuous ;-'tis so, I cannot reprove it: and wise, No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful;
but for loving me. -By my troth, it is no addition to I know, her spirits are as coy and wild,
her wit;,nor no great argument of her folly, for I will As haggards of the rock.
be horribly in love with her.— I may chance have some Urs. But are you sure,
odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
I have railed so long against marriage.—But doth not Hero. So says the prince, and my new-trothed lord.
the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, Urs. And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips, and Hero. They did intreat me to acquaint her of it;
sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe But I porsuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
a man from the career of his humour? No : the world To wish him wrestle with affection,
must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, And never to let Beatrice know of it.
I did not think I should live, till I were married.—Here Urs. Why did you so ? Doth not the gentleman
comes Beatrice. By this day, she's a fair lady! I do Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed,
spy some marks of love in her.

As ever Beatrice shall couch upon ?

Hero. O God of love! I know, he doth deserve
Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come in As much as may be yielded to a man:
to dinner.

But nature never fram'd a woman's heart
Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. Of pronder stuff than that of Beatrice.
Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful, 1 Misprising what they look on; and her wit
would not have come.

Values itself so highly, that to her
Bene. You take pleasure in the message ?

All matter else seems weak: she cannot love,
Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a Nortake no shape, nor project of affection,
knife's point, and choke a daw withal. —You have no She is so self-end eared.
stomach, signior; fare you well.

(Exit.] Urs. Sure, I think so;

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And therefore, certainly, it were not good,

with Benedick for his company; for, from the crown She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.

of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he
Hero, Why, you speak truth: I never yet saw man, hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the
How wise, how noble, young, how rarely featur'd, little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a heart
But she would spell him backward: if fair-fac'd, as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for
She'd swear, the gentleman should be her sister; what his heart thiuks, his tongue speaks.
If black, why nature, drawing of an antic,

Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Made a foul blot; if tall, a lance ill-headed :

Leon. So sayli methinks, you are sadder.
If low, an agate very vilely cut:

Claud. I hope, he be in love.
If speaking, why a vane, blown with all winds; D. Pedro. Hang him, truant! there's no true drop
If silent, why a block, moved with none.

of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: if he be So turns she every man the wrong side out

sad, he wants money. And never gives to truth and virtue that,

Bene, I have the tooth-ach.
Which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

D. Pedro. Draw it.
Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. Bene. Hang it!
Hero. No: not to be so odd, and from all fashions, Claud. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards.
As Beatriceis, cannot be commendable:

D. Pedro. What? sigh for the tooth-ach?
But who daretell her so? If I should speak,

Leon. Where is buta humour, or a worm?
She'd muck me into air ; 0, she would laugh me Bene. Well, every one can master a grief, but he that
Out of myself, press me to death with wit.

has it. Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire,

Claud. Yet say I, heis in love. Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly:

D. Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, It were a better death, than die with mocks;

unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises; Which is as bad as die with tickling.

as to be a Dutehmau to-day; a Frenchman to-morrow; Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say ! or in the shape of two countries at once, as, a German Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick,

from the waist downward, all slops; and a Spaniard And counsel him to fight against his passion; from the hip upward, no doublet: unless he have a And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders

fancy to this foolery,as it appears he hath, he is no fool
To stain my cousin with. One doth not know, for fancy, as you would have it appear he is.
How much an ill word may empoison liking.

Claud. If he be not in love with some woman, there
Urs. O, do not do your cousin such a wrong! is no believing old signs: he brushes his hat o'mor-
She cannot be so much without true judgment, nings; what should that bode?
(Having so swift and excellent a wit,

D. Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ?
As she is priz'd to have,) as to refuse

Claud, No, but the barber's man hath been seen with So rare a gentleman, as signior Benedick.

him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath already Hero. He is the only man of Italy,

stused tennis-balls. Always excepted my dear Claudio.

Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did, by the
Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam, loss of a beard.
Speaking my fancy; signior Benedick,

D. Pedro. Nay, herubs himself with civet. Can you
For shape, for heariug, argument and valour, smell him out by that?
Goes foremost in report throngh Italy.

