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Claud. Yes, and his ill coodiiioua ; and, in de-
spite of all, dies f«>r him.

D. Pedro. She shall be buried with her 6c«

Bene. Yet is this no charm for the tooth-ache.
Old signior. walk aFide with me: 1 have studied
eight or nine wise words to siieak to you, wha^h
these hobby-horses must mit hear.

[ Eftunt Benedick and Leoiuito.

D. Pedro. For my life, to break with him about

Claud. Tis even so : Hero atal Marpiret have
by this played their parts with Beathcre: and
then the twt* bears will not bile one auotlier,
when they meeU

Enter Don John.

D. John. Mv lord and brother, God save yoo.

D. Ptdro. Good den. brother.

D. John. If your leisure served, 1 would speak
with yon.

D. Pedro. In private?

D John. If It please yoo : — yet Count Claodio
may hear; fur what 1 would tpeak of, ciHicema

D.Pedro What's the matter!

D. John. Means your lordalitp to be married to-
morrow t [ To ClaudK).

D. fedto. You know, he does.

D John. 1 know not thai, wlien he knows what
I know.

Claud If there be any impediment, I pray you,
discover it.

D. John. You may think. I love you mit; let
that appear hereafler. and aim lietter at me by
that 1 now will manifest : For my brother, I
think, he holds you well; aial in deaniess of
heart haih holp to efiect your eiummg nmrnage :
surely, suit all si ent. aial laUiur ill bt^towed 1

D. Pedro, ^^hy, what's the nniiter?

D John. I came hiiher to tell you ; and, cir-
cumstances shortened (forslie haih been too long
a talking of), the lady is duloval.

CUnul. WhoT Hero!

D. Johtu Kwn she; Leonato's 1 lero, your Hero
every man's Hero.

Claud. Disloyal?

D. Johtu The word is too g^axl to paint out her
wickedness ; 1 could sav. slie were worse ; think
you of a worse title, and 1 will tit her to it. Won-
der not till further warrant : go but with me to-
night, you shall see her chamber- window entered ;
even the niRhl befoie her wedding-d.ty : if you
li>ve her then, to-morrow wed her; but it wtaild
better ht vour honour lo change your mind.

Claud, ^lav thw be so 7

D. Prdro. 1 will not think it

D. Jotin. If you dare not trust that you see.om-
fegs not that you know : i. /ou will follow me, I
w.ll show ytiu enouffh ; and when you have seen
more, hiiU heard mure, proceed accordingly.

Claud. If 1 see anything to-nn:ht why I'shonld
not mairy her t(»-niorrnw; in the congregation,
where I should wed. there will 1 ahuine her.

D. Pedro And, as i wooed for thee to obtain
her. I uiU join with thee to duigTace her.

D. John, i will dispiirage her no farther, till
you are my witnestes : bear it ci»ldly but till mid-
niKht, and let the issue show itself

D. Pedro. day nnu>wanlly turned !

Claud. mischief strangely thwarting I

D John O pl:igue right well prevented !
So will you buy, when you have seen the sequel

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Enter Beatncu.

Beat. Afpiiint my will, I am seni to bid yoa
a>ine in to dinner.

Bm. Fair Beairioe. I thank yon forjour pains.

Beat. I took no more pains fur those thanks,
than jroa take pains ui thank nie ; if it bad been
painfiil, I would not have come.

Bene. Yon take pleasure in the me<8aj^ T

Beat Yea, just so much as you mav take upon a
knife's pomt. and choke a daw withal :— You have
no stomach, si^njor ; Cure you well. \Extt.

Bene. Ha! Againsl my will lam tent to fnd you
come to (/mner— there's a double nieaninff in tlint.
i took no wufrepahufifr those thanks, than j/ou look
pam$ to thank me— that's as much us to s:iy, Any
painv thai 1 take for you is as ensr us thanks :— If
1 du not take pity of her, 1 am a villain ; if I do not
lore her, 1 am a Jew. I will go gel her picture.


SCENE I.— Leonato's Garden.

Enter Heni, Margaret, and Ursula.

