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"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 tooth-ach patiently ; However they have writ the style of Gods, And made a pit 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’It reason; nay, I will do so.
Enter Don Pedro, and Claudio.
Leon. Some hafte, 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,
Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
Leon. Tulli, tush, man, never Heer and jest at me;
And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days,
Claud. My villany?
Leon. My lord, my lord,
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed;
Ant. Content yourself; God knows, I lov’d my niece; And she is dead, flander'd to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue.
(24) Canft thou so daffe me? -] This is a country word, Mr. Pope tells us, signifying, daunt. It may be so; but that is not the exposition heie: To daffe, and coffe are fynonomous terms, that mean, to f off: which is the very sense requir’d liere, and what Leonato would reply, upon Claudio's saying, he would have nothing to do with him. So Hotjjur, in the i Henr. IV.
Where is his son,
And bid it, pass? i. e. put it aside; neglected all confiderations of the world. Dofte is too perpetual in our author, to nced any quotations in procf of it.
Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops !
Ant. Hold you content; what, man? I know them, yea,
Leon. But, brother Anthony,
Ant. Come, 'tis no matter;
Pedro. Gentlemen buth, we will not wake your patience,
Leon. My lord, my lord-
Pedro. Welcome, Signior; you are almost come to part almost a fray.
Claud: We had like to have had our two noses snapt off with two old men without teeth.
Pedro, Leonato and his brother; what think'At thou? had we fought, I doubt, we should have been too young for them.
(25) And (peak of half a dozen dangerous words,] These editors are perfons of unmatchable indelence, that can't afford to add a fingle letter 10 retrieve common fe nie. To Speak off, as I have refom'd the text, is to throw out boldly, with an citentation of bravery, &c. So in Twclfib-night; A terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang'd off :
Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour: I came to seek
both, Claud. We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away : wilt thou use thy wit?
Bene. It is in my scabbard ; shall I draw it?
Claud. Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale: art thou fick or angry?
Claud. What! courage, man: what tho' care kill'd a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, if you charge it against me.--I pray you, chuse another subject.
Claud. Nay, then give him another staff; this last was broke cross.
Pedro. By this light, he changes more and more : I think, he be angry, indeed.
Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.
Bene. You are a villain ; I jest not. I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare. Do me right, or I will protest your cowardise. You have kill'd a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me hear from you.
Claud. 'Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer.
Pedro. What, a feast?
Claud. I' faith, I thank him ; he hath bid me to a calves-head and a capon, the which if I do not carve, most curiously, say, my knife’s naught. Shall I not find a woodcock too?
Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. Pedro. I'll tell thee, how Beatrice prais'd thy wit the other day; I said, thou hadft a fine wit; right, says she, a fine little one; no, said I, a great wit; juft, said the, a great gross one; nay, said I, a good wit; juft, faid
the, it hurts no body; nay, said I, the gentleman is wise ; certain, said the, a wise gentleman; nay, said ), he hath the tongues; that I believe, said the, for he fwore a thing to me on Monday night, which he for(wore on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue, there's two tongues. Thus did she an hour together tranf-hape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, she concluded with a ligh, thou waft the properest man in Italy.
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said the car'd not.
Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet for all that, and if he did not hate him deadly, she would love hiin dearly; the old man's daughter told us all.
Claud. All, all; and moreover, God jaw hiin when lie was hid in the gardir.
Pedro. But when thall we set the favage buil's horns on the sensible Benedick's head?
Claud. Yea, and text underncath, Here dwells Bence dick ve married man.
Bere. Fare you well, boy, you know my mind; I will leave you now to your gosip-like hunour; you break jeits as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thank'd, hurt not. My lord, for your many courtetic3 I thank you; I must discontinue your company; your brother the bastard is Aed from Mefina; you have among you killed a sweet and innocent lady. For my lord lack-beard there, he and I shall mcet; and 'till then, peace be with hiin.
(Exit Benedick. Pedro. He is in earnest.
Claud. In most profound earnct, and, I'll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.
Pedro. And hath challeng'd thee?
Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Enter Dogberry, Verges, Conrade and Borachio
gwarded. Claud. He is then a giant to an ape ; but then is an ape a doctor to such a inan, VoL, II.