Mar. Claps into Light a loue, (that goes without a burden,) do you sing it and Ile dance it Beat. Ye Light aloue with your heeles, then if your husband haue stables enough, you'll looke he shall lacke no barnes Mar. O illegitimate construction! I scorne that with my heeles Beat. 'Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, 'tis time you were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hey ho Mar. For a hauke, a horse, or a husband? Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H Mar. Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there's no more sayling by the starre Beat. What meanes the foole trow? Mar. Nothing I, but God send euery one their harts desire Hero. These gloues the Count sent mee, they are an excellent perfume Beat. I am stuft cosin, I cannot smell Mar. A maid and stuft! there's goodly catching of colde Beat. O God helpe me, God help me, how long haue you profest apprehension? Mar. Euer since you left it, doth not my wit become me rarely? Beat. It is not seene enough, you should weare it in your cap, by my troth I am sicke Mar. Get you some of this distill'd carduus benedictus and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing for a qualm Hero. There thou prick'st her with a thissell Beat. Benedictus, why benedictus? you haue some morall in this benedictus Mar. Morall? no by my troth, I haue no morall meaning, I meant plaine holy thissell, you may thinke perchance that I thinke you are in loue, nay birlady I am not such a foole to thinke what I list, nor I list not to thinke what I can, nor indeed, I cannot thinke, if I would thinke my hart out of thinking, that you are in loue, or that you will be in loue, or that you can be in loue: yet Benedicke was such another, and now is he become a man, he swore hee would neuer marry, and yet now in despight of his heart he eates his meat without grudging, and how you may be conuerted I know not, but me thinkes you looke with your eies as other women doe Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keepes Mar. Not a false gallop. Enter Vrsula. Vrsula. Madam, withdraw, the Prince, the Count, signior Benedicke, Don Iohn, and all the gallants of the towne are come to fetch you to Church Hero. Helpe me to dresse mee good coze, good Meg, good Vrsula. Enter Leonato, and the Constable, and the Headborough. Leonato. What would you with mee, honest neighbour? Const.Dog. Mary sir I would haue some confidence with you, that decernes you nearely Leon. Briefe I pray you, for you see it is a busie time with me Const.Dog. Mary this it is sir Headb. Yes in truth it is sir Leon. What is it my good friends? Con.Do. Goodman Verges sir speakes a little of the matter, an old man sir, and his wits are not so blunt, as God helpe I would desire they were, but infaith honest as the skin betweene his browes Head. Yes I thank God, I am as honest as any man liuing, that is an old man, and no honester then I