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Ant. Well, niece, (To Hero.] I trust, you will Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are ? be ruled by your father.

Bene. Not now. Beat. Yes, it is my cousin's duty to make courtesy, Beat. That I was disdainful, — and that I had iny and say, Father, as it please you : but yet for all good wit out of the Hundred Merry Tales; — Well, that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else this was signior Benedick that said so. make another courtesy, and say, Father, as it please Bene. What's he?

Beak I am sure, you know him well enough. Leon. Well, niece, I hope to see you one day Bene. Not I, believe me. fitted with a husband.

Beal. Did he never make you laugh? Beat. Not till men are made of some other metal Bene. I pray you, what is he? than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be Beat. Why, he is the prince's jester : a very dull overmaster'd with a piece of valiant dust ? to make fool; only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl ? none but libertines delight in him; and the comNo, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; mendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for and truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred. he both pleaseth men, and angers them, and then

Leon. Daughter, remember what I told you : if they laugh at him, and beat him. the prince do solicit you in that kind, you know Bene. When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him your answer.

Beat. The fault will be in the musick, cousin, if Beat. Do, do; he'll but break a comparison or you be not woo'd in good time : if the prince be two on me; which, peradventure, not marked, or too importante tell him, there is measure in every not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and thing, and so dance out the answer. For hear me, then there's a partridge' wing saved, for the fool will Hero; Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a eat no supper that night. [Musick within.] We Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace : the first must follow the leaders. suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as Bene. In every good thing. fantastical ; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave measure full of state and ancientry; and then them at the next turning. comes repentance, and, with his bad legs, falls into

[Dance. Then ereunt all but Don John, the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into

Borachio, and Claudio.

D.John. Sure, my brother is amorous on Hero, and Leon. Cousin, you apprehend passing shrewdly. hath withdrawn her father to break with him about

Beat. I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see ait: The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. church by day-light.

Bora. And that is Claudio ; I know him by his Leon. The revellers are entering; brother, make bearing. 9 food room.

D. John. Are not you signior Benedick ?

Claud. You know me well; I am he. Enter Don Pedro, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, BalTHAZAR; Don John, Borachio, Margaret, in his love ; he is enamoured on Hero; I pray you,

D. John. Signior, you are very near my brother URSULA, and olhers, masked.

dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth; D. Pedro. Lady, will you walk about with your you may do the part of an honest man in it. friend?

Claud. How know you he loves her? Hero. So you walk softly, and look sweetly, and

D. John. I heard him swear his affection. say nothing, 1 am yours for the walk : and, espe- Bora. So did I too; and he swore he would marry cially, when I walk away.

her to night. D. Pedro. With me in your company ?

D. John. Come, let us to the banquet. Hero. I may say so, when I please.

(Exeunt Don John and BORACHIO. D. Pedro. And when please you to say so ? Claud. Thus answer I in name of Benedick,

Hero. When I like your favour; for heaven But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio, – forbid the lute should be like the case !

'Tis certain so; – the prince wooes for himself. D. Pedro. My visor is Philemon's roof; within Friendship is constant in all other things, the house is Jove.

Save in the office and affairs of love : Hero. Why, then your visor should be thatch'd.

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; D. Pedro. Speak low, if you speak love.

Let every eye negotiate for itself,

[Takes her aside. And trust no agent: for beauty is a witch, Urs. I know you well enough ; you are signior Against whose charms faith melteth into blood. 1 Antonio.

This is an accident of hourly proof, Ant. At a word, I am not.

Which I mistrusted not: Farewell therefore, Hero! Urs. I know you by the waggling of your head. Ant. To tell you true, I counterfeit him.

Re-enter BENEDICK. Urs. You could never do him so ill-well, unless

Bene. Count Claudio ? you were the very man : Here's his dry hand up and

Claud. Yea, the same. down; you are he, you are he.

Bene. Come, will you go with me? Ant. At a word, I am not,

Claud. Whither? Urs. Come, come ; do you think I do not know

Bene. Even to the next willow, about your own you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? business, count. What fashion will you wear the Go to, mum, you are he: graces will appear, and garland of ? About your neck, like an usurer's there's an end.

chain ? or under your arm, like a lieutenant's scarf? Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so ?

You must wear it one way, for the prince hath got Bene. No, you shall pardon me. 8 Importunate.

