¶sweeete Lady, and her death
shall fall heauie on you, let me
¶Claud. Well I wil meet you,
so I may haue good cheare.
¶Prince What, a fea
st, a fea
st?
¶Claud. I faith I thanke him he hath bid me to a calues head
¶& a capon, the which if I doe not carue mo
st curiou
sly,
say my
¶kniffe's naught,
shall I not find a woodcocke too?
¶Bened. Sir your wit ambles well, it goes ea
sily.
¶Prince Ile tell thee how Beatrice prai
sd thy witte the other
¶day: I
said thou had
st a fine witte, true
said
she, a fine little one:
¶no
said I, a great wit: right
saies
she, a great gro
sse one: nay
said
2250I, a good wit, iu
st
said
she, it hurts no body: nay
said I, the gen-
¶tleman is wi
se: certaine
said
she, a wi
se gentleman: nay
said I, he
¶hath the tongues: that I beleeue
said
shee, for he
swore a thing
¶to mee on munday night, which hee for
swore on tue
sday mor-
¶ning, theres a double tongue theirs two tongues, thus did
shee
¶an houre together trans-
shape thy particular vertues, yet at la
st
¶she
cōcluded with a
sigh, thou wa
st the proper
st man in Italy.
¶Claud. For the which
shee wept heartily and
saide
she ca-
¶Prince Yea that
she did, but yet for all that, and if
she did
¶not hate him deadly,
she would loue him dearely, the old mans
¶Claud. All all, and moreouer, God
sawe him when he was
¶Prince But when
shall we
set the
sauage bulles hornes one
¶the
sen
sible Benedicks head?
¶Clau. Yea and text vnder-neath, here dwells Benedick the
2270Bened. Fare you wel, boy, you know my minde, I wil leaue
¶you now to your go
ssep-like humor, you breake ie
sts as brag-
¶gards do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not: my
¶Lord, for your many courti
sies I thanke you, I mu
st di
sconti-
¶nue your company, your brother the ba
stard is fled from Me
ssina:
2275you haue among you, kild a
sweet and innocent lady: for
¶my Lord Lacke-beard, there hee and I
shal meet, and till then
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