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Balth. O good my lord, tax not so bad a voice To tlander mufick any more than once.

Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection ;
I pray thee, fing; and let me woo no more.

Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will fing;
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes ;
Yet will he swear, he loves.

Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come;
Or if thou wilt hold longer argument,
Do it in notes.

Balth. Note this before my notes,
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

Pedro. Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks, Note, notes, forsooth, and noting.

Bene. Now, divine air; now is his soul ravilh'd ! is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of inens bodies ? weil, a horn for my money, when all's done.

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Balth. Sigh no more, ladies, figh no more,

Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never :
Then figh not so, but let them go,

And be you blith and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe

Into hey nony, nony.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,

Of dumps fo dull and heavy ;
The frauds of men were ever so,

Since summer was first leafy:
Then sigh not so, &c.
Pedro. By my troth, a good fong.
Balth. And an ill finger, my lord.

Pedro. Ha, no; no, faith ; thou fing'st well enough for a shift.

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Claud. O, ay ;

Bene. If he had been a dog, that should have howl'd thus, they would have hang'd him; and, I pray God, his bad voice bode no mischief: I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.

Pedro. Yea, marry, dost thou hear, Balthazar? I pray thee, get us some excellent musick; for to-morrow night we would have it at the lady Hero's chamberwindow. Balth. The best I can, my

lord.

[Exit Balthazar. Pedro. Do so: farewel. Come hither, Leonato ; what was it you told me of to day, that your Niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick?

talk on, stalk on, the fowl fits. I did never think, that lady would have loved any man.

Leon. No, nor I neither; but most wonderful, that she should so doat on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in ail outward behaviours seem'd ever to abhor.

Bene. Is’t poflible, fits the wind in that corner? [-Afide.

Leon. By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it; but that the loves him with an inraged affection, it is past the infinite of thought.

Pedro. May be, ne doth but counterfeit.
Claud. Faith, like enough.

Leon. O God! counterfeit? there was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion, as she discovers it.

Pedro. Why, what effects of passion Thews she?
Claud. Bait the hook well, this fih will bitc. [Aside.

Leon. What cífects, my lord? she will fit you, you heard my daughter tell you how.

Claud. She did, indeed.
Pedro. How, how, I pray you? you amaze me:

I would have thought, her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection.

Leon. I would have sworn, it had, my lord; especially againit Benedick.

Bene. [ Aside.] I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence. B 5

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Claud. He hath ta'en th’infection, hold it up. [ Aside. Pedro. Hath she made her afrection known to Benedick? Leon. No, and swears she never will; that's her torment.

Claud. "Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says: shall I, says she, that have so oft encounter'd him with scorn, write to him that I love him ?

Leon. This says she now, when she is beginning to write to him ; for she'll be up twenty times a night, and there will she fit in her smock, 'till she have writ a, fheet of paper; my daughter tells us all.

Claud. Now you talk of a sheet of paper, I remember a pretty jeit your daughter told us of.

Leon. 0,-when she had writ it, and was reading it over, she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet.

Claud. That,

Leon. (11) O, she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; railid at herself, that she should be so immodeft, to write to one that, the knew, wou'd flout her: I meafure him, says she, by my own spirit, for I should fout him if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls, weeps, fobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, prays, curses; 0 sweet Benedick! God give me patience!

Leon. She doth, indeed, my daughter fays fo; and the ecstasy hath so much overborn her, that my daughter is sometime afraid, she will do desperate outrage to herself; it is very true.

Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of it by some oiher, if she will not discover it.

Claud. To what end? he would but make a sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse.

Pedro. If he should, it were an Alms to hang him ;

(11) O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence;] i. e. into a thousand pieces of the same bigness. This is farther explain'a by a paslage in As you Like it ;

There were none principal; they were all like one another as half-pence are.

In both places the poet alludes to the old silver penny which had a crease running cross-wise over it, so that it might be broke into two or four equal pieces, tall-gence, or farthings.

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she's an excellent sweet lady, and (out of all suspicion) she is virtuous.

Claud. And she is exceeding wise.
Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick.

Leon. O my lord, wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory; I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

Pedro. I would, she had bestow'd this dotage on me; I would have dafft all other respects, and made her half myself; I pray you, tell Benedick of it; and hear what he will say.

Leon. Were it good, think you?

Claud. Hero thinks, surely she will die ; for she says, she will die if he love her not, and she will die ere she make her love known; and she will die if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath of her accustom'd crossness.

Pedro. She doth well; if she should make tender of her love, ’tis very possible, he'll scorn it; for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible fpirit.

Claud. He is a very proper man.
Pedro. He hath, indeed, a good outward happiness.
Claud. 'Fore God, and, in my

wise. Pedro. He doth, indeed, thew some sparks that are like wit.

Leon. And I take him to be valiant. Pedro. As Heĉtor, I assure you ; and in the managing of quarrels you may say he is wife ; for either he avoids them with great discretion, or undertakes them with a christian-like fear.

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

Pedro. And so will he do, for the man doth fear God, howioever it seems not in him, by some large jests, he will make. Well, I am sorry for your Niece : shall we go seek Benedick, and tell him of her love !

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

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Leon. Nay, that's impossible, she may wear her heart out firit.

Pedro. Well, we will hear further of it by your daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick well; and I could wish he would modestly examine himself to see how much he is unworthy to have so good a lady.

Leon. My Lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready.

Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will never trust my expectation.

[-Afide. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for her, and that must your daughter and her gentlewoman carry; the sport will be, when they hold an opinion of one another's dotage, and no such matter; that's the Scene that I would see, which will be merely a Dumb Show; let us send her to call him to dinner. [ Afide.] [Exeunt.

Benedick advances from the Arbour. Bene. This can be no trick, the conference was sadly born; they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady; it seems, her affections have the full bent. Love me! why, it muit be requited : I hear, how I ain censur'd; they say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the love come from her; they say too, that me will rather die than give any sign of affection. I did never think to marry

· I must not seem proud - happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending: they fay the lady is fair ; 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness: and virtuous; --'tis fo, I cannot reprove it: and wise, but for loving

by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly; for I will be horribly in love with her. -I may chance to have fome odd quirks and remnants of wit broken en me, because I have rail'd so long against marriage; but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his

age. Shall quipps and feniences, and these paper-bullets of the brain, awe a II. an from the career of his humour? no: the world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I fheuld live ’till I were marry’d. Here

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