149: [Starting out upon them. Capell. 153: _the_] Q F1 F2. _a_ F3 F4. 159–161: Con. _Masters,_—First Watch. _Never...us._] Theobald. Con. _Masters, never...us._ Q Ff. ~~~~~ SCENE IV. HERO’S _apartment_. _Enter_ HERO, MARGARET, _and_ URSULA. _Hero._ Good Ursula, wake my cousin Beatrice, and desire her to rise. _Urs._ I will, lady. _Hero._ And bid her come hither. _Urs._ Well. [_Exit._ 5 _Marg._ Troth, I think your other rabato were better. _Hero._ No, pray thee, good Meg, I’ll wear this. _Marg._ By my troth’s not so good; and I warrant your cousin will say so. _Hero._ My cousin’s a fool, and thou art another: I’ll 10 wear none but this. _Marg._ I like the new tire within excellently, if the hair were a thought browner; and your gown’s a most rare fashion, i’ faith. I saw the Duchess of Milan’s gown that they praise so. 15 _Hero._ O, that exceeds, they say. _Marg._ By my troth’s but a night-gown in respect of yours,—cloth o’ gold, and cuts, and laced with silver, set with pearls, down sleeves, side sleeves, and skirts, round underborne with a bluish tinsel: but for a fine, quaint, 20 graceful and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on’t. _Hero._ God give me joy to wear it! for my heart is exceeding heavy. _Marg._ ’Twill be heavier soon by the weight of a man. _Hero._ Fie upon thee! art not ashamed? 25 _Marg._ Of what, lady? of speaking honourably? Is not marriage honourable in a beggar? Is not your lord honourable without marriage? I think you would have me say, ‘saving your reverence, a husband:’ an bad thinking do not wrest true speaking, I’ll offend nobody: is there any 30 harm in ‘the heavier for a husband’? None, I think, an it be the right husband and the right wife; otherwise ’tis light, and not heavy: ask my Lady Beatrice else; here she comes. _Enter_ BEATRICE. _Hero._ Good morrow, coz. _Beat._ Good morrow, sweet Hero. 35 _Hero._ Why, how now? do you speak in the sick tune? _Beat._ I am out of all other tune, methinks. _Marg._ Clap’s into ‘Light o’ love;’ that goes without a burden: do you sing it, and I’ll dance it. _Beat._ Ye light o’ love, with your heels! then, if your 40 husband have stables enough, you’ll see he shall lack no barns. _Marg._ O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels. _Beat._ ’Tis almost five o’clock, cousin; ’tis time you 45 were ready. By my troth, I am exceeding ill: heigh-ho! _Marg._ For a hawk, a horse, or a husband? _Beat._ For the letter that begins them all, H. _Marg._ Well, an you be not turned Turk, there’s no more sailing by the star. 50 _Beat._ What means the fool, trow? _Marg._ Nothing I; but God send every one their heart’s desire!