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Dogb. Why, then depart in peace, and let the child wake her with crying : for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baes, will never answer a calf when he bleats.
Verg: 'Tis very true.
Dogb. This is the end of the Charge : you, constable, are to present the Prince's own person ; if you meet the Prince in the night, you may stay him.
Verg: Nay, bi’rlady, that, I think, he cannot.
Dogb. Five shillings to one on’t with any man that knows the statues, he may stay him ; marry, not without the Prince be willing : for, indeed, the Watch ought to offend no man; and it is an offence to stay a man against his will. Verg. Bi’rlady, I think, it be fo.
Dogb. Ha, ha, ha! well, malters, good night ; an there be any matter of weight chances, call up me ; keep your fellow's counsels and your own, and good night; come, neighbour.
2 Watch. Well, masters, we hear our charge;, let us go fit here upon the church-bench till two, and then all to bed.
Dogb. One word more, honest neighbours. I pray you, watch about Signior Leonato's door, for the Wedding being there to-morrow, there is a great coil to night; adieu ; be vigilant, I beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Vergęs.
Bora. Mafs, and my elbow itch'd, I thought there would a scab follow.
Conr. I will owe thee an answer for that, and now forward with thy tale.
Bora. Stand thee close then under this pent-house, for it drizzles rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, ptter all to thee.
Watch. Some treason, masters ; yet Aand close.
Bora. Therefore know, I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats.
Conr. Is it possible that any villany should be fo dear?
Bora. Thou should's rather ask, if it were poffible any villany should be so rich ? for when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will.
Conr. I wonder at it.
Bora. That shews, thou art unconfirm'd ; thou knowest, that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a cloak is nothing to a man.
Conr. Yes, it is apparel.
Bora. Tush, I may as well say, the fool's the fool , but see'st thou not, what a deformed thief this fashion is ?
Watch. I know that Deformed; he has been a vile thief these seven years; he goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember his name.
Bora, Didst thou not hear some body?
Bora. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is ? how giddily he turns about all the hotbloods between fourteen and five and thirty ; sometimes, fashioning them like Pharao's soldiers in the reachy painting ; sometimes, like the God Bel's priests in the old church-window; sometimes, like the shaven Hercules in the smirch'd worm-eaten tapestry, where his codpiece feems as massy as his club.
Cour. All this I fee, and fee, that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man ; but art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion ?
Bora. Not so, neither ; but know, that I have to. night wooed Margaret, the Lady Hero's gentlewoman, by the name of Hèo; she leans me out at her mistress's chamber.window, bids me a thousand times good-night
I tell this tale vilely should first tell thee, how the Prince, Claudio, and my master, planted and placed, and possessed by my master Don John, saw a far off in the orchard this amiable encounter.
Conr. And thought they, Margaret was Hero?
Bora. Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio ; but the devil my master knew, she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first pofleft them, partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, but chiefly by my vil. lany, which did confirm any slander that Don John had made, away went Claudio enraged; swore, he would meet her as he was appointed next morning at the Temple, and there before the whole Congregation shame her with what he saw o'er night, and send her home again without a husband. 1 Watch. We charge you in the Prince's name, stand. 2 Watcb. Call
up the right master constable ; we have here recovered the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the common-wealth.
1 Watch. And one Deformed is one of them; I knový him, he wears a lock.
Conr. Masters, masters, (12)
2 Watch. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I warrant you.
I Watch. Never speak; we charge you, let us obey you to go with us.
Bora. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, being taken up of these mens bills,
(12) Conr. Majers, Masters,
Conr. Mafturs, never speak, we charge you, let us obey you ! go with us.] The different Regulation which I have made in this last Speech, tho' agáinst the Authority of all the printed Copies, I flatter myself, carries its Proof with it. Conrade and Borachio are not designed to talk absurd Nonsense (that is the diftinguishing Characteristick of the Constable and Watcb.) It is evident therefore, that Conrade js attempting his own Justificaa tion; but is interrupted in it by the Impertinence of the Mep in Office.
Conr. A commodity in question, I warrant you : come, we'll obey you.
[Exeunt. SCENE, Hero's Apartment in Leonato's House.
Enter Hero, Margaret, and Ursula. Hero. OOD Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and
desire her to rise. Urs, I will, lady Hero. And bid her come hither. Urs. Well. Marg. Troth, I think, your other Rebato were better, Hero. No, pray thee, good Meg, I'll wear this,
Marg. By my troth, it's not so good ; and I warrant, your cousin will say so.
Hero. My cousin's a fool, and thou art another. I'll wear none but this.
Marg. I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner ; and your gown's a most rare fashion, i'faith. I saw the Dutchess of Milan's gown, that they praise fo.
Hero. O, that exceeds, they say.
Marg. By my troth, it's bút a night-cown in respect of yours; cloth of gold and cuts, and lac'd with filver, set with pearls down-sleeves, fide-fleeves and skirts, round underborne with a blueish tinsel; but for a fine, queint, graceful and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on’t.
Hero. God give me joy to wear it, for my heart is exceeding heavy!
Marg. "Twill be heavier foon by the weight of a man. Hero. Fie upon thee, art not asham'd ?
Marg. Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? is not marriage honourable in a beggar ? is not your Lord honourable without marriage ? I think, you would have me fay (saving your reverence) a husband. If bad thinking do not wreit true speaking, I'll offend no body; is there any harm in the heavier for a husband: none, I think, if it be the right husband, and the right wife, otherwise 'tis light and not heavy; ask my lady Beatrice site, here she comes.
Hero. Why, how now? do you speak in the fick tune ?
Beat. I am out of all other tune, methinks.
Marg. Clap us into Light o' love; that goes without a burden ; do you sing it, and I'll dance it.
Beat. Yes, Light o love with your heels; then if your husband have stables enough, you'll look he shall lack no barns,
Marg. O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with Beat. 'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin ; 'tis time you were ready : by my troth, I am exceeding ill; hey hó !
Marg, For å hawk, a horse, or a husband ?
Marg. Well, if you be not turn’d Turk, there's no more failing by the itar.
Beat. What means the fool, trow?
Marg. Nothing I, but God fend every one their heart's desire !
Hero. These gloves the count sent me, they are an excellent perfume.
Beat. I am stufft, cousin, I cannot smell. Marg. A maid, and stufft ! there's goodly catching of cold.
Beat. O, God help me, God help me, how long have you profeft apprehension ?
Marg. Ever since you left it ; doth not my wit be. come me rarely?
Beat. It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your cap. By my troth, I am fick.
Marg. Get you some of this distillid Carduus Bene's di&tus, and lay it to your heart; it is the only thing for a qualm.
Hero. There thou prick'it her with a thistle.
Brat. Benedi&us ? why Benedictus ? you have fome moral in this Benedi&us.