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Con。 And thought they Margaret was Hero？
Bora。 Two of them did； the Prince and Claudio； but the devil my
master knew she was Margaret； and partly by his oaths； which first
possess'd them； partly by the dark night； which did deceive them； but
chiefly by my villany； which did confirm any slander that Don John had
made； away went Claudio enrag'd； swore he would meet her； as he was
appointed； next morning at the temple； and there； before the whole
congregation； shame her with what he saw o'ernight and send her home
again without a husband。
2。 Watch。 We charge you in the Prince's name stand！
1。 Watch。 Call up the right Master Constable。 We have here recover'd
the most dangerous piece of lechery that ever was known in the
commonwealth。
2。 Watch。 And one Deformed is one of them。 I know him； 'a wears a
lock。
Con。 Masters； masters
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1。 Watch。 You'll be made bring Deformed forth； I warrant you。
Con。 Masters
2。 Watch。 Never speak； we charge you。 Let us obey you to go with us。
Bora。 We are like to prove a goodly commodity； being taken up of
these men's bills。
Con。 A commodity in question； I warrant you。 Come； we'll obey you。
＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE IV。
A Room in Leonato's house。
＇Enter Hero； and Margaret and Ursula。＇
Hero。 Good Ursula； wake my cousin Beatrice and desire her to rise。
Urs。 I will； lady。
Hero。 And bid her come hither。
Urs。 Well。 ＇Exit。＇
Marg。 Troth； I think your other rebato were better。
Hero。 No； pray thee； good Meg； I'll wear this。 Marg。 By my troth； 's
not so good； and I warrant your cousin will say so。
Hero。 My cousin's a fool； and thou art another。 I'll wear none but this。
Marg。 I like the new tire within excellently； if the hair were a thought
browner； and your gown's a most rare fashion； i' faith。 I saw the Duchess
of Milan's gown that they praise so。
Hero。 O； that exceeds； they say。
Marg。 By my troth； 's but a nightgown in respect of yourscloth…o'…
gold and cuts； and lac'd with silver； set with pearls down sleeves； side…
sleeves； and skirts； round underborne with a blush tinsel。 But for a fine；
quaint； graceful； and excellent fashion； yours is worth ten on't。
Hero。 God give me joy to wear it！ for my heart is exceeding heavy。
Marg。 'Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man。
Hero。 Fie upon thee！ art not ashamed？
Marg。 Of what； lady？ of speaking honourably？ Is not marriage
honourable in a beggar？ Is not your lord honourable without marriage？ I
think you would have me say； 'saving your reverence； a husband。' An bad
thinking do not wrest true speaking； I'll offend nobody。 Is there any harm
in 'the heavier for a husband'？ None； I think； an it be the right husband and
the right wife。 Otherwise 'tis light； and not heavy。 Ask my Lady Beatrice
else。 Here she comes。
＇Enter Beatrice。＇
Hero。 Good morrow； coz。
Beat。 Good morrow； sweet Hero。
Hero。 Why； how now？ Do you speak in the sick tune？
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Beat。 I am out of all other tune； methinks。
Marg。 Clap's into 'Light o' love。' That goes without a burden。 Do you
sing it； and I'll dance it。
Beat。 Yea； 'Light o' love' with your heels！ then； if your husband have
stables enough； you'll see he shall lack no barnes。
Marg。 O illegitimate construction！ I scorn that with my heels。
Beat。 'Tis almost five o'clock； cousin； 'tis time you were ready。 By my
troth； I am exceeding ill。 Hey…ho！
Marg。 For a hawk； a horse； or a husband？
Beat。 For the letter that begins them all； H。
Marg。 Well； an you be not turn'd Turk； there's no more sailing by the
star。
Beat。 What means the fool； trow？
Marg。 Nothing I； but God send every one their heart's desire！
Hero。 These gloves the Count sent me； they are an excellent perfume。
Beat。 I am stuff'd； cousin； I cannot smell。
Marg。 A maid； and stuff'd！ There's goodly catching of cold。
Beat。 O； God help me！ God help me！ How long have you profess'd
apprehension？
Marg。 Ever since you left it。 Doth not my wit become me rarely？
Beat。 It is not seen enough。 You should wear it in your cap。 By my
troth； I am sick。
Marg。 Get you some of this distill'd carduus benedictus and lay it to
your heart。 It is the only thing for a qualm。
Hero。 There thou prick'st her with a thistle。
Beat。 Benedictus？ why benedictus？ 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；
by'r lady； I am not such a fool to think what I list； nor I list not to think
what I can； nor indeed I cannot think； if I would think my heart out of
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 swore he would never marry； and yet now in despite of his heart he
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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？
Marg。 Not a false gallop。
＇Enter Ursula。＇
Urs。 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。
＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE V。
The hall in Leonato's house。
＇Enter Leonato and the Constable ＇Dogberry＇ and the
Headborough＇verges。＇
Leon。 What would you with me； honest neighbour？
Dog。 Marry； sir； I would have some confidence with you that decerns
you nearly。
Leon。 Brief； I pray you； for you see it is a busy time with me。