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Bora. Sweet prince, let me go, no further to mine answer ; do
you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes : what your wisdoms could not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me contessing to this man, how Don John your brother incens'd me to slander the lady Hero; how you were brought into tlie orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's garments; how you disgrac'd her, when you should marry her: my villainy they have upon record ; which I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to my shame : the lady is dead upon mine and my master's false accusation; and briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain.
253 Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through your
blood ? Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'd it. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this ? Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of
it. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery :And fed he is
this villainy. Claud, Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear In the rare semblance that I lov'd it first.
261 Dogb. Come bring away the plaintiffs ; by this time our sexton hath reform’d signior Leonato of the matter : And masters do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass.
Verg. Here, here comes master Signior Leonato, and the sexton too.
Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexton.**
Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him, 1 may avoid him: which of these is he?
270 Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on
Bora. Yea, even I alone.
Leon? No, not so villain ; thou bely’st thyself;
Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,
Pedro. By my soul, nor I;
“ Can labour aught in sad invention,
Claud. O noble sir,
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming i
Bora. No, by my soul, she was not ; Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her.
Dogb. Moreover, sir (which, indeed, is not under white and black), this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembred in his punishment: And also, the watch heard them talk of one Deformed : “ they say, he wears a key in his “ ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money ", in God's pame; the which he hath us'd so long, and
never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and “ will lend nothing for God's sake :" Pray you, exa. mine him upon that point.
Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you. Leon. There's for thy pains.
330 Dogb. God save the foundation !
Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.
Dogb. I leave an errant knave with your worship; which, I beseech your worship, to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your worship; I wish your worship well; God restore you to health : I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wish'd, God prohibit it.-Come, neighbour.
340 “ Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewel. “ Ant. Farewel, my lords; we look for you to;
A Room in LEONATO's House.
Enter BENEDICK, and MARGARET, meeting. Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.
Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty ?
Bene, In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it.
Marg. To have no man come over me? why, shall I always keep below stairs ?
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth, it catches.
Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.
360 Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : “ I give thee the bucklers.”
“ Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of " our own.
“ Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put 's in the pikes with a vice ; and they are dangerous “ weapons for maids."
Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, " think hath legs." [ Exit MARGARET370 Bene. “ And therefore will corne.” [Sings.]