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Beat. Benedictus ? why Benedi&tus ? you have some moral in this Benedictus.
Marg. Moral ? no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning, I meant plain holy-thistle: you may think, perchance, that I think you are in love; nay, birlady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I lift not to think what I can ; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart out with thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love: yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man; he fwore, he would never marry; and yet now, in despight of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging; and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks, you look with your eyes as other women do.
Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keeps ?
Ursu. Madam, withdraw; the Prince, the Count, Signior Benedick, Don John, and all the Gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church.
Hero. Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.
SCENE, another Apartment in Leonato's House.
Enter Leonato, with Dogberry and Verges. Leon. 17 HAT would you with me, honest neigh
bour? Dogb. Marry, Sir, I would have some confidence with you that decerns you nearly.
Leon. Brief, I pray you; for, you see, 'tis a busy time with me.
Dogb. Marry, this it is, Sir.
Dogb. Goodman Verges, Sir, speaks a little of the matter; an old man, Sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were, but, in faith, as honest as the skin between his brows.
Verg. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.
Dogb. Comparisons are odorous; palabras, neighbour Verges.
Leon. Neigbours, you are tedious.
Dogb. It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor Duke's officers; but, trnly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a King, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
Leon. All thy tediousness on me, ha?
Dogb. Yea, and 'twere a thousand times more than 'tis, for I hear as good exclamation on your worship as of any man in the city; and though I be but a poor man, I am glad to hear it.
Verg. And so am I.
Verg. Marry, Sir, our Watch to night, excepting your worship's presence, hath ta’en a couple of as arrant knaves as any in Messina.
Dogb. A good old man, Sir; he will be talking, as they say; when the age is in, the wit is out; God help us, it is a world to fee: well said, i'faith, neighbour Verges, well, he's a good man; an two men ride an horse, one must ride behind; an honest soul, i'faith, Sir, by my troth he is, as ever broke bread, but God is to be worship’d; all men are not alike, alas, good neighbour!
Leon. Indeed, neighbour, he comes too short of you.
you. Dogb. One word, Sir; our Watch have, indeed, comprehended two auspicious persons; and we would have them this morning examin'd before your worship.
Leon. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me; I am now in great haste, as may appear unto you.
Dogb. It shall be fuffigance.
Enter a Melenger.
Leon. I'll wait upon them. I am ready. [Ex. Leon.
Doyb. Go, good Partner, go get you to Francis Seacoale, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the jail ; we are now to examine those men.
Berg: And we must do it wisely. Doçb. We will spare for no wit, I warrant; here's That shall drive some of them to a non-come. Only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet ine at the jail.
А ст IV.
Enter Don Pedro, Don John, Leonato, Friar, Claudio,
Benedick, Hero, and Beatrice.
form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties-afterwards.
Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?
Friar. Lady, you come hither to be marry'd to this Count?
Hero. I do.
Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoin'd, I charge you on your fouls to utter it.
Claud. Know you any, Hero?
Claud. O what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do!
Bene. How now! Interjections? why, then some be of laughing, as ha, ha, he!
Claud. Stand thee by, friar: father, by your leave; Will you with free and unconstrained soul Give me this maid your daughter?
Leon. As freely son, as God did give her me.
Claud. And what have I to give you back, whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift?
Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again.
Claud. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulnels: There, Leonato, take her back again ; Give not this rotten orange to your friend. She's but the sign and semblance of her honour : Beh ld, how like a maid the blushes here! O, what authority and shew of truth Can cunning fin cover itself withal ! Comes not that blood, as inodeit evidence, To witness fimple virtue? would you not swear, All you that fee her, that she were a maid, By these exterior shews ? but she is none: She knows the heat of a luxurious bed ; Her bluth is guiltiness, not modesty.
Leon. What do you mean, my Lord ?
Claud. Not to be marry'd,
Leon. Dear my Lord, if you in your own approof (16)
[her, Claud. I know what you would say: if I have known
(16) Dear my Lord, if you in your own Proof,] I am surpriz'd, the poetical editors did not observe the lameness of this verse. It evidenily wants a syllable in the last foot, which I have restor’d by a word, which, I presume, the first editors might hesitate at; tho'it is a very proper one, and a word elsewhere used by our author. Antb. and Cleop.
Sifter, prove such a wife
Shall pass on thy Approof.
You'll say, she did embrace me as a husband,
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you !
Claud. Out on thy Seeming! I will write against it;
blood Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals That rage in favage sensuality.
Hero. Is my Lord well, that he doth speak fo wide ?
Pedro. What should I speak?
about To link my dear friend to a common Stale.
Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?
Claud. Leonato, stand I here?
Leon. I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.
Hero. O God defend me, how am I beset! What kind of catechizing call you this?
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name.
Hero. Is it not Hero? who can blot that name
Claud. Marry, that can Hero ;