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Bora. Sir, I say to you we are none. `
` Dog. Well, stand aside. Fore God, they are both in a tale. `
` Have you writ down that they are none? `
` Sex. Master Constable, you go not the way to examine. You must `
` call `
` forth the watch that are their accusers. `
` Dog. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch come `
` forth. `
` Masters, I charge you in the Prince's name accuse these men. `
` 1. Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John the Prince's `
` brother `
` was a villain. `
` Dog. Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat `
` perjury, `
` to call a prince's brother villain. `
` Bora. Master Constable-- `
` Dog. Pray thee, fellow, peace. I do not like thy look, I `
` promise `
` thee. `
` Sex. What heard you him say else? `
` 2. Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don `
` John `
` for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully. `
` Dog. Flat burglary as ever was committed. `
` Verg. Yea, by th' mass, that it is. `
` Sex. What else, fellow? `
` 1. Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to `
` disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. `
` Dog. O villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into everlasting `
` redemption `
` for this. `
` Sex. What else? `
` Watchmen. This is all. `
` Sex. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John `
` is `
` this morning secretly stol'n away. Hero was in this manner `
` accus'd, in this manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this `
` suddenly died. Master Constable, let these men be bound and `
` brought to Leonato's. I will go before and show him their `
` examination. [Exit.] `
` Dog. Come, let them be opinion'd. `
` Verg. Let them be in the hands-- `
` Con. Off, coxcomb! `
` Dog. God's my life, where's the sexton? Let him write down the `
` Prince's officer coxcomb. Come, bind them.--Thou naughty `
` varlet! `
` Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. `
` Dog. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my `
` years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But, `
` masters, `
` remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet `
` forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full `
` of `
` piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness. I am a `
` wise `
` fellow; and which is more, an officer; and which is more, a `
` householder; and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as `
` any `
` is in Messina, and one that knows the law, go to! and a rich `
` fellow enough, go to! and a fellow that hath had losses; and `
` one `
` that hath two gowns and everything handsome about him. Bring `
` him `
` away. O that I had been writ down an ass! `
` Exeunt. `
` `
` `
` `
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` `
` ACT V. Scene I. `
` The street, near Leonato's house. `
` `
` Enter Leonato and his brother [ Antonio]. `
` `
` Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself, `
` And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief `
` Against yourself. `
` Leon. I pray thee cease thy counsel, `
` Which falls into mine ears as profitless `
` As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel, `
` Nor let no comforter delight mine ear `
` But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. `
` Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, `
` Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, `
` And bid him speak to me of patience. `
` Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, `
` And let it answer every strain for strain, `
` As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, `
` In every lineament, branch, shape, and form. `
` If such a one will smile and stroke his beard, `
` Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem' when he should groan, `
` Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk `
` With candle-wasters--bring him yet to me, `
` And I of him will gather patience. `
` But there is no such man; for, brother, men `
` Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief `
` Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, `
` Their counsel turns to passion, which before `
` Would give preceptial medicine to rage, `
` Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, `
` Charm ache with air and agony with words. `
` No, no! 'Tis all men's office to speak patience `
` To those that wring under the load of sorrow, `
` But no man's virtue nor sufficiency `
` To be so moral when he shall endure `
` The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel. `
` My griefs cry louder than advertisement. `
` Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. `
` Leon. I pray thee peace. I will be flesh and blood; `
` For there was never yet philosopher `
` That could endure the toothache patiently, `
` However they have writ the style of gods `
` And made a push at chance and sufferance. `
` Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself. `
` Make those that do offend you suffer too. `
` Leon. There thou speak'st reason. Nay, I will do so. `
` My soul doth tell me Hero is belied; `
` And that shall Claudio know; so shall the Prince, `
` And all of them that thus dishonour her. `
` `
` Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. `
` `
` Ant. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. `
` Pedro. Good den, Good den. `
` Claud. Good day to both of you. `
` Leon. Hear you, my lords! `
` Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. `
` Leon. Some haste, my lord! well, fare you well, my lord. `
` Are you so hasty now? Well, all is one. `
` Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. `
` Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, `
` Some of us would lie low. `
` Claud. Who wrongs him? `
` Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou! `
` Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; `
` I fear thee not. `
` Claud. Mary, beshrew my hand `
` If it should give your age such cause of fear. `
` In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. `
` Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me `
` I speak not like a dotard nor a fool, `
` As under privilege of age to brag `
` What I have done being young, or what would do, `
` Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, `
` Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me `
` That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by `
` And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days, `
` Do challenge thee to trial of a man. `
` I say thou hast belied mine innocent child; `
` Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, `
` And she lied buried with her ancestors- `
` O, in a tomb where never scandal slept, `
` Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany! `
` Claud. My villany? `
` Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say. `
` Pedro. You say not right, old man `
` Leon. My lord, my lord, `
` I'll prove it on his body if he dare, `
` Despite his nice fence and his active practice, `
` His May of youth and bloom of lustihood. `
` Claud. Away! I will not have to do with you. `
` Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd my child. `
` If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. `
` And. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed `
` But that's no matter; let him kill one first. `
` Win me and wear me! Let him answer me. `
` Come, follow me, boy,. Come, sir boy, come follow me. `
` Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence! `
` Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. `
` Leon. Brother-- `
` Ant. Content yourself. God knows I lov'd my niece, `
` And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, `
` That dare as well answer a man indeed `
` As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. `
` Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops! `
` Leon. Brother Anthony-- `
` Ant. Hold you content. What, man! I know them, yea, `
` And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple, `
` Scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, `
` That lie and cog and flout, deprave and slander, `
` Go anticly, show outward hideousness, `
` And speak off half a dozen dang'rous words, `
` How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst; `
` And this is all. `
` Leon. But, brother Anthony-- `
` Ant. Come, 'tis no matter. `
` Do not you meddle; let me deal in this. `
` Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience. `
` My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; `
` But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing `
`
` Dog. Well, stand aside. Fore God, they are both in a tale. `
` Have you writ down that they are none? `
` Sex. Master Constable, you go not the way to examine. You must `
` call `
` forth the watch that are their accusers. `
` Dog. Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch come `
` forth. `
` Masters, I charge you in the Prince's name accuse these men. `
` 1. Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John the Prince's `
` brother `
` was a villain. `
` Dog. Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat `
` perjury, `
` to call a prince's brother villain. `
` Bora. Master Constable-- `
` Dog. Pray thee, fellow, peace. I do not like thy look, I `
` promise `
` thee. `
` Sex. What heard you him say else? `
` 2. Watch. Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don `
` John `
` for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully. `
` Dog. Flat burglary as ever was committed. `
` Verg. Yea, by th' mass, that it is. `
` Sex. What else, fellow? `
` 1. Watch. And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to `
` disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. `
` Dog. O villain! thou wilt be condemn'd into everlasting `
` redemption `
` for this. `
` Sex. What else? `
` Watchmen. This is all. `
` Sex. And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John `
` is `
` this morning secretly stol'n away. Hero was in this manner `
` accus'd, in this manner refus'd, and upon the grief of this `
` suddenly died. Master Constable, let these men be bound and `
` brought to Leonato's. I will go before and show him their `
` examination. [Exit.] `
` Dog. Come, let them be opinion'd. `
` Verg. Let them be in the hands-- `
` Con. Off, coxcomb! `
` Dog. God's my life, where's the sexton? Let him write down the `
` Prince's officer coxcomb. Come, bind them.--Thou naughty `
` varlet! `
` Con. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. `
` Dog. Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my `
` years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But, `
` masters, `
` remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet `
` forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full `
` of `
` piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness. I am a `
` wise `
` fellow; and which is more, an officer; and which is more, a `
` householder; and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as `
` any `
` is in Messina, and one that knows the law, go to! and a rich `
` fellow enough, go to! and a fellow that hath had losses; and `
` one `
` that hath two gowns and everything handsome about him. Bring `
` him `
` away. O that I had been writ down an ass! `
` Exeunt. `
` `
` `
` `
` `
` <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM `
` SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS `
` PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY `
` WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE `
` DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS `
` PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED `
` COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY `
` SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> `
` `
` `
` `
` ACT V. Scene I. `
` The street, near Leonato's house. `
` `
` Enter Leonato and his brother [ Antonio]. `
` `
` Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself, `
` And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief `
` Against yourself. `
` Leon. I pray thee cease thy counsel, `
` Which falls into mine ears as profitless `
` As water in a sieve. Give not me counsel, `
` Nor let no comforter delight mine ear `
` But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. `
` Bring me a father that so lov'd his child, `
` Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, `
` And bid him speak to me of patience. `
` Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, `
` And let it answer every strain for strain, `
` As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, `
` In every lineament, branch, shape, and form. `
` If such a one will smile and stroke his beard, `
` Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem' when he should groan, `
` Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk `
` With candle-wasters--bring him yet to me, `
` And I of him will gather patience. `
` But there is no such man; for, brother, men `
` Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief `
` Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, `
` Their counsel turns to passion, which before `
` Would give preceptial medicine to rage, `
` Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, `
` Charm ache with air and agony with words. `
` No, no! 'Tis all men's office to speak patience `
` To those that wring under the load of sorrow, `
` But no man's virtue nor sufficiency `
` To be so moral when he shall endure `
` The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel. `
` My griefs cry louder than advertisement. `
` Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ. `
` Leon. I pray thee peace. I will be flesh and blood; `
` For there was never yet philosopher `
` That could endure the toothache patiently, `
` However they have writ the style of gods `
` And made a push at chance and sufferance. `
` Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself. `
` Make those that do offend you suffer too. `
` Leon. There thou speak'st reason. Nay, I will do so. `
` My soul doth tell me Hero is belied; `
` And that shall Claudio know; so shall the Prince, `
` And all of them that thus dishonour her. `
` `
` Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. `
` `
` Ant. Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. `
` Pedro. Good den, Good den. `
` Claud. Good day to both of you. `
` Leon. Hear you, my lords! `
` Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. `
` Leon. Some haste, my lord! well, fare you well, my lord. `
` Are you so hasty now? Well, all is one. `
` Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man. `
` Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, `
` Some of us would lie low. `
` Claud. Who wrongs him? `
` Leon. Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou! `
` Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword; `
` I fear thee not. `
` Claud. Mary, beshrew my hand `
` If it should give your age such cause of fear. `
` In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. `
` Leon. Tush, tush, man! never fleer and jest at me `
` I speak not like a dotard nor a fool, `
` As under privilege of age to brag `
` What I have done being young, or what would do, `
` Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head, `
` Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me `
` That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by `
` And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days, `
` Do challenge thee to trial of a man. `
` I say thou hast belied mine innocent child; `
` Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, `
` And she lied buried with her ancestors- `
` O, in a tomb where never scandal slept, `
` Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany! `
` Claud. My villany? `
` Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say. `
` Pedro. You say not right, old man `
` Leon. My lord, my lord, `
` I'll prove it on his body if he dare, `
` Despite his nice fence and his active practice, `
` His May of youth and bloom of lustihood. `
` Claud. Away! I will not have to do with you. `
` Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd my child. `
` If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. `
` And. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed `
` But that's no matter; let him kill one first. `
` Win me and wear me! Let him answer me. `
` Come, follow me, boy,. Come, sir boy, come follow me. `
` Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence! `
` Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. `
` Leon. Brother-- `
` Ant. Content yourself. God knows I lov'd my niece, `
` And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, `
` That dare as well answer a man indeed `
` As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. `
` Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops! `
` Leon. Brother Anthony-- `
` Ant. Hold you content. What, man! I know them, yea, `
` And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple, `
` Scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, `
` That lie and cog and flout, deprave and slander, `
` Go anticly, show outward hideousness, `
` And speak off half a dozen dang'rous words, `
` How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst; `
` And this is all. `
` Leon. But, brother Anthony-- `
` Ant. Come, 'tis no matter. `
` Do not you meddle; let me deal in this. `
` Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience. `
` My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; `
` But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing `
`