Hero. Good Marftaret, run thee into the parlour;
Tliere slialt thou find my cousm Beatrice
PrtKineinir with the prince and Ciaudio :
Whisper her ear. and tell her, 1 and Ursula
Walk in the orchard, and our whole diMCourae
Js all of her; say. that ihou overheard'st us ;
And hid her steal into the pleaclied bower,
Where iioney-suckles, npeii'd by the sun.
Forbid the sun to enter ;— like favourites,
Made proud by prinotM, that advance their pride
Agawst that power that bred it : — there will she

hide her.
To listen our purpose : Tliis is thy office.
Bear th«« well in it, and leave us alone.

Marv. rU make her come, 1 warrant you, pre-
sently. [Ent.

Haro. Now. Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do truce this alley up and dnwn.
Our talk must only be of Benedick :
When 1 do name him. let it be thy part
I'o praise inni more than ever man did ment :
My talk to thee must Iw, how Be ne<h<:k
is sick in love with Beatrice: Of this matter
b liUle Cupal's rmny arrow made.
That only wouiuls l»y hearsay. Now begin ;

Enter BeatrkM>, behutd.
For look where Beatrice, like a Inpwif . runs
Cliae by the Kmuiid, to hear our CiUiference.

On. The pleasunt'itt angling is to see the fish
Cut with her xi»lden oars the silver stream.
And greedily devour the treacherous bait :
&> amtle we for Beatrice ; who even now
Is couched in the wuodltine coverture :
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.

liero Then go we near her, that her ear lose no-
Of the f^dse sweet bait that wh lay for it. [thing
[ Wfr advance to the bower.
No, truly. Ursula, she is too disdainful :
2 know, her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards o( the ruck.

Ur$ But are you sure.

That Banrdick loves Beatnce so entirely T n<»^-

Uero So says the prince, and my new-truthed

(hv. And did they bul you tell her of it. madam ?

Jkro. 'fWy did entreat me to soquaint her of it :

But 1 persuaded them, if they lov'd Benedick,
To wish him wrestle with alfection,
And never to let Beatrice know of it

Urs. Why dkl you so? Doth not the gentleinaa
Deserve as full, as fortunate a bed.
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon T

Hero O God of love! I know, he doth deseire

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And never givej to truth and virtue, that
W^hich simpleness and ment purchsuHith. [able.

UrM. 2>ure, sure, such mrpm^ is not commend-

I^ro. No: not to be so odd. anu from all fiishiuus.
As Beatrice is, cannot be cominendaiile :
But who dare tell her so? if I should speak,
aUe'il mock me into air ; 0, she would laugh m«
Out of myself, press me to deutli with wit.
Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire.
Consume away in sighs, waste inwiinily :
It were a better death iliaii die with mocks:
Which is as Imd as die with tickling.

Urs. Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.

Hero. No; rather I will go to Benedick,
And counsel him to fisht agiiin.^t his passion :
And, truly. I'll devise some honest sluiulers
To slaiu my cousin with : Ouh doth not know,
tlow mucii an ill word may empoison liking.

Urs. O, do not your cousin Kuch a wrong.
She cannot he so much without true judgment,
(Having so swift and excellent a wit.
As she IS priz'd to have.) as to refuse
So rare u icentlemun as Sigiiior Benedick.

Hero. He is the only man of Italy,
Always excepted my dear Ciaudio.

Urs. I pray you, be not angry with me, madam.
Speaking inv fancy ; Signior Benedick,
F«>r shape, for bearing, argument, and valour.
Goes foremost in report through Italy.

Hrro Indeed, he luith an excellent giKxI name.

Urs. His excellence dkl earn it, ere he had it —
When are you married, madam I

Hero. Why.every day;— to-morrow: Coine.goln;
I'll show thee some aliires ; and have thy counsel.
Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.

Urs. She's lim'd, I warrant you; we hav*
caught her, madam.

ilero. If it prove so. then lovmv goes by liapv :
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
[Exeunl Hero and Urwihi.

Beatrice oAwicef.
Seal. What fire is in mine ears T Can this he true T
Stand I condemn'd for pride and soom so much (
Contempt, farewell I and maiden pride, adieu 1
No glory lives behind the buck of such.


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D. Petlro. Muy Ite. site tlnlh but coQuterfeit

Claud. Fsiitli. like eiii>ii%h.

fjeon. G*k1 ! couiiierl'eit ! There never wna
oi>iint«rfeit u( utiiwiiiii cuuie ao near the life of
IKtsKHNi. as Him utKCiiTeni it

D. J'cdi-o. Why, whut efTects of passion shows

CloMuL Bait the hook well ; this fish will bite,

Uon. What effects, my Ion) ! She will sit you,—
Y(»o heard my dauf^liter tell you how.

