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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11991	Much adoe about nothing As it hath been sundrie times publikely acted by the right honourable, the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by William Shakespeare.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1600 (1600)	STC 22304; ESTC S111188	44,730	74

wish him ioy of her Bened. Why that 's spoken like an honest Drouier so they sell bullockes but did you thinke the Prince would haue serued you thus Claudio I pray you leaue me Benedicke Ho now you strike like the blindman t was the boy that stole your meate and you le beate the post Claudio If it will not be I le leaue you exit Benedicke Alas poore hurt foule now will hee creepe into sedges but that my Ladie Beatrice should know me and not know mee the princes foole hah it may be I goe vnder that title because I am merry yea but so I am apte to doe my selfe wrong I am not so reputed it is the base though bitter disposition of Beatrice that puts the world into her person and so giues me out well I le be reuenged as I may Enter the Prince Hero Leonato Iohn and Borachio and Conrade Pedro Now signior where 's the Counte did you see him Benedicke Troth my lord I haue played the part of Ladie Fame I found him heere as melancholy as a Lodge in a Warren I tolde him and I thinke I tolde him true that your grace had got the goodwil of this yoong Lady and I offred him my company to a willow tree either to make him a garland as being forsaken or to binde him vp a rod as being worthie to bee whipt Pedro To be whipt what 's his fault Benedicke The flatte transgression of a Schoole-boy who being ouer-ioyed with finding a birds nest shewes it his companion and he steales it Pedro Wilt thou make a trust a transgression the transgression is in the stealer Benedicke Yet it had not beene amisse the rodde had beene made the garland too for the garland he might haue worn himselfe and the rodde he might haue bestowed on you who as I take it haue stolne his birds nest Pedro I wil but teach them to sing and restore them to the owner Benedicke If their singing answer your saying by my faith you say honestly Pedro The ladie Beatrice hath a quarrell to you the Gentleman that daunst with her told her shee is much wrongd by you Bened. O shee misusde me past the indurance of a blocke an oake but with one greene leafe on it would haue answered her my very visor beganne to assume life and scold with her she tolde me not thinking I had beene my selfe that I was the Princes iester that I was duller than a great thawe huddleing iest vpon iest with such impossible conuciance vpon me that I stoode like a man at a marke with a whole army shooting at me she speakes poynyards and euery word stabbes if her breath were as terrible as her terminations there were no liuing neere her shee would infect to the north starre I woulde not marry her though shee were indowed with al that Adam had left him before he transgrest she would haue made Hercules haue turnd spit yea and haue cleft his club to make the fire too come talke not of her you shall find her the infernall Ate in good apparell I would to God some scholler woulde coniure her for certainely while she is heere a man may liue as quiet in hell as in a sanctuarie and people sinne vpon purpose because they would goe thither so indeede all disquiet horrour and perturbation followes her Enter Claudio and Beatrice Pedro Looke heere she comes Benedicke Will your grace command me any seruice to the worldes end I will go on the slightest arrand now to the Antypodes that you can deuise to send mee on I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the furthest inch of Asia bring you the length of Prester Iohns foot fetch you a haire off the great Chams beard doe you any embassage to the Pigmies rather than holde three words conference with this harpy you haue no imployment for me Pedro None but to desire your good company Benedicke O God sir heere 's a dish I loue not I cannot indure my Ladie Tongue exit Pedro Come Lady come you haue lost the heart of signior Benedicke Beatrice Indeed my Lord he lent it me awhile and I gaue him vse for it a double heart for his single one mary once before he wonne it of me with false dice therefore your grace may well say I haue lost it Pedro You haue put him downe Lady you haue put him downe Beatrice So I would not he should do me my Lord lest I should prooue the mother of fooles I haue brought Counte Claudio whom you sent me to seeke Pedro Why how now Counte wherefore are you sad Claudio Not sad my Lord. Pedro How then sicke Claudio Neither my Lord. Beatrice The Counte is neither sad nor sicke nor merry nor well but ciuill Counte ciuil as an orange and something of that iealous complexion Pedro I faith Lady I think your blazon to be true though I le be sworne if he be so his conceit is false heere Claudio I haue wooed in thy name and faire Hero is won I haue broke with her father and his good will obtained name the day of marriage and God giue thee ioy Leonato Counte take of me my daughter and with her my fortunes his grace hath made the match and all grace say Amen to it Beatrice Speake Counte t is your Qu. Claudio Silence is the perfectest Herault of ioy I were but little happy if I could say how much Lady as you are mine I am yours I giue away my selfe for you and doate vpon the exchange Beat. Speake cosin or if you cannot stop his mouth with a kisse and let not him speake neither Pedro Infaith lady you haue a merry heart Beatr. Yea my lord I thanke it poore foole it keepes on the windy side of Care my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in her heart Clau. And so she doth coosin Beat. Good Lord for aliance thus goes euery one to the world but I and I am sun-burnt I may sit in a corner and crie heigh ho for a husband Pedro Lady Beatrice I will get you one Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting hath your grace ne re a brother like you your father got excellent husbands if a maide coulde come by them Prince Will you haue me lady Beatr. No my lord vnles I might haue another for working-daies your grace is too costly to weare euery day but I beseech your grace pardon me I was born to speake all mirth and no matter Prince Your silence most offends me and to be merry best becomes you for out a question you were borne in a merry hower Beatr. No sure my lord my mother cried but then there was a starre daunst and vnder that was I borne cosins God giue you ioy Leonato Neece will you looke to those things I tolde you of Beat I crie you mercy vncle by your graces pardon exit Beatrice Prince By my troth a pleasant spirited lady Leon. There 's little of the melancholy element in her my lord she is neuer