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А сту. SCENE, before Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato and Antonio.
And 'is not wisdom thus to second grief
Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
every lineament, branch, shape and form.
And hallow, wag, cry bem, when be shculd 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 whoop, and fidget, and wriggle about, " to shew a Pleasure when He should groan,” Gc. This does not give much Decorurn to the Sentiment. The old Quarto, and the frft and fecond Folio Editions all read,
And sorrow, 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, firive against Sorrow, &c. Nor is this Word in frequent with our Author in these 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) Cant Thou so daffe me ? -] This is a Country Word, Mr. Pope tells us, fignifying, daunt. It may be fo; but that is not the Exposition here: To daffe, and doffe are synonymous Terras, 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'st 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; And she is dead, flander'd to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops !
Leon. Brother Anthony
Ant. Hold you content; what, man? I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongring boys, That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and flander, Go antickly, and show an outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, (19) How they might hurt their enemies, if they durft; And this is all.
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 balf 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, c. So in Twelfth-night;
A terrible Oath, with a staggering Accent Marply twang'd of.
Leon. No! come, brother, away, I will be heard.
Enter Benedick. Pedro. See, fee, here comes the man we went to seek, Claud. Now, Signior, what news ? Bene. Good day, my lord.
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 you 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 haft mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, you charge it against me. I pray you, chufe 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.