166: _contemptible_] _contemptuous_ Hanmer. 169: _Before_] Q. _’Fore_ Ff. 172: Claud.] Q. Leon. Ff. 174: _say_] Q. _see_ Ff. 175: _most_] Q. om. Ff. 177–182: Leon. _If he...make._] Put into the margin as spurious by Pope. 177: _a’ must_] _a must_ Q Ff. _he must_ Rowe. 183: _seek_] Q. _see_ Ff. 184: _wear_] _wait_ Rowe (ed. I). 190: _see_] _shew_ Rowe (ed. I). 191: _unworthy_] Q. _unworthy to have_ Ff. 196: _gentlewomen_] Q. _gentlewoman_ Ff. 197: _one an opinion of another’s_] _an opinion of one another’s_ Pope. 200: _in to_] Q F4. _into_ F1 F2 F3. _to_ Rowe (ed. I). 201: SCENE X. Pope. 204: _their_] Q. _the_ Ff. 214: _have_] _to have_ Rowe. 215: _remnants_] Q F1. _remains_ F2 F3 F4. 217: _youth...age_] _age...youth_ Collier MS. 224: _in to_] _into_ F3. 225: _dinner_] See note (XV). 232: _knife’s_] Pope. _knives_ Q Ff. _choke_] _not choke_ Collier MS. 235: _in to_] _into_ F1. 238: _is_] _are_ Hanmer. ~~~~~ ACT III. SCENE I. LEONATO’S _garden_. _Enter_ HERO, MARGARET, _and_ URSULA. _Hero._ Good Margaret, run thee to the parlour; There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice Proposing with the prince and Claudio: Whisper her ear, and tell her, I and Ursula Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse 5 Is all of her; say that thou overheard’st us; And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen’d by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter; like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride 10 Against that power that bred it: there will she hide her, To listen our propose. This is thy office; Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. _Marg._ I’ll make her come, I warrant you, presently. [_Exit._ _Hero._ Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, 15 As we do trace this alley up and down, Our talk must only be of Benedick. When I do name him, let it be thy part To praise him more than ever man did merit: My talk to thee must be, how Benedick 20 Is sick in love with Beatrice. Of this matter Is little Cupid’s crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay. _Enter_ BEATRICE, _behind_. Now begin; For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. 25 _Urs._ The pleasant’st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait: So angle we for Beatrice; who even now Is couched in the woodbine coverture. 30 Fear you not my part of the dialogue. _Hero._ Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it. [_Approaching the bower._ No, truly, Ursula, she is too disdainful; I know her spirits are as coy and wild 35 As haggerds of the rock. _Urs._ But are you sure That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?