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that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheate winded in my foreheat, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me; becauíe I will not do them the Wrong to miftruit any, I will do myself the Right to trust none; and the fine is, (for the which I may go the finer,) I will live a bachelor.

Pedro. I shall see thee, ere I die, look pale with love.

Bene. With anger, with fickness, or with hunger, my lord, not with love : prove, that ever I lose more blood with love, than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen, and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the fign of blind Cupid.

Pedro. Well, if ever thou doft fall from this faith, Thou wilt prove a notable argument.

Bene. If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat, and shoot at me ; and he that hits me, let him be clapt on the shoulder, and callid Adam. (3)

Pedro. Well, as time shall try ; in time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

Bene. The favage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns, and set them in my forehead, and let me be vilely painted;

(3) And be that bits me, let him be clap'd on the Shoulder, and called Adam.] But why should he therefore be call’d Adam ? Perhaps, by a Quotation or two we may be able to trace the Poet's Allusion here. In Law-Tricks, or, Who would have bought it, (a Comedy written by Yohn Day, and printed in 1608) I find this Speech,

I have beard, Old Adam was an horiji Man, and a good Gardiner ; ivved Lettice well, Salads and Cabbage reasonable well, yer 1:0 Tobacco ;

- Again, Adam Bell, a substantial Outlaw, and a palling good Archer, yet 710 Tobaconist,

By this it appears, that Adam Bell at that time of day was of Reputation for his Skill at the Bow. I find him again inentioned in a Burieique Poem of Sir William Davenant's, called, The long Vacasiun in London: and had I the Convenience of consulting Ascham's Foxpiilus, I might probably grow fiill better acquainted with his

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and in such great letters as they write, Here is good Horse to hire, let them signify under my Sign, Here you may jee Benedick the marry'd man.

Claud. If this thould ever happen, thou would't be horn-mad.

Pedro, Nay, if Cupid hath not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this fhortly.

Bene. I look for an earthquake too then.

Pedro., Well, you will temporize with the hours; in the mean time, good Signior Benedick, repair to Lesnato's, commend me to him, and tell him I will not fail him at fupper; for indeed, he hath made great preparation.

Bent. I have almost matter enough in me for such an embassage, and so I commit you

Claud. To the tuition of God; from my house, if I had it,

Pedro. The fixth of July, your loving friend, Benedick.

Bene. Nay, mock not, mock not; the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but flightly bafted on neither : ere you fiout old ends any further, examine your conscience, and so

[Exit. Claud. My Liege, your Highness now may do me good. Pedro. My love is thine to teach, teach it but how, .nd thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

Claud. Hath Leonato any son, my lord ?

Pedro. No child but Hero, she's his only heir á
Doft thou affect her, Claudio?

Claud. O my lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye ;
That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love;
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant ; in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate Desires,

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I leave you

All prompting me how fair young Hero is ;
Saying, I lik’d her ere I went to wars.

Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
And tire the hearer with a book of words :
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it,
And I will break with her, and with her Father:
And thou shalt have her : was't not to this end,
That thou began'st to twift fo fine a story?

Claud. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complection !
But left my liking might too sudden feem,
I would have falv'd it with a longer treatise.

Pedro. What need the bridge much broader than the flood
The faireft grant is the neceffity;
Look, what will serve, is fit ; 'tis once, thou lov'ft;
And I will fit thee with a remedy.
I know, we shall have revelling to-night;
I will assume thy part in some disguise,
And tell fair Hero I am Claudio ;
And in her bosom I'll unclafp my heart,
And take her hearing prisoner with the force
And strong encounter of my amorous tale:
Then, after, to her father will I break;
And the conclusion is, the shall be thine ;
In practice let us put it presently.

[Exeunt. Re-enter Leonato and Antonio.

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Leo. How now, Brother, where is

my fon? hath he provided this musick?

Ant. He is very busy about it; but, brother, I can tell you news that you yet dream'd not of.

Leon. Are they good ?

Ant. As the event ftamps them, but they have a good cover; they show well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in my orchard, were thus over-heard by a man of mine : The Prince discover'd to Claudio, that he lov'd my niece your daughter, and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance ; and if he found her accordant, he meant

to take the present time by the top, and instantly break with you of it.

Leon. Hath the fellow any wit, that told you this ?

Ant. A good sharp fellow; I will send for him, and queftion him yourself.

Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream, 'till it appear itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may be the better prepared for answer, if peradventure this be true ; go you and tell her of it : Coufin, you know what you have to do. [Several cross the Stage here.] O, I cry you mercy, friend, go you with me and I will use your skill; good Cousin, have a care this busy cime

Exeunt.

SCENE changes to an Apartment in

Leonato's Houfe.

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Enter Don John and Conrade. Conr. 7 Hat the goo-jer, my lord, why are you

thus out of measure fad ? John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.

Conr. You should hear reason.

John. And when I have heard it, what Blessing bringeth it?

Conr. If not a present remedy, yet a patient sufferance.

John. I wonder, that thou (being, as thou say'ft thou art, born under Saturn) goeft about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief: I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jefts : eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

Conr. Yea, but you muft not make the full show of this, 'till you may do it without controlement you have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath ta'en you newly into his grace, where it is impossible

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you should take root, but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the season for your own harvest.

John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to be disdain'd of all, than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any : in this, (though I cannot be said to be a flattering honeft man) it must not be deny'd but I am a plain-dealing villain;

I am trusted with a muzzel, and infranchised with a clog, therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage: if I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the mean time let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me. Conr. Can you make no use of your

discontent? John. I will make all use of it, for I use it only, Who comes here? what news, Borachio?

Enter Borachio. Bora, I came yonder from a great fupper; the Prince, your brother, is royally entertain’d by Leonato, and I can give you intelligence of an intended marriage.

John. Will it ferve for any model to build mischief on? what is he for a fool, that betroths himself to unquietness?

Bora. Marry, it is your brother's right hand.
John. Who, the most exquisite Claudio ?
Bora. Even he.

John. A proper Squire ! and who? and who ? which way

looks he? Bora. Marry, on Hero, the daughter and heir of Leonato,

John. A very forward March chick ! How come you to know this?

Bora. Being entertain'd for a perfumer, as I was fmoaking a musty room, comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in fad conference: I whipt behind the Arras, and there heard it agreed upon, that the Prince should woo Hero for himself; and having obtained her, give her to Count Claudio. John. Come, come, let us thither, this may prove

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