about Nothing.
15531466Beat. For the letter that begins them al, H.
15541467Mar. Wel, and you be not turnde Turke, theres no more
15561469Beat. What meanes the foole trow?
15571470Mar. Nothing I, but God
send euery one their hearts de
- 15591472Hero The
se gloues the Counte
sent me, they are an excel
- 15611474Beat. I am
stuft co
sin, I cannot
smell.
15621475Mar. A maide and
stuft! theres goodly catching of
15641477Beat. O God help me, God help me, how long haue you
15661479Mar. Euer
since you left it, doth not my wit become me
15681481Beat. It is not
seene enough, you
should weare it in your
15701483Mar. Get you
some of this di
still'd
carduus benedictus,
15711484and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing for a qualme.
15721485Hero There thou prick
st her with a thi
ssel.
15731486Beat. Benedictus, why
benedictus? you haue
some moral in this
15751488Mar. Morall? no by my troth I haue no morall meaning,
15761489I meant plaine holy thi
ssel, you may thinke perchaunce that I
15771490think you are in loue, nay birlady I am not
such a foole to think
15781491what I li
st, nor I li
st not to thinke what I can, nor indeed I can
15791492not think, if I would thinke my heart out of thinking, that you
15801493are in loue, or that you will be in loue, or that you can be in
15811494loue: yet Benedicke was
such another, and now is he become a
15821495man, he
swore he would neuer marry, and yet now in di
spight
15831496of his heart he eates his meate without grudging, and how you
15851497may be conuerted I know not, but me thinkes you looke with
15871499Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keepes?
15881500Marg. Not a fal
se gallop.
Enter Vrsula. 15901501Vrsula Madame withdraw, the prince, the Count,
signior
15911502Benedicke, Don Iohn, and all the gallants of the towne are
F2 come