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A C.T V.
SCENE, before Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato and Antonio.
And 'is not wisdom thus to second grief
Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
(17) If such a One will smile, and Aroke bis Beard,
And hallow, wag, cry bem, when he should groan, ] Mr. Rowe is the first Authority that I can find for this Reading, But what is the intention, or how are we to expound it? “ If “ a Man will balloo, and wboop, and fidget, and wriggle about, “ to thew a Pleasure when He mould groan,” C. This does not give much Decorum to the Sentiment. The old Quarto, and the Erft and fecond Folio Editions all read,
And forrow, wagge, cry bem, &c. We don't, indeed, get much by this Reading; though, I flatter nyself, by a flight Alteration it has led me to the true one,
And Sorrow wage; cry, bem! wben be should groan; i, e. If such a one will combat with, ftrive against Sorrow, & c. Nor is this Word in frequent with our Author in thete Significations.
And Sorrow wage; cry, hem! when he should groan;
Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; However they have writ the style of Gods, And made a pilh at chance and sufferance,
Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself: Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.
Leon. There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will do so. My soul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd; And that shall Claudio know, fo fhall the Prince ; And all of them, that thus dishonour her.
Enter Don Pedro, and Claudio.
Ant. Here comes the Prince and Claudio haftily.
Leon. Some halte, my lord ! well, fare you well, my lord. Are you so hafty now! well, all is one. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.
Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, Some of us would lie low.
Claud. Who wrongs him ?
Leon. Marry, thou doft wrong me, thou diffembler, thou!
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
Leon. Tush, tush, nan, never fleer and jeft at me;
Claud. My villany!
Leon. My lord, my lord,-
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
(18) Can Thou so daffe me ? -] This is a Country Word, Mr. Pope tells us, fignifying, daunt. It may be fo; but that is not the Expofition here: To daffe, and doffe are synonymous Termis, that mean, to put off : which is the very Sense required here, and what Leonato would reply, upon Claudio's saying, he would have nothing to do with him,"
If thou kill’ft me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed ;
Ant. Content yourself; God knows, I lov'd my Niece;
Leon. Brother Anthony
Ant. Hold you content; what, man? I know them, yea,
Leon. But, brother Anthony,
Ant. Come, 'tis no matter ;
Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience.
Leon. My lord, my lord-
(19) And speak of half a dozen dangerous Words,] These Editors are Persons of unmatchable Indolence, that cannot afford to add a Single Letter to retrieve common Sense. To speak off, as I have reformed the Text, is to throw out boldly, with an Oftentation of Bravery, 5c. So in Twelfth-night;
A terrible Oath, with a staggering Accent sharply twangid off.
Leon. No ! come, brother, away, I will be heard.
Pedro. Welcome, Signior ; you are almost come to part almost a fray.
Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapt off with two old men without teeth.
Pedro. Leonato and his brother ; what think’ft thou ? had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.
Bene, In a false quarrel there is no true valour : I came to seek
both. Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee ; for we are high-proof melancholly, and would fain have it beaten away: wilt thou use thy wit ?
Bene. It is in my scabbard ; shall I draw it?
Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
Pedro, As I am an honest man, he looks pale : art thou fick or angry?
Claud. What! courage, man : what tho'care kill'd a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, if you charge it against me.--I pray you, chuse another subject.
Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last was broke cross.
Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more : I think, he be angry, indeed.
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.