Claud. That's as much as to say, The sweet youth's
Hero. Indeed, he hath an excellent good name. in love.

Urs. His excellence did earn it, ere he had it. D. Pedro. The greatest note of it is melancholy.
When are you married, madam?

Claud, And when was he wont to wash his face?
Jero. Why, every day;--to-morrow! Come, go in; D. Pedro, Yea, or to paint himself? for the which,
I'll show thee some attires ; and have thy counsel, I hear what they say of him.
Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.

Claud. Nay, but his jesting spirit; which is now Urs. She's lim'd, I warrant you; we have caught her, crept into a lutestring, and now governed by stops: madam.

D. Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him;
Hero. Ifit prove so, then loving goes by haps: conclude, conclude, he is in love.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.

(Exeunt Hero and Ursula. D. Pedro. That would I know too; I warrant, one
BEATRICE advances.

that knows him not.
Beat. What fire is in mine ears? can this be true? Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions; and, in despite

Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? of all, dies for him.
Contempt, farewell! and, maiden pride, adieu! D. Pedro. She shall be buried with her face upwards.
No glory lives behind the back of such.

Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach.-Old
And, Benedick, love on, I will requite thee; signior, walk aside with me: I have studied eight or

Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand; nine wise words to speak to you, which these hobbyIf thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee horses must not hear.{Exeunt Benedick and Leonato, To bind our loves up in a holy baud:

D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about For others say, thou dost deserve; and I

Beatrice. Believe it better than reportingly.

(Exit. Claud. 'Tis even so: Hero and Margaret have by this

played their parts with Beatrice; and then the two SCENE II.-A room in Leonato's house. bears will not bite one another, when they meet. Enter Don Pepko, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, and LEONATO.

Enter Don Jonx. D. Pedro. I do but stay, till your marriage be con D. John. My lord and brother, God save you! summate, and then I go toward Arragon.

D. Pedro. Good den, brother! Claud. I'll bring you thither,my lord, it'you'll vouch- D.John.If your leisure served, I would speak with you. safe me.

D. Pedro. In private? D. Pedro. Nay, that would be as great a soil in the D. John. If it please you:- yet count Claudio may new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child his new hear; for what I would speak of, concerns him. coat, and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold' D. Pedro. What's the matter?

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D. John. Means your lordship to be married to comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man morrow?

[ To Claudio. stand, in the prince's name. D. Pedro. You know, he does.

2 Watch, How if he will not stand? D. John. I know not that, when he knows what I Dogb. Why, then take no note of him, but let him know.

go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you, dis- and thank God, you are rid of a knave. cover it.

Verg. If he will not stand, when he is bidden, he is D. John. You may think, I love yon not; let that none of the prince's subjects. appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now Dogh. True, and they are to meddle with none but will manifest. For my brother, I think, he holds you the prince's subjects. —You shall also make no noise well; and in dearness of heart hath holp to eliect your in the streets; for, for the watch to babble and talk, ensning marriage: surely, suit ill-spent, and labour is most tolerable and not to be endured. ill-bestowed !

2 Watch. We will rather sleep, than talk; we know D. Pedro. Why, what's the matter?

what belongs to a watch. D. John. I came hither to tell you; and, circum- Dogb. Why, you speak like an ancient and most stances shortened, (for she hath been too long a talk- quiet watchman; for I cannot see how sleeping should ing of,) the lady is disloyal.

offend: only have a care, that your bills be not stolen! Claud. Who? Hero?

- Well, you are to call at all the ale-houses, and bid D. John. Even she; Leonato's Hero, your Hero, those, that are drunk, get them to bed. every man's Hero.

2 Watch. How if they will not? Claud. Disloyal?

Dogb. Why, then, let them alone, till they are sober; D. John. The word is too good to paint out her wick- if they make you not then the better answer, you may edness; I could say, she were worse; think you of a say, they are not the men you took them for. worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder vot, till 2 Watch. Well, sir. further warrant: go but with me to-night, you shall Dogb. If you meet a thief, you may suspect him, by see her chamber-window entered; even the night be- virtue of your office, to be no true man: and, for such fore her wedding-day: if you love her then, to-mor- kind of men, the less you meddle or make with row wed her; but it would better fit your honour to them, why, the more is for your honesty. change your mind.

