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Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies.
Leon. I know not: if they speak but truth of her,
Friar. Pause a while ;
Leon. What shall become of this ? what will this do?
Friar. Marry, this, well carry’d, shall on her behalf
Th’idea of her love shall sweetly creep
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
very much unto the prince and Claudio, Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this As secretly, and justly, as your
soul Should with your body.
Leon. Being that I fow
For to strange fores, strangely they strain the cure.
Manent Benedick and Beatrice.
Bene. Is there any way to show such friendship?
Bene. I do love nothing in the world so well as you; is not that strange?
Beat. As strange as the thing I know not; it were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you; but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
Bene. By my sword, Beatrice, thou lov’st me.
Bene. I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says, I love not you.
Beat. Will you not eat your word?
Bene. With no sauce that can be devis’d to it; I protest, I love thee.
Beat. Why then, god forgive me!
me in a happy hour; I was about to protest, I lov'd you.
Bene. And do it with all thy heart.
Beat. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Bene.. Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Beat. Kill Claudio.
Beat. I am gone, though I am here; there is no love in you; nay,
pray you, let me go.
Beat. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy.
Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?
Beat. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath Nander’d, scorn’d, dishonour'd my kinswoman? o, that I were a man! what, bear her in hand until they come to take hands; and then with publick accusation, uncover'd Nander, unmitigated
-o god, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.
Bene. Hear me, Beatrice.
Beat. Sweet Hero! she is wrong’d, she is Nander'd, she is undone.
Beat. Princes, and counts! surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-comfect, a sweet gallant, surelyl o that I were a man for his fake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my fakel but manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment; and men are only turn'd into tongues, 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 wrong'd 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 dear account: as you hear of me, so think of me; go, comfort your cousin; I must say, she is dead, and so, farewel.
Enter Dogberry, Verges, Borachio, Conrade, the Town-Clerk
and Sexton in gowns.
To. Ci. TS our whole dissembly appear’d ?
Dogb. O, a stool and cushion for the sexton! Sexton. Which be the malefactors ? Verg. Marry, that am I and my partner. Dogb. Nay, that's certain, we have the exhibition to examine.
Sexton. But which are the offenders that are to be examined? let them come before master constable.
To. Cl. Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name, friend?
To. Cl. Write down, master gentleman Conrade. Masters, do you serve god?
Both. Yea, sir, we hope.
, 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?
Conr. Marry, sir, we say, we are none.
To. Cl. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you, but I will go about with him. Come you hither, firrah, a word in your ear,