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Claud. I wish him joy of her.

| than hold three words' conference with this harpy: Bene. Why, that's spoken like an honest drover, i You have no employment for me? so they sell bullocks. But did you think, the prince

D. Pedro. None, but to desire your good company. would have served


Bene. O sir, here's a dish I love not; I cannot
Claud. I pray you, leave me.

endure my lady Tongue.

[Erit. Bene. Ho! now you strike like the blind man; D. Pedro. Come, lady, come; you have lost the 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat heart of signior Benedick.

Beat. Indeed, my lord, he lent it me a while; and Claud. If it will not be, l'll leave you. [Erit. I give him use for it, a double heart for his single

Bene. Alas, poor hurt fowl! Now will the creep one: marry, once before, he won it of me with false into sedges.

But, that my lady Beatrice should | dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost
know me, and not know me! The prince's fool! - it. I have brought count Claudio, whom you sent
Ha, it may be, I go under that title, because I am me to seek.
merry. — Yea; but so; I am apt to do myself wrong: D. Pedro. Why, how now, count? wherefore are
I am not so reputed : it is the base, the bitter dis- you sad ?
position of Beatrice, that puts the world into her Claud. Not sad, my lord.
person, and so gives me out. Well, I'll be re. D. Pedro. How then? Sick ?
venged as


Claud. Neither, my lord.

Beat. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor
Re-enter Don Pedro.

merry, nor well: but civil, count; civil as an D. Pedro. Now, signior, where's the count? Did orange, and something of that jealous complexion.

D. Pedro. l’faith, lady, I think your blazon to be Bene. Troth, my lord, I have played the part of true ; though, I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit lady Fame.

I found him here as melancholy as a is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, lodge in a warren; I told him, and, I think, I told and fair Hero is won ; I have broke with her father, him true, that your grace had got the good will of and his good will obtained: name the day of marthis young lady; and I offered him my company to riage, and God give thee joy ! a willow-tree, either to make him a garland, as being

Leon. Count, take of me my daughter, and with forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, to be whipped.

and all grace say Amen to it! D. Pedro. To be whipped! What's his fault?

Beat. Speak, count, 'tis your cue. 3 Bene. The flat transgression of a school-boy; who,

Claud. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows it

were but little happy, if I could say how much. his companion, and he steals it.

Lady, as you are mine, I am yours; I give away D. Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. The transgression is in the stealer.

Beat. Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his Bene. Yet it had not been amiss, the rod had been mouth with a kiss, and let hiin not speak, neither. made, and the garland too; for the garland he might

D. Pedro. In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. have worn himself; and the rod he might have be

Beat. Yea, my lord, I thank it, poor fool, it keeps stow'd on you, who, as I take it, have stoln his

on the windy side of care : - My cousin tells him bird's nest.

in his ear, that he is in her heart. D. Pedro. I will but teach them to sing, and re

Claud. And so she doth, cousin. store them to the owner.

Beat. Good lord, for alliance! - Thus goes every Bene. If their singing answer your saying, by my one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I faith, you say honestly. D. Pedro. The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to band.

may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh ho! for a husyou; the gentleman that danced with her, told her,

D. Pedro. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. she is much wronged by you.

Beat. Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you? Bene. O, she misused me past the endurance of a

D. Pedro. Will you have me, lady ? block; an oak, but with one green leaf on it, would

Bent. No, my lord, unless I might have another have answered her; my very visor began to assume for working days ; your grace is too costly to wear life, and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I

every day: - But, I beseech your grace, pardon had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; that

me: I was born to speak all mirth and no matter. I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon D. Pedro. Your silence most offends me, and to jest, with such impossible conveyance, upon me, be merry best becomes you; for out of question, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army you were born in a merry hour. shooting at me: She speaks poniards, and every word stabs : she would have made Hercules have then there was a star danced, and under that was I

Beat. No, sure, my lord, my mother cry'd; but turned spit; yea, and have cleft his club to make born. Cousins, God give you joy! the fire too. Come, talk not of her.

Leon. Niece, will you look to those things I told Re-enter Claudio, Beatrice, Leonato, and HERO. you of?

Beat. I cry you mercy, uncle. - - By your grace's D. Pedro. Look, here she comes.


[Erit BeatrICE. Bene. Will your grace command me any service D. Pedro. By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand Leon. There's little of the melancholy element now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send in her, my lord : she is never sad, but when she me on: I will fetch you a toothpicker now from the sleeps : and not ever sad then ; for I have heard farthest inch of Asia: bring you the length of Prester my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unJohn's foot; fetch you a hair off the great Cham's happiness, and waked herself with laughing. beard; do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather 2 Interest,

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D. Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a the renowned Claudio (whose estimation do you husband.

mightily hold up) to a contaminated person, such a Leon. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers one as Hero. out of suit.

