2168Win me and weare me, let him an
swere me,
  2169Come follow me boy, come 
sir boy, come follow me
  2170Sir boy, ile whip you from your foyning fence,
  2171Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
  2173Brot. Content your 
self, God knows I lou'd my neece,
  2174And 
she is dead, 
slander'd to death by villaines,
  2175That dare as well an
swer a man indeede,
  2176As I d are take a 
serpent by the tongue.
  2177Boyes, apes, braggarts, Iackes, milke-
sops.
  2178Leon. Brother 
 Anthony.
  2179Brot. Hold you content, what man? I know them, yea
  2180And what they weigh, euen to the vtmo
st scruple,
  2181Scambling, out-facing, fa
shion-monging boyes,
  2182That lye, and cog, and 
flout, depraue, and 
slander,
  2183Goe antiquely, and 
show outward hidiou
sne
sse,
  2184And 
speake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words,
  2185How they might hurt their enemies, if they dur
st.
  2187Leon. But brother 
 Anthonie.
  2188Ant. Come, 'tis no matter,
  2189Do not you meddle, let me deale in this.
  2190Pri. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience
  2191My heart is 
sorry for your daughters death:
  2192But on my honour 
she was charg'd with nothing
  2193But what was true, and very full of proofe.
  2194Leon. My Lord, my Lord.
  2195Prin. I will not heare you.
  2197Leo. No come brother, away, I will be heard.
  2199Bro. And 
shall, or 
some of vs will 
smart for it.
  2200Prin. See, 
see, here comes the man we went to 
seeke. 
  2201Clau. Now 
signior, what newes?
  2202Ben. Good day my Lord.
  2203Prin. Welcome 
signior, you are almo
st come to part
  2205Clau. Wee had likt to haue had our two no
ses 
snapt
  2206o
ff with two old men without teeth.
  2207Prin.  Leonato and his brother, what think'
st thou? had
  2208wee fought, I doubt we 
should haue beene too yong for
  2210Ben. In a fal
se quarrell there is no true valour, I came
  2212Clau. We haue beene vp and downe to 
seeke thee, for
  2213we are high proofe melancholly, and would faine haue it
  2214beaten away, wilt thou v
se thy wit?
  2215Ben. It is in my 
scabberd, 
shall I draw it?
  2216Prin. Doe
st thou weare thy wit by thy 
side?
  2217Clau. Neuer any did 
so, though verie many haue been
  2218be
side their wit, I will bid thee drawe, as we do the min
-  2219strels, draw to plea
sure vs.
  2220Prin. As I am an hone
st man he lookes pale, art thou
  2222Clau. What, courage man: what though care kil'd a
  2223cat, thou ha
st mettle enough in thee to kill care.
  2224Ben. Sir, I 
shall meete your wit in the careere, and
  2225you charge it again
st me, I pray you chu
se another 
sub
-  2227Clau. Nay then giue him another 
sta
ffe, this la
st was
  2229Prin. By this light, he changes more and more, I thinke
  2230he be angrie indeede.
  2231Clau. If he be, he knowes how to turne his girdle.
  2232Ben. Shall I 
speake a word in your eare?
  2233Clau. God ble
sse me from a challenge.
  2234Ben. You are a villaine, I ie
st not, I will make it good
  2235how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare:
  2236do me right, or I will prote
st your cowardi
se: you haue
  2237kill'd a 
sweete Ladie, and her death 
shall fall heauie on
  2238you, let me heare from you.
  2239Clau. Well, I will meete you, 
so I may haue good
  2241Prin. What, a fea
st, a fea
st?
  2242Clau. I faith I thanke him, he hath bid me to a calues
  2243head and a Capon, the which if I doe not carue mo
st cu
-  2244riou
sly, 
say my knife's naught, 
shall I not 
finde a wood
-  2246Ben. Sir, your wit ambles well, it goes ea
sily.
  2247Prin. Ile tell thee how 
 Beatrice prais'd thy wit the o
-  2248ther day: I 
said thou had
st a 
fine wit: true 
saies 
she, a 
fine
  2249little one: no 
said I, a great wit: right 
saies 
shee, a great
  2250gro
sse one: nay 
said I, a good wit: iu
st said 
she, it hurts
  2251no body: nay 
said I, the gentleman is wi
se: certain 
said
  2252she, a wi
se gentleman: nay 
said I, he hath the tongues:
  2253that I beleeue 
said 
shee, for hee 
swore a thing to me on
  2254munday night, which he for
swore on tue
sday morning:
  2255there's a double tongue, there's two tongues: thus did
  2256shee an howre together trans-
shape thy particular ver
-  2257tues, yet at la
st she concluded with a 
sigh, thou wa
st the
  2258propre
st man in Italie.
  2259Claud. For the which 
she wept heartily, and 
said 
shee
  2261Prin. Yea that 
she did, but yet for all that, and if 
shee
  2262did not hate him deadlie, 
shee would loue him dearely,
  2263the old mans daughter told vs all.
  2264Clau. All, all, and moreouer, God 
saw him vvhen he
  2265was hid in the garden.
  2266Prin. But when 
shall we 
set the 
sauage Bulls hornes
  2267on the 
sen
sible 
Benedicks head?
  2268Clau. Yea and text vnder-neath, heere dwells 
 Bene-  2269dicke the married man.
  2270Ben. Fare you well, Boy, you know my minde, I will
  2271leaue you now to your go
ssep-like humor, you breake
  2272ie
sts as braggards do their blades, which God be thank
-  2273ed hurt not: my Lord, for your manie courte
sies I thank
  2274you, I mu
st di
scontinue your companie, your brother
  2275the Ba
stard is 
fled from 
Messina: you haue among you,
  2276kill'd a 
sweet and innocent Ladie: for my Lord Lacke
-  2277beard there, he and I 
shall meete, and till then peace be
  2279Prin. He is in earne
st.
  2280Clau. In mo
st profound earne
st, and Ile warrant you,
  2281for the loue of Beatrice.
  2282Prin. And hath challeng'd thee.
  2283Clau. Mo
st sincerely.
  2284Prin. What a prettie thing man is, when he goes in his
  2285doublet and ho
se, and leaues o
ff his wit.
  
 2286 Enter Constable, Conrade, and Borachio.  
 2287Clau. He is then a Giant to an Ape, but then is an Ape
  2288a Do
ctor to 
such a man.
  2289Prin. But 
soft you, let me be, plucke vp my heart, and
  2290be 
sad, did he not 
say my brother was 
fled?
  2291Const. Come you 
sir, if iu
stice cannot tame you, 
shee
  2292shall nere weigh more rea
sons in her ballance, nay, and
  2293you be a cur
sing hypocrite once, you mu
st be lookt to.
  2294Prin. How now, two of my brothers men bound? 
 Bo-  2296Clau. Harken after their o
ffence my Lord.
  2297Prin. O
fficers, what o
ffence haue the
se men done?
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