Claud She did, indeed.

D. I^drn. H<»w, Imw, I pray you T Yoa amaze
Qie: I wuuld have lliuufrlit her spirit had beeu
liViucible uRninKt all assaults of affection

Lemt I would have sworn it had, my lord;
espeaally ar-uiist Benedick.

Bene. lAfide'i I hlionid think this a ^11, but
thtit the white bearded fetl«»w speaks it . knu-
▼ery luiunot, sure, hide itself m such tever-

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection ; hold it np.

D. Pedro Hath she made her aflection known
to Benedick T

Leon. No; and swears she never will : that's
her torment.

Claud, "lis true. indeed ; aoyourdaughtersavs :
Shall /, says siie, Viat have so qfl encountered kun
with acorn, wnte to him thai I Ume fdm J

Leon. This says she now when she is bcpnnini?
to wnte to hini : for she'll be up twenty limes a
nigiit ; and there wilt she sit in her snionk, till she
have writ a slieei of paper : — my daughter tells

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I re-
member a preity jest your duuvhter l^tld us of.

JJvn. O f— NVlieii she had writ it, and was read-
in« It over, .the found Benedick and lieuliice be-
tween the sheet T—

Claud. I'hat.

J>o«. O! she tore the letter into a thousami
hJklf-iience ; mded at hen>elC thai she should be
BO immodest to write to one liiai she knew would
flout her: 1 measure him. says she, Ay my oion
sptrtt ; Jor 1 should Jlout htm, if he wnt lo me ; ^ea,
though J love him, J should

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls,
weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prajrs,
curses ;— O suteel Batedick ! God give me patience !

Lam. She doth indeed ; my daughter says so :
and the ecstacy hath so much overborne her, that
niy daughter is s4Miietime ufVaid she will do a des-
perate <»uiraffe to herself: It is very true

D. J*rdro. It were good that Benedick knew of
ft by some other, if she will not discover it.

Claud. 1 o what end T He would but make a
sport of it, and torment the ptKir lady worse.

D. Pedro. An he should, it were an alms to hang
him : She's an excellent sweet laiiy ; and, out of
all suspicion, she is virtuous.

CZoih/. And she is exceeding wise.

D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick.

Lam. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating
(II so tender a hwly, we have ten pmo& to one that
blood hath the vnnory. 1 am sorry for her, as I
have just cause, being her uncle and'her^ardian.

D Pedro 1 would lUie had liesiowed lhisd«>tage
on me ; I would have dafl 'd al I other respects, and
made her hall myself: I pray you, tell Benedick
of It, and hear what he will wiy.

J^nn Wem it gisid, think yon T

(laud. Hem t looks surely she will die ; for she
•ays. she will die if he hivn her nul : and she will
•ra she makes her love known : and slie will

die if he woo her, rather than she will 'bate una
breadth of her uciMi^tomed crossness.

D. Pedro. Sh« d(»th well ; if she slmuld make
tender of her love, 'lis very possible he'll scorn it :
for the man, as you know all, hath a oontampUble

Claud He is a very proper man.

D. Pedro. He huth, indeed, a good ootward lup-

Claud. 'Pore God, and in my mind, very wise.

D. Petlro. He doth, indeed, show some siiorka
that are like wit

/^on. And 1 take him to he valiant

D. Pedro. As Hector, 1 assure you : and in tba
managing of quarrels you may say he u wise ; for
either he avoids them with great discretion, or
oiiderrakes them with a most Christian-like fear.

Leon, if he do fear God, he must neoesranly
keep peace ; if he break the peace, he ought to
enter into a quarrel with fear and trembling.

D. Pedro. And so will he do ; for the man doth
fe»r tiod, howsoever it seems not in him. by siHne
large jests he will make. Well, I am sorry for
your niece : Shall we go see Benedick, and tell
him of her love ?

Claud. Never tell him, my lord ; let her wear
it oat with good counsel.

J>on. Nay. that's impossible ; she may wear her
heart out Hrst.

