¶Prince Why what effects of pa
ssion
shewes
she?
¶Claud. Baite the hooke wel, this fi
sh will bite.
¶Leon. What effects my Lord?
she wil
sit you, you heard my
945daughter tell you how.
¶Prince How, how I pray you! you amaze me, I would haue
¶thought her
spirite had beene inuincible again
st all a
ssaults of
950Leo. I would haue
sworn it had, my lord, e
specially again
st
¶Bene. I
should think this a gull, but that the white bearded
¶fellow
speakes it: knauery cannot
sure hide him
self in
such re-
955Claud. He hath tane th'infection, hold it vp.
¶Prince Hath
shee made her affection knowne to Bene-
¶Leonato No, and
sweares
shee neuer will, thats her tor-
960Claudio Tis true indeed,
so your daughter
saies:
shall I,
saies
¶she, that haue
so oft encountred him with
scorne, write to him
¶Leo. This
saies
she now when
she is beginning to write to
¶him, for
sheel be vp twenty times a night, and there will
she
sit
965in her
smocke, til
she haue writ a
sheete of paper: my daughter
¶Clau. Now you talk of a
sheet of paper, I remember a prety
¶ie
st your daughter told of vs.
¶Leonato O when
she had writ it, and was reading it ouer,
she
970found Benedicke and Beatrice betweene the
sheete.
¶Leon. O
she tore the letter into a thou
sand halfpence, raild
¶at her
self, that
she
should be
so immode
st to write, to one that
¶she knew would flout her, I mea
sure him,
saies
she, by my own
975spirit, for I
should flout him, if he writ to me, yea thogh I loue
¶Clau. Then downe vpon her knees
she falls, weepes,
sobs,
¶beates her heart, teares her haire, prayes, cur
ses, O
sweet Bene-
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