2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we not Claud. May this be so?

lay hands on him? D. Pedro. I will not think it.

Dogb. 'Truly, by your office, you may; but, I think, D. John. If you dare not trust that yon see, confess they that touch pitch will be deliled: the most peaceanot that you know: if you will follow me, I will show ble way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him you enough; and when you have seen more, and heard shew himself what he is, and steal out of your commore, proceed accordingly!

pany. Claud: Jf I see any thing to-night why I should not Verg. You have been always called a merciful man, marry her to-morrow, in the congregation, where I partner. should wed, there will I shame her.

Dogb. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will; D. Pedro. And, as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I much more a man, who hath any honesty in him. will join with thce to disgrace her.

Verg. If you hear a child cry in the night, you must D. John. I will disparage her no farther, till you are call to the nurse, and bid her still it. my witnesses : bear it coldly but till midnight, and let 2 Watch. How if the nurse be asleep, and will not the issue show itself.

hear is? D. Pedro. O day untowardly turned !

Dogb. Why then, depart in peace, and let the child Claud. Omischief strangely thwarting!

wake her with crying: for the ewe, that will not hear D. John. Oplague right well prevented!

her lamb, when it baes, will never answer a calf, when
So will you say,when you have seen the sequel.[Exeunt. he bleats.
SCENE III.- A Street.

Verg. 'Tis very true.
Enter DOGBERRY and Verges, with the Watch. Dogb. This is the end of the charge. Yon, constable,
Dogb. Are you good men and true ?

are to present the prince's own person ; if you meet
Verg. Yea, or else it were pity but they should suf- the prince in the night, you may stay him.
fer salvation, body and soul.

Verg. Nay, by'r lady, that, I think, he cannot. Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for Dogb. Five shillings to one on't, with any man that them,if they should have any allegiance in them,being knows the statutes, he may stay him: marry, not withchosen for the prince's watch.

out the prince be willing: for,indeed, the watch ought Verg. Well, give them their charge, neighbour Dog-to offend no man; and it is an offence to stay a man berry

against his will.
Dogb. First, who think you the most desertless man Verg. By'r lady, I think it be so.
to be constable?

Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! Well, masters, good-night: an 1 Watch. Hugh Oatcake, sir, or George Seacoal; there be any matter of weight chances, call up me: for they can write and read.

keep your fellows' counsels and your own, and goodDogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacoal: God hath night.-- Come, neighbour ! blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favoured 2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge: let man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes as go sit here upon the church-bench till two,and then by nature.

all to-bed! 2 Watch. Both which, master constable,

Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours : I pray Dogb. You

have; I knew, it would be your answer. you, watch about signior Leonato's door; for the wedWell

, for your favour, sir, why give God thanks, dirg being there to-morrow, there is a great coil toand make no boast of it;and for your writing and read- night. Adieu, be vigilant, I beseech you. ing, let that appear, when there is no need of sur

(Exeunt Dogberry and Verges. vanity. Yon are thought here to be the most senseless

Enter Borachio and CONRADE.
and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore Bora. What! Conrade, -
bear you the lautern ! This is your charge; you shall Watch. Peace, stir not!

[ Aside.

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Bora. Conrade, I say!

1 Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us obey Con. Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

you to go with us. Bora, Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought, there Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, would a scab follow.

being taken up of these men's bills. Con, I will owe thee an answer for that; and now for Con. A commodity in question, I warrant you. ward with thy tale.

Come, we'll obey you.

(Exeunt. Bora. Stand thee close then under this penthouse, SCENE IV.-Aroom in Leonato's house. for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true drunkard, Enter Hero, MARGARET, and URSULA. utter all to thee.

Hero. Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and Watch. (Aside.] Some treason, masters; yet stand desire her to rise. close !

Urs. I will, lady. Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don John a Hero. And bid her come hither. thousand ducats.

Urs. Well.

[Exit Ursula. Con.Is it possible that any villainy should be so dear? Marg. Troth, I think, your other rabato were better.

