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and forbid him to wear it. I will only be bold with Benedick for his company; for, from the crown of his head to the fole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-ftring, and the little hangman dare not fhoot at him; he hath a heart as found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue fpeaks.

Bene. Gallants, I am not as I have been.
Leon. So fay I; methinks, you are fadder.
Claud. I hope, he is in love.

Pedro. Hang him, truant, there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love; if he be fad, he wants money.

Bene. I have the tooth-ach.

Pedro. Draw it.

Bene. Hang it.

Claud. You muft hang it firft, and draw it afterwards. Pedro. What? figh for the tooth-ach!

Leon. Which is but a humour, or a worm.

Bene. Well, every one can mafter grief but he that

has it.

Claud. Yet fay I, he is in love.

Pedro. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to ftrange difguifes, as to be a Dutch man to-day, a French man to-morrow; or in the shape of two countries at once, a German from the wafte downward, all flops, and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet: Unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it to appear he is.

Claud. If he be not in love with fome woman, there is no believing old figns; he brushes his hat o'mornings; what fhould that bode?

Pedro. Hath any man seen him at the barber's ?

Claud. No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him; and the old ornament of his cheek hath already ftuft tennis-balls.

Leon. Indeed, he looks younger than he did by the lofs of a beard.

Pedro. Nay, he rubs himself with civet; can you smell him out by that?

Claud.

Claud. That's as much as to fay, the sweet youth's in love.

Pedro. The greatest note of it is his melancholy. Claud. And when was he wont to wash his face? Pedro. Yea, or to paint himself? for the which, I hear what they fay of him.

Claud. Nay, but his jefting fpirit, which is now crept into a lute-ftring and now governed by stops

Pedro. Indeed, that tells a heavy tale for him. Conclude, he is in love.

Claud. Nay, but I know who loves him.

Pedro. That would I know too: I warrant, one that knows him not.

Claud. Yes, and his ill conditions, and in defpight of all, dies for him.

Pedro. She fhall be bury'd with her heels upwards. (14)

Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ach. Old Signior, walk afide with me, I have ftudy'd eight or nine wife words to fpeak to you which these hobbyhorfes muft not hear. [Exeunt Benedick and Leonato. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about Beatrice. Claud. 'Tis even fo. Hero and Margaret have by this play'd their parts with Beatrice; and then the two bears will not bite one another, when they meet.

(14) She fhall be buried with her Face upwards.] Thus the whole fet of editions: But what is there any ways particular in this? Are not all men and women buried fo? Sure the poet means, in oppofition to the general rule, and by way of diftinction, with her beels upwards, or face downwards. I have chofe the firft reading, because I find it the expreffion in vogue in our author's time.

So Beaumont and Fletcher in their Wild-Guofe Chafe.

Whilft I have meat and drink, love cannot starve me;
For if I die i'th' first fit, I'm unhappy;

And worthy to be buried with my heels upwards.
And in The Woman's Prize; or, The Tamer tam'd:
Some few,

For these are rareft, they are faid to kill

With kindness and fair ufage; but what they are,
My Catalogue difcovers not; only 'tis thought,
They're buried in old walls with their heels upward.

And again, in The Coxcomb;

Judge me, I do but jeft with thee: what, an fhe were inverted with ber heels upward, like a traytor's coat?

Enter

Enter Don John.

John. My Lord and brother, God fave you..
Pedro. Good den, brother.

John. If your leisure serv'd, I would speak with you.
Pedro. In private ?

John. If it please you; yet Count Claudio may hear; for, what I would fpeak of, concerns him.

Pedro. What's the matter?

John. Means your lordship to be marry'd to-morrow.

[To Claudio.

Pedro. You know, he does.
John. I know not that, when he knows what I know.
Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you dif-

cover it.

John. You may think, I love you not, let that appear hereafter; and aim better at me by that I now will manifeft; for my brother, I think, he holds you well, and in dearnefs of heart hath holp to effect your enfuing marriage; furely, Suit ill fpent, and Labour ill beftow'd.

Pedro. Why, what's the matter?

John. I came hither to tell you, and circumftances fhorten'd, (for fhe hath been too long a talking of) the Lady is difloyal.

Claud. Who? Hero?

John. Even fhe, Leonato's Hero, your Hero, every man's Hero.

Claud. Difloyal?

John. The word is too good to paint out her wickednefs; I could fay, fhe were worfe; think you of a worfe title, and I will fit her to it; wonder not 'till further warrant; go but with me to-night, you fhall fee her chamber-window enter'd, ev'n the night before her wedding-day; if you love her, then to-morrow wed her; but it would better fit your honour to change your mind. Claud. May this be fo?

Pedro. I will not think it.

John. If you dare not trust that you fee, confefs not that you know; if you will follow me, I will fhew you enough; and when you have feen more and heard more, proceed accordingly.

Claud

Claud. If I fee any thing to-night why I fhould not marry her to-morrow; in the Congregation, where I fhould wed, there will I fhame her.

Pedro. And as I wooed for thee to obtain her, I will join with thee to difgrace her.

John. I will difparage her no farther, 'till you are my witneffes; bear it coldly but 'till night, and let the iffue fhew itself.

Pedro. O day untowardly turned !

Claud. O mifchief ftrangely thwarting!

John. O plague right well prevented!

So will you fay, when you have feen the fequel.

SCENE changes to the Street.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dogberry and Verges, with the Watch.

Dogb. Verg, Yea, or elfe it were pity but they

RE you good men and true?

fhould fuffer falvation, body and foul.

Dogb. Nay, that were a punishment too good for them, if they fhould have any allegiance in them, being chofen for the Prince's Watch.

Verg. Well, give 'em their charge, neighbour Dogberry.

Dogb. First, who think you the most defartlefs man to be conftable.

1 Watch. Hugh Oatecake, Sir, or George Seacole; for they can write and read.

Dogb. Come hither, neighbour Seacole: God hath bleft you with a good name; and to be a well-favour'd man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature.

2 Watch. Both which, mafter conftable

Dogb. You have: I knew, it would be your anfwer. Well, for your Favour, Sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of fuch vanity; you are thought here to be the most fenfeless

and

and fit man for the Conftable of the Watch, therefore bear you the lanthorn; this is your charge: you fhall comprehend all vagrom men; you are to bid any man ftand in the Prince's name.

2 Watch. How if he will not stand?

Dogb. Why, then take no note of him, but let him go; and prefently call the reft of the Watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.

Verg. If he will not ftand when he is bidden, he is none of the Prince's Subjects.

Dogb. True, and they are to meddle with none but the Prince's Subjects: you fhall alfo make no noife in the streets; for, for the Watch to babble and talk, is most tolerable, and not to be endur’d.

2 Watch. We will rather fleep, than talk; we know what belongs to a Watch.

Dogb. Why you speak like an ancient and moft quiet watchman, for I cannot fee how Sleeping fhould offend; only have a care that your Bills be not ftolen; well, you are to call at all the ale-houfes, and bid them that are drunk get them to bed.

2 Watch. How if they will not?

Dogb. Why, then let them alone 'till they are fober; if they make you not then the better anfwer, you may fay, they are not the men you took them for.

2 Watch. Well, Sir.

Dogb. If you meet a thief, you may fufpect him by virtue of your office to be no true man; and for such kind of men, the lefs you meddle or make with them, why, the more is for your honesty.

2 Watch. If we know him to be a thief, shall we not lay hands on him?

Dogb. Truly, by your office you may; but, I think, they that touch pitch will be defil'd: the moft peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him fhew himself what he is, and fteal out of your company. Verg. You have been always call'd a merciful man, Partner.

Dogb. Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

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