D. John. What proof shall I make of that ? D. Pedro. She were an excellent wife for Be- Bora. Proof enough to misuse the prince, to ver nedick.

Claudio, to undo Hero, and kill Leonato : Look Leon. O, my lord, if they were but a week mar- you for any other issue ? ried, they would talk themselves mad.

D. John. Only to despite them, I will endeavour D. Pedro. Count Claudio, when mean you to go any thing. to church?

Bora. Go then, find me a meet hour to draw don Claud. To-morrow, my lord: Time goes on Pedro and the count Claudio, alone: tell them, crutches, till love have all his rites.

that you know that Hero loves me ; intend 6 a kind Leon. Not till Monday, my dear son, which is of zeal both to the prince and Claudio, as — in love hence a just seven-night; and a time too brief too, of your brother's honour who hath made this match; to have all things answer my mind.

and his friend's reputation, who is thus like to be D. Pedro. Come, you shake the head at so long cozened with the semblance of a maid, — that you a breathing; but, I warrant thee, Claudio, the time have discovered thus. They will scarcely believe shall not go dully by us; I will, in the interim, this without trial : offer them instances; which shall undertake one of Hercules' labours; which is, to bear no less likelihood, than to see me at her chambring signior Benedick and the lady Beatrice into ber-window; hear me call Margaret, Hero ; hear a mountain of atlection, the one with the other. I Margaret term me Borachio ; and bring them to would fain have it a match; and I doubt not but see this, the very night before the intended wedto fashion it, if you three will but minister such as- ding : for, in the mean time, I will so fashion the sistance as I shall give you direction.

matter, that Hero shall be absent; and there shall Lcon. My lord, I am for you, though it cost me appear such seeming truth of Hero's disloyalty, that ten nights' watchings.

jealousy shall be call'd assurance, and all the preClaud. And I, my lord.

paration overthrown. D. Pedro. And you too, gentle IIcro?

D. John. Grow this to what adverse issue it can, Hero. I will do any modest office, my lord, to I will put it in practice: Be cunning in the workhelp my cousin to a good husband.

ing this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. D. Pedro. And Benedick is not the unhopefullest Bora. Be you constant in the accusation, and my husband that I know: thus far can I praise him; cunning shall not shame me. he is of a noble strain 4, of approved valour, and D. John. I will presently go learn their day of confirmed honesty. I will teach you how to humour marriage.

[Exeuni. your cousin, that she shall fall in love with Benedick : — and I, with your two helps, will so practise SCENE III. - Leonato's Garden. on Benedick, that, in despite of his quick wit and

Enter BENEDICK and a Boy. his queasy 5 stomach, he shall fall in love with Beatrice. If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an

Bene. Boy, archer; his glory shall be ours, for we are the only

Boy. Signior.
Jove-gods. Go in with me, and I will tell you my it hither to me in the orchard.

Bene. In my chamber-window lies a book ; bring drift.


Boy. I am here already, sir. SCENE II. – Another Room in Leonato's House.

Bene. I know that; - but I would have thee

hence, and here again. (Exit Boy.] - I do much Enter Don John and BorachIO.

wonder, that one man, seeing how much another D. John. It is so; the count Claudio shall marry man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviours to the daughter of Leonato.

love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow Bora. Yea, my lord; but I can cross it. follies in others, become the argument of his own 1). John. Any bar, any cross, any impediment scorn by falling in love : And such a man is Clauwill be medicinable to me: I am sick in displeasure dio. I have known, when there was no musick to him; and whatsoever comes athwart his affection, with him but the drum and fife ; and now had he ranges evenly with mine. Ilow canst thou cross rather hear the tabor and the pipe: I have known, this marriage ?

when he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see Bora. Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights that no dishonesty shall appear in me.

awake carving the fashion of a new doublet. He D. John. Show me briefly how.

was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an Bora. I think, I told your lordship, a year since, honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turn'd how much I am in the favour of Margaret, the orthographer; his words are a very fantastical ban. waiting.gentlewoman to Hero.

quet, just so many strange dishes. May I be so D. John. I remember.

converted, and see with these eyes ? I cannot tell ; Bora. I can, at any unscasonable instant of the I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may night, appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber-transform me to an oyster ; but I'll take my oath window.

on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall D. John. What life is in that, to be the death of never make me such a fool. One woman is fair; this marriage ?

yet I am well: another is wise; yet I am well: Bora. The poison of that lies in you to temper. another virtuous; yet I am well : but till all graces Go you to the prince your brother; spare not to tell be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my him, that he hath wronged his honour in marrying grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain ; wise, or 4 Lineage. 5 Fasidious.