Bora. Thou should'st rather ask, if it were possible Hero. No, I pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this.
any villainy should be so rich ; for when rich villains Marg. By my troth, it's not so good; and I warrant,
have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what your cousin will say so.
price they will.

Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another; I'll
Con, I wonder at it.

wear none but this. Bora. That shows, thou art unconfirmed. Thou Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a hair were a thought browner; and your gown's a most cloak, is nothing to a man.

rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the duchess of Milan's Con. Yes, it is apparel.

gown, that they praise so. Bora. I mean, the fashion.

Hero, 0, that exceeds, they say. Con. Yes, the fashion is the fashion.

Marg. By my troth, it's but a night-gown in respect Bora. Tush! I may as well say, the fool's the fool. But of yours: cloth of gold, and cuts, and laced with silsee'st thor not, what a deformed thief this fashion is? ver; set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, and

Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a vile skirts round, underborne with a bluish tinsel: bat thief this seven year; he goes up and down like a for a fine, quaint, graceful, and excellent fashion, gentleman: I remember his name.

your's is worth ten on't. Bora. Didst thou not hear somebody?

Ilero. God give me joy to wearit, for my heart is exCon. No; 'twas the vane on the house,

ceeding heavy! Bora. See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief Marg. 'Twill be heavier soon, by the weight of a man. this fashion is? how giddily he turns about all the hot Hero. Fye upon thee! art not ashamed? bloods, between fourteen and five and-thirty? some-Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is time, fashioning them like Pharaoh's soldiers in the not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your reechy painting, sometime, like god Bel's priests in lord honourable without marriage? I think you would the old churchwiudow; sometime, like the shaven have me say, saving your reverence,-a husband : an Hercules in the smirched worm-eaten tapestry, where bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, I'll offend his cod-piece seems as massy, as his club?

nobody. Is there any harm in-the heavier for a husCon. All this I see; and see, that the fashion wears hand? None, I think, an it be the right husband, and out more apparel than the man. But art not thou thy- the right wife; otherwise'tis light and not heavy. Ask self giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted my lady Beatrice else, here she comes, out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion?

Enter BEATRICE. Bora. Not so neither : but know, that I have to Hero. Good morrow, coz! night wooed Margaret, the lady Hero's gentlewoman, Beat. Good morrow, sweet Hero! by the name of Hero; she leans me ont at her mistress's Hero, Why, how now! do you speak in the sick tune? chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good- Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks. night.-Itellthis tale vilely:-I should first tell thee, how Marg. Clap us into-Light olove; that goes withthe Prince, Claudio, and my master, planted, and out a burden; do you sing it, and I'll dance it. placed, and possessed by my master Don John, saw Beat. Yea, Light o' love, with your heels!—then, if afar off in the orchard this amiable enconnter, your husband have stables enough, you'll see he shall Con. And thought they Margaret was Hero?

lack no barns. Bora. Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio; but Marg. O illegitimate construction! Iscorn that with the devil my master knew, she was Margaret; and my heels. partly by his oaths, which first possessed them, partly Beat. Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; 'tis time you by the dark night, which did

deceive them, but chiefly were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill:-heyho! by my villainy, which did confirm any slander, that Don Marg. For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? John had made, away went Claudio enraged; swore Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H. he would meet her, as he was appointed, next morn Marg. Well, an you be not turned Turk, there's no ing at the temple, and there, before the whole congre- more sailing by the star. gation, shame her with what he saw over-night, and Beat. What means the fool, trow? send her home again without a husband.

Marg. Nothing I; but God send every one their 1 Watch. We charge you in the prince's name,stand! heart's desire ! 2 Watch. Call up the right master constable: Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an have here recovered the most dangerous piece of excellent perfume. lechery, that ever was known in the commonwealth. Beat. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell.

1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I know Marg. A maid, and stuffed! there's goodly catching him, he wears a lock.

of cold. Con. Masters, masters.

Beat. 0, God help me! God help me! how long have 2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I you profess'd apprehension ? warrant you,

Marg. Ever since you left it: doth not my wit beCon. Masters,

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