D. f*edro Well, well hear further of it by your
daugtiier: let it cool the while. I love Ben^ick
well : and 1 could wish he woukl modestly ex-
amine himself to bee how much be is unworthy
so good a lady.

lytm. My lord, will you walk T dinner is ready.

Claud. If he do not doat on her upon this, I will
never trust my expect atum. [.isirff.

D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for
her : and that muKt your daujthtvr and her gentle-
woman carry. The spi>rt will lie, when they hold
one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such
matter; that's the scene that I would see. whir^
will lie merely a dumb show. Let us send her to
call liim ill U> dinner. [Astde.

lExeimt Dun Pedro, Claodio, and Leouato.

Benedick advances from the Arbour.

liew. This can be no trick : Tlie conference was
sadly borne. —They Imve the truth of this fhwu
Hero. 'Hiey seem to pity the lady ; it seems, her
aflections have their .'jII bent Love me ! why. it
must be requited. I bear how 1 am censured :
they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive
the love come from her ; they say too, that she
will rather die than give any sign of aflection.— I
did never think to marry — I mnsi not seem proud :
— l^ppy are they that hear their detractions, and
can put them to mending. They say, the lady is
fair; tis a truth, 1 can bear them witness: nod
virtuous- 'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise
but for loving me :— By my troth, it is no additioB
tt» her wit ;— nor no great arj^ument of her folly, for
1 will l»e horribly in love with her. — I may chauce
have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken
on me, because 1 have railed so long against mar-
riage : But doth not the appetite alter 7 A man
loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure
in hB age : Shall quips, and sentences, and these
paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from lie
career of his humour? No : The world must ha
peopled. When 1 sakl 1 would die a bachelor, I
dkl not think 1 should live till 1 were married —
Here comes Beatrice: By tliis day, she's a fiur
huly : I do spy some marka of love iu Uer.

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a kind of ml both to the prince and Claodiu.ts—
lahire of vuur hni'her*a honour wlio hath made
tlita inHtcn; and hv* friend's reputation, who iti
Unw like tti be cosened with the seiahlumw of a
nuiNL—thai 70a have dianovered thus. Thejr will
•raroely beliVve Uim wiUiout trial : offer them in-
Btances; which shall hear no ie» likelihooii. than
toaee nie at her cliamlier-wmdow; htiar me null
Margaret, Hero; hear MarRaret term me Bom-
ciiio; and hrin? them to wee this, the very nii^lit
befiire the intAnded weddini?: for, in the mean
time. I will ao fuduon the matter, that Hero sliull
be ahaent: and tbera shall appear such seeming
truth of Hero's tUsloyaltr, that jealousy shall he
call*d assurance, and all the preparai'iou uv«r-

D. John. Grow this to what adverse isnue it
can. 1 will put it in practice : Be cunning in the
working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducuts.

Bora. Be yo«i constant in the accusation, and
my cunning shiill not shame me.

D. John. 1 will presently go learn their day of
auurriage. [ExnaU.

SCENE ni.-Leonato's Oarden.
Bnler Benedick and a B^tJ.

Bme. Boy,—

Boy. Sigiiior.

Butt. In my chamber-window lies a book;
brine it hither to me in t he orchanl.

B"f 1 am here alretuJy. xir.

Brae. I know that ; — but I wf>nld have thee
hence, and here asnin. [Extt Biiy]— I do much
wonder, that one man. seeing how murli niiothcr
mau is a fool when he dedicaies his !ieh:iviourN to
luVR, will, aAer he hath laiKhed lit such shallow
foiiies in others, iwcome the ureument of his own
•nmi, by falling in love: And such a man is
ria'idio. I have Known, when there was no music
with him but the drum and fife; and now had he
rather hear the <alH>r and the pipe : I huTe known,
when he would have walked ten mile nfoot, tosee
a giKKl armour; and now will he lie ten nights
awake, carving the f]i;(lii«m of a new doublet He
was wont to speak plain, and to the piirp<iae, like
an honest man and a soldier; and now is he
tumeil orthographer ; hw wonls are u very fjiii-
tN»tiral banquet, just wi many strange disheM.
May I be so runverted. and see with these eyexT
1 cannot tell ; I thhik not : 1 will not lie sworn,
hut love may transfonn me t4i an oyster; but I'll
lake my oath on it, till he have made an oyster
of me, he shall never make me such u f<iol. One
wom»n ui fair ; yet I am well : uiiuther i» wise ;

{ret I am well : another virtuous ; yet 1 am well :
rat till all graces he in one w<inuin, one woman
shall not come in my rrace. Rich, she shall he.
that's certain ; wiiio, or I'll none ; virtuous, or I'll
never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on
her ; mild, or oome not near me : noble, or not 1
ftir an angel ; of good discourse, an excellent
musician, and her hair shall he of what c«dour it

rlea.^ God. Ha ! the prince and Uonsieur Ixive !
will hide me in the arbour. [ Wilhdraws,

EiUer Don Pedro, Leonato, and Claudio.

