Much Ado about Nothing by William Shakespeare
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Which I mistrusted not. Farewell therefore Hero.
Enter Benedicke. Ben. Count Claudio Clau. Yea, the same Ben. Come, will you goe with me? Clau. Whither? Ben. Euen to the next Willow, about your own businesse, Count. What fashion will you weare the Garland off? About your necke, like an Vsurers chaine? Or vnder your arme, like a Lieutenants scarfe? You must weare it one way, for the Prince hath got your Hero Clau . I wish him ioy of her Ben. Why that's spoken like an honest Drouier, so they sel Bullockes: but did you thinke the Prince wold haue serued you thus? Clau. I pray you leaue me Ben. Ho now you strike like the blindman, 'twas the boy that stole your meate, and you'l beat the post Clau. If it will not be, Ile leaue you. Enter. Ben. Alas poore hurt fowle, now will he creepe into sedges: But that my Ladie Beatrice should know me, & |
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