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Leon. Come, Cousin, I am sure, you love the gen
tleman. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; For here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashion'd to Beatrice.
Hero. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
, Containing her affection unto Benedick.
Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts; come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Beat, I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, and partly to save
your life; for as I was told, you were in a consumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.--
[Kissing her. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married man?
Bene. I'll tell thee what, Prince; a College of witcrackers cannot flout me out of
humour: dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? no: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him ; in brief, lince I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me, for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion; for thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruis'd, and love my cousin.
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell'd thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my Cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Come, come, we are friends ; let's have a
Dance ere we are marry'd, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wives heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, music. Prince, thou art fad, get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no staff more reverend than one tipt with horn.
Enter Messenger. Mel. My Lord, your brother John is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina.
Bene. Think not on him 'till to-morrow : I'll devise thee brave punishments for him. · Pipers.
[Dance. [Exeunt omnes.
Mince biasragdnorih Princes}
DUKE of Venice.
Suiters to Portia.
Servants to Portia.
Portia, an Heiress of great Quality and Fortune.
SCENE, partly at Venice; and partly at Belmont,
the Seat of Portia upon the Continent.