D. Pedro. Come, sliall we hear thn mosic ?

Ckaid. Yea, my giMid lord ;— How still the even-
As hnnli'd on purptaie t4> erace harmony ! (ing is,

J). J*tdro. See you where Benedick hatli bid ,

Clmd. O, very well, my lord : the music ended,
«e11 fit t!.e kid fox wuh a pennyworili.

JiZ y

Einter Balthazar, witk nnaic.

D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song

Balth. O good my lonl, tax not so hud a voice
To slander music any more than once.

D Pedro It is ihe witimss still of excellency.
To put a stnuige htce on his own perieciion :—
I prey thee, sing, and let me won no more.

BiUh Becuuae you talk of wooing. 1 will sing:
Sir"*- •"»"" - •■— •— (lotli cominem'^ his suit
'Vii I worthy ; yet he wooes;

V« e loves.

i Nay. pray thee, come *

Or longer ari^uiueut,

! this before my notes.
Til [ mine that's worth the noting.

i sae are very crotchets that he

Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! [Musk.

Bene. Now, Dtvineair! uow is his soul ravished!
— Is It not sti-ange. that slieeps' gutji siiould hale
souUi out of men's bidies T— Well, a horn for my
money, when all's done.

Balthazar nngM.
BaUh. Sigh no morn, l/uiies. gujh no more;
MvH wrre i/ecnvrrs ever ;
On^ fitot in sea, and one on shore ;
To OIK thin*/ ccnslanl never ;
Then sioh not so.
But let tiem yo.
And b^ ^ou blithe and honnf ;
CoHvrrtinu all ftt'tr sounds q/ woe
Into, Hey nonng, noimjf.

Sino no more duties, sing no more

Of dumps so dull and heav^ ;
The/rattd of mrn was forr so,
Smtr summer first u)as leav^.
Then siyh not so. 4c.

D. Pedro. By mr tmth, a good song.
Bnlth. .And an ill singer, my lord.

^t well

It should
ha ;ed him :

an niachief!

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anuH. I lie iiesk t uaii, luy loru.

D. Pedro. D<i so : farewell. [iHzeimi Balthazar
and music.) Come hither, Leonato : V'hat wai it
you told me of to-day T that your niu e Beatrice
was in love with Sigiiior Bene<lick T

Claud, O, ay:— Stalk on, stalk on: the fowl
sita. {Aside to Peidro.] I dkl never think that lady
would have loved any man.

Leon. No, nor I neither : but most wonderful,
that she should sodote on Signior Benedick, whom
she hath in all outlaid behaviours seemed ever
to abhor.

Bene. 1st po6sibl«) T Sits the wind in that cor-
ner I [Aside.

Leon. By my troth, my lord, 1 cannot tell what
to think of it; hut that she loves hiin with an eu
rafed tiflection,— it is pttat the infimte ol thouyUi


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Bmt. Indeed, my lord, lie lent it me a while ;
■lid I (tRve him iimt fur it. a di»ahle heiut fur liis
Miicle one : murry. once bufure. be ^kmi it uf nie
wiiu false dice, therefore yuur Kface may wtil
•uy. I liMve l<Mt it

/). J*tdro. You have pat him down, lady, yoo
have put liiin d«»wQ.

Beat Su 1 wdiilit nnt he Khnnid do me, mf lord,
iMt I iihniild pove the iiitither of fuola. I haive
ImHiKhlCuunl Cluudio, whom you sent me to seek.

i). Ptdro Why, huw now, cuuutT wberefure

Clnid. Nut Kid. my lord.

D. Fedro. H<iw tlivu ? Sick.

CUtud. Neitlier. my lord.