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I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, D. Pedro. Yea, marry ; [To Claudio.] - Dost
or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near; thou hear, Balthazar? I pray thee, get us some ex-
noble, or not I for an angel ; of good discourse, an cellent musick ; for to-morrow night we would have
excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what it at the lady Hero's chamber-window.
colour it pleases. Ha! the prince and monsieur Balth. The best I can, my lord.
love! I will hide me in the arbour. [Withdraw's. D. Pedro. Do so: farewell. [Ereunt BALTHAZAR

and musick.] Come hither, Leonato : What was it Enter Don Pedro, LEONATO, and Claudio.

you told me of to-day? that your niece Beatrice D. Pedro. Come, shall we hear this musick ? was in love with signior Benedick ? Claud. Yea, my good lord : How still the Claud. O, ay;

Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl evening is,

sits. (Aside to Pedro.] I did never think that As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony !

lady would have loved any man. D. Pedro. See you where Benedick hath hid him- Lron. No, nor I neither ; but most wonderful, self?

that she should so dote on signior Benedick, whom Claud. O, very well, my lord : the musick ended, she hath in all outward behaviours seemed ever to We'll fit the kid-fox with a penny-worth.


Bene. Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner ?
Enter BALTHAZAR with musick.

[ Aside. D. Pedro. Come, Balthazar, we'll hear that song

Leon. By my trotlı, my lord, I cannot tell what to again.

think of it;

but that she loves him with an enraged Balth. () good my lord, tax not so bad a voice affection, - it is past the infinite of thought. To slander musick any more than once.

D. Pedro. May be, she doth but counterfeit. D. Pedro. It is the witness still of excellency,

Claud. 'Faith, like enough. To put a strange face on his own perfection :

Leon. Counterfeit! There never was counterfeit I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more. of passion came so near the life of passion, as she Balth. Because you talk of wooing, I will sing :

discovers it. Since many a wooer doth commence his suit

D. Pedro. Why, what effects of passion shows she? To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes;

Claud. Bait the hook well; this fish will bite. Yet will he swear, he loves.

[Aside. D. Pedro. Nay, pray thee, come :

Lem. What effects, my lord! She will sit you Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,

You heard my daughter tell you how.
Do it in notes.

Claud. She did, indeed.
Note this before my notes,

D. Pedro. How, how, I pray you? You amaze
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. me: I would have thought her spirit had been in-
D. Pedro. Why these are very crotchets that he vincible against all assaults of afiection.
speaks ;

Leon. I would have sworn it had, my lord ; es-
Note, notes, forsooth, and noting! [Musick. pecially against Benedick.

Bene. Now, Divine air! now is his soul ravishd! Pene. [Aside.) I should think this a gull, but

- Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale that the white-bearded fellow speaks it: knavery souls out of men's bodies? Well, a horn for my cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. money, when all's done,

Claud. He hath ta'en the infection; hold it up.

[ Aside.

D. Pedro. Hath she made her affection known

to Benedick? Baltu. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Leon. No; and swears she never will : that's her
Men were deceivers ever ;

One foot in sea, and one on shore ;

Claud. 'Tis true, indeed; so your daughter says :
To one thing constant never :

Shall I, says she, that have so oft encounter'd him
Then sigh nol so,

with scorn, write to him that I love him?
But let them go,

Leon. This says she now when she is beginning
And be you blilhe and bonny :

to write to him: for she'll be up twenty times a
Converting all your sounds of woe

night; and there will she sit till she have writ a Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

sheet of paper :

– my daughter tells us all. Then II.

will she tear the letter into a thousand half-pence; Sing no more ditties, sing no mo7

rail at herself, that she should write to one that she

knew would flout her: I measure him, says she, by
Of dumps so dull and heary;
The fraud of men was ever so,

my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ lo
Since summer first was leary.

me ; yea, though I love him, I should. Then sigh not so, &c.

Claud. Then down upon her knees she falls,

weeps, sobs, beats her heart, tears her hair, and D. Pedro. By my troth, a good song.

cries, ( sweet Benedick! Balth. And an ill singer, my lord.

