22372135sweeete Lady, and her death shall fall heauie on you, let me

22382136heare from you.

22392137Claud. Well I wil meet you, so I may haue good cheare.

22412138Prince What, a feast, a feast?

22422139Claud. I faith I thanke him he hath bid me to a calues head

22432140& a capon, the which if I doe not carue most curiously, say my

22442141kniffe's naught, shall I not find a woodcocke too?

22462142Bened. Sir your wit ambles well, it goes easily.

22472143Prince Ile tell thee how Beatrice praisd thy witte the other

22482144day: I said thou hadst a fine witte, true said she, a fine little one:

22492145no said I, a great wit: right saies she, a great grosse one: nay said

22502146I, a good wit, iust said she, it hurts no body: nay said I, the gen-

22512147tleman is wise: certaine said she, a wise gentleman: nay said I, he

22522148hath the tongues: that I beleeue said shee, for he swore a thing

22532149to mee on munday night, which hee forswore on tuesday mor-

22542150ning, theres a double tongue theirs two tongues, thus did shee

22562151an houre together trans-shape thy particular vertues, yet at last

22572152she cõcluded with a sigh, thou wast the properst man in Italy.

22592153Claud. For the which shee wept heartily and saide she ca-

22602154red not.

22612155Prince Yea that she did, but yet for all that, and if she did

22622156not hate him deadly, she would loue him dearely, the old mans

22632157daughter told vs all.

22642158Claud. All all, and moreouer, God sawe him when he was

22652159hid in the garden.

22662160Prince But when shall we set the sauage bulles hornes one

22672161the sensible Benedicks head?

22682162Clau. Yea and text vnder-neath, here dwells Benedick the

22692163married man.

22702164Bened. Fare you wel, boy, you know my minde, I wil leaue

22712165you now to your gossep-like humor, you breake iests as brag-

22722166gards do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not: my

22732167Lord, for your many courtisies I thanke you, I must disconti-

22742168nue your company, your brother the bastard is fled from Messina:

22752169you haue among you, kild a sweet and innocent lady: for

22762170my Lord Lacke-beard, there hee and I shal meet, and till then

22772171peace be with him.

H3 Prince