BeaL The ctiuut w neither sad, nor sick, nor
Dieny, nur well : but civil. oi»uiit : civil us an
umnge. and suinethiiiK uf ihsit jeuluus complexion.

D. i'edro. iTaii h, Imiy, 1 think yuur blazuu to be
true; thuugh, Til be swuni, if he be so, his oun-
ceil IS fdlSB. Here, Claudiu, i huve wo<ied in thy
name, and foir Ileru is won ; 1 have broke with
ber fuiher, und lus Kood will obtained : name Ute
day uf niam:iKe, und God give tiiee joy !

LeoiL Count, lake of me my daughter, and with
ber my fortunes; hiii grace iiaih made the match,
and au kthoo say Amen to ii I

SeoL dpeak, count, 'lis your cue.

CUmd. silence is the uerfectest lierald of Joy : I
were bat little hnp(»y, u 1 ouuia wiy how much.—
Lady, as yoa are mme, 1 am ynun : 1 give away
myself for you, and dote apoii the exchauge.

Beat. Speuk, cousin ; or, if you cannot, stop his
muulh with a kiss, and lei him nut speak, neither.

D. Pedro. In faith, liuJy, you have a merry heart

Beoi, Yea. my lord ; 1 thank it, piNir luol, it
keeps on the wmdy side of care : — My cousin lells
him in his ear, that he is in her heaii.

Clayd. And so she dulh. cousin

Beat. Good lord, for alliance !— Thus goes every
one to the world but 1, hihI 1 am sun-bumeu ; 1
may sit m a comer, and cry, lieigli-ho ! fi>r a hus-

D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you ime.

Beat. 1 would rather have one oi your father's
getting : Halh vour grace ne'er a brother like
you T Your father gut excellent husbands, if a
maid could cuine liy tbriii.

D Pedro. Will ytiu have me, lady T

Beat. No, my lord, unleiw 1 iiiiKht have am^her
for working-days ; yuur grace is too cueiiy to we:tr
every day : But, 1 beseech your grace, pardon
mej 1 was boni to speak all mirth, und no matter.

D. Pedro. Yuur silence most otlends me, and to
lie merry best becomes you ; fur, out of question,
you were bom in a merry hour.

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd ; bat
then Uiere was a sur danced, and under that was
1 bom.— C<msin.H, Uud give you joy 1

Leom. NKCe, wiU you luuK tu those things I
told you uf T

Beat 1 cry you mercy, uncle.— By your grace's
pardon. [EiU Beatrice.

D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant spinled lady

Leon. '1 here's iiUle ui the melanclioly element
ha ber. my lurd : slie is never sad. but when slie
aleei* ; aiid not ev«r sad Uien ; for 1 have heanl
uty daughter say, she halh «iAen dreamed of an-
hMupineiis, and waked hentell with laughing.

1). Pedro. SUM cauiuil endure lo hear tell of a


LeoM. 0, by no means; she mocks all her
uoers oat ofsuit ^ ^

A Pidr9. She were an excellent wife for Beue-

«m. O Lrird. my lord, if I hey were xit a week
maired. they would lalk themselves mad.

D. I'td'-o Count Claudio, when mean you to go
lo nhnrrh T

Oaud. TiH morrow, my lord : Time goes os
cruKtbeH. till iuvu huve ail its riles.

Leon. Noi till Monday, my dear son, which m
heuce a just seven - night ; and a time too brief
too. to have all tilings answer my mind.

D. Pedio Oime. you sluike tiie head at so long
a breatliiug ; but I warrani lliee. Claudio, Uie ime
sliall no go dully by us; I w.U, m liie inter in,
undertake one i»f Hercules' labours ; wliich is, to
bring 6igiiiiir Bene iick and the Lady Beuir.ce
inio a tiiiiuntuin uf aflecliiMi. the one with the
oUier. 1 would fain have ii a match : and I duolrt.
nut but to fssliiou u. ii yoo three will hut minister
such asssuiiice as I sliail give you direction.

Lron My lord. I am for yoa, though it cost me
ten nights' waUhings.

Ctaud. And 1. my lord.

D Pedro. And you too. gentle HoroT

Hero I will do any mudesi office, my lord, to
helu my cousin to a good husband.

i). Pedro. And Benedick is nut the unhopeful*
lest husband that 1 know: thus fur oiiu 1 praise
him ; he is of a noble strain, of approved valour,

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