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Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first.

Dogb. Come, bring away the Plaintiffs ; by this time, our Sexton hath reform'd Signior Leonato of the matter; and masters do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an afs.

Verg. Here, here comes master Signior Leonato, and the Sexton too.

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Leon. W "That when

I note another man like him,

villain eyes; I may avoid him; which of these is he?

Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on León. Art thou, art thou the flave, that with thy

breath Hast kill'd mine innocent child ?

Bora. Yea, even I alone.

Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself ;
Here stand a pair of honourable men,
A third is fled, that had a hand in it:
I thank you, Princes, for my daughter's death;
Record it with youhigh and worthy deeds ;
'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
Yet I must speak: chuse your revenge yourself;
Impose me to what penance your invention
Can lay upon my fin; yet fínn'd I not,
But in mistaking

Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight,
That he'll enjoyn me to.

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Leon. You cannot bid my daughter live again,
Thạt were impossible; but, I pray you both,
Pollefs the People in Messina here
How innocent the dy'd; and if your love
Can labour aught in fad invention,
Hang her an Epitaph upon her tomb,
And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night:
To-morrow morning come you to my house,
And since

you could not be my son-in-law,
Be yet my nephew; my brother hath a daughter,
Almost the copy of my child that's dead,
And she alone is heir to both of us;
Give her the Right you should have given her Cousin,
And so dies my revenge.

Claud. O noble Sir!
Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me:
I do embrace your offer; and dispose
For henceforth of poor

Claudio.
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your Coming,
To-night I take my leave. This naughty man
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,
Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,
Hir'd to it by your brother.

Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me. But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her.

Dogb. Moreover, Sir, which indeed is not under white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remember'd in his punishment; and also the watch heard them talk of one Deformed : they say, * he wears a key in his ear,

and * he wears a.key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's name.

c.] There could not be a pleasanter Ridicule on the Fafhion, than the Constable's Descant on his own Blunder. They heard the Conspirators fatyrize the fashion; Whom they took to be a Man, firnamed, Deformed. This the Constable applies with exquisite Humour to the Courtiers, in a Description of one of the molt fantasti

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Benze. P well at my hands, by helping me to the

and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God's name, the which he hath us’d so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's fake. Pray you, examine him upon that point.

Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.

Dogb. Your Worship speaks like a moft. thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.

Leon. There's for thy pains.
Dogb. God save the foundation !

Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner; and I thank thee.

Dogb. I leave an errant knave with your Worship, which, I beseech your Worthip, to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your Worship; I wish your Worship well: God restore you to health; I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wish'd, God prohibit it. Come, neighbour.

Exeunt.
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, Lords, farewel.
Ant. Farewel, my Lords; we look for you to-mor-
Pedro. We will not fail.
Claud. To night I'll mourn with Hero.
Leon. Bring you these fellows on, we'll talk with

Margaret,
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow.

[Exeunt severally. S CE N E VI.

Changes to Leonato's House.

Enter Benedick, and Margaret.
RAY thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve

, speech of Beatrice. Cal Fashions of that Time, the Men's wearing Rings in their Ears, and indulging a favourite Lock of Hair which was brought before, and tied with Ribbons, and called a Live-lock.

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Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty ?

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deserveft it.

Marg. To have no Man.come over me? why shall I always keep above stairs ?

Bere. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches.

Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and fo, I pray thee, call Beatrice ; I give thee the bucklers.

Marg. Give us the swords ; we have bucklers of

our own.

Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for maids.

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I think, hath legs.

[Exit Margaret. Bene. And therefore will come. (Sings.] The God of love, that fits above, and knows me, and knows me, how pitiful I deserve, -I mean, in singing; but in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse; why, they were never so truly turn'd over and over, as my poor self, in love ; marry, I cannot shew it in rhime; I have try'd; I can find out no rhime to lady. but baby, an inno. cent's rhime; for fcorn, horn, a hard rhime; for school, fool, a babbling rhime; very ominous endings; no, I was not born under a rhiming planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms.

VOL. II.

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S CE N E VII.

Enter Beatrice.
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call thee?

Beat. Yea, Signior, and depart when you bid me.
Bene. O, stay but 'till then.
Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now; and yet

go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with knowing what hath paft between you and Claudio.

Bene. Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee.

Beat. Foul words are but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkift.

Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of its right fense, so forcible is thy wit; but, I muft tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either

muft shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward; and I pray thee, now tell me, for which of my bad parts didft thou first fall in love with me?

Beat. For them all together; which maintain'd so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them, but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?

Bene. Suffer love! a good epithet: I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Beat. In spight of your heart, I think; alas ! poor heart, if you spight it for my fake, I will spight it for yours; for I will never love that, which my friend hates.

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Beat. It appears not in this confession ; there's not one wile man among twenty that will praise himfclf.

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that liv'd in the time of good neighbours; if a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall

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