Leon. She doth, indeed; my daughter says so: D. Pedro. Ha? no; no, faith; thou singest well and the ecstasy bath so much overborne her, that enough for a shift.

my daughter is sometime afraid she will do a desBene. [Aside.] An he had been a dog, that perate outrage to herself: It is should have howled thus, they would have hanged

D. Pedro. It were good, that Benedick knew of bim; and, I pray heaven, his bad voice bode no it by some other, if she will not discover it. mischief! I had as lief have heard the night-raven, Claud. To what end? He would but make a come what plague could have come after it.

sport of it, and torment the poor lady worse. 7 More.

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him: She's an excellent sweet lady; and, out of all | matter ; that's the scene that I would see, which suspicion, she is virtuous.

will be merely a dumb show. Let us send her to Claud. And she is exceeding wise.

call him in to dinner.

[Aside. D. Pedro. In every thing, but in loving Benedick. [Ereunt Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Leonato.

Leon. I am sorry for her, as I have just cause, being her uncle and her guardian.

BENEDICK advances from the Arbour. D. Pedro. I would she had bestowed this dotage Bene. This can be no trick: The conference was on me; I would have daff'd 8 all other respects, sadly borne.' — They have the truth of this from and made her half myself: I pray you, tell Benedick Hero. They seem to pity the lady; it seems, her of it, and lear what he will say.

affections have their full bent. Love me! why, it Leon. Were it good, think you ?

must be requited. I hear how I am censured: they Claud. Hero thinks surely, she will die : for she say, I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive the says, she will die if he love her not; and she will love come from her; they say too, that she will radie ere she makes her love known; and she will die ther die than give any sign of affection. – I did if he woo her, rather than she will bate one breath never think to marry: – I must not seem proud : of her accustomed crossness.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and D. Pedro, She doth well: if she should make can put them to mending. They say, the lady is tender of her love, 'tis very possible he'll scorn it; fair; 'tis a truth I can bear them witness : and virfor the man, as you know all, hath a contemptuous tuous ; — 'tis so, I cannot reprove it ; and wise, but spirit.

for leving me: – - By my troth, it is no addition to Claud. He is a very proper man.

her wit;

; - nor no great argument of her folly, for D. Pedro. He hath indeed a good outward hap- I will be horribly in love with her. - I may chance piness.

have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken Claud. And in my mind, very wise.

on me, because I have railed so long against marD. Perlro. He doth, indeed, show some sparks riage : - But doth not the appetite alter? A man that are like wit.

loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure Leon. And I take him to be valiant.

in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these D. Pedro. As Hector, I assure you: and in the paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the managing of quarrels you may say he is wise ; for career of his humour ? No: The world must be either he avoids them with great discretion, or un- peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I dertakes them with a most Christian-like fear. did not think I should live till I were married. —

Leon. If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady: peace; if he break the peace, he ought to enter into I do spy some marks of love in her. * quarrel with fear and trembling. D. Pedro. And so will he do; for the man doth

Enter BEATRICE. fear God. Well, I am sorry for your niece : Shall Beat. Against my will, I am sent to bid you come we go see Benedick, and tell him of her love ? in to dinner.

Claud. Never tell him, my lord; let her wear it Bene. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. out with good counsel.

Beat. I took no more pains for those thanks, than Leon. Nay, that's impossible ; she may wear her you take pains to thank me; if it had been painful heart out first.

I would not have come. D. Pedro. Well, we'll hear further of it by your Bene. You take pleasure in the message ? daughter; let it cool the while. I love Benedick Beat. Yea, just so much as you may take upon a well; and I could wish he would modestly examine knife's point, and choke a daw withal : - You have himself, to see how much he is unworthy so good a no stomach, signior; fare you well. (Erit. lady.

Bene. Ha! Against my will, I am sent to bid you Leon. My lord, will you walk ? dinner is ready. come to dinner — there's a double meaning in that,

Claud. If he do not dote on her upon this, I will I took no more pains for those thanks, than you took never trust my expectation.

(Aside. pains to thank me - that's as much as to say, Any D. Pedro. Let there be the same net spread for pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks: - If her; and that must your daughter and her gentle- I do not take pity of her, I am a villain ; if I do not woman carry. The sport will be, when they hold love her, I am a Jew: I will go get her picture. one an opinion of another's dotage, and no such


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