912847Prince By my troth a good song.

913848Balth. And an ill singer my lord.

914849Prince Ha, no no faith, thou singst wel enough for a shift.

916850Ben. And he had bin a dog that should haue howld thus,

917851they would haue hangd him, and I pray God his bad voice

918852bode no mischeefe, I had as liue haue heard the night-rauen,

919853come what plague could haue come after it.

921854Prince Yea mary, doost thou heare Balthasar? I pray thee

922855get vs some excellent musique: for to morow night we would

923856haue it at the ladie Heroes chamber window.

924857Balth. The best I can my lord.

925859Prince Do so, farewell. Come hither Leonato, what was

926860it you told mee of to day, that your niece Beatrice was in loue

927861with signior Benedicke?

928862Cla. O I, stalke on, stalk on, the foule sits. I did neuer think

929863that lady would haue loued any man.

930864Leo. No nor I neither, but most wonderful, that she should

931865so dote on signior Benedicke, whome she hath in all outward

932866behauiors seemd euer to abhorre.

933867Bene. Ist possible? sits the wind in that corner?

934868Leo. By my troth my Lord, I cannot tell what to thinke of

935869it, but that she loues him with an inraged affection, it is past the

936870infinite of thought.

937871Prince May be she doth but counterfeit.

938872Claud. Faith like enough.

939873Leon. O God! counterfeit? there was neuer counterfeit of

940874passion, came so neare the life of passion as she discouers it.