_Leon._ I cannot bid you bid my daughter live; 265 That were impossible: but, I pray you both, Possess the people in Messina here How innocent she died; and if your love Can labour ought in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, 270 And sing it to her bones, sing it to-night: To-morrow morning come you to my house; And since you could not be my son-in-law, Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Almost the copy of my child that’s dead, 275 And she alone is heir to both of us: Give her the right you should have given her cousin, And so dies my revenge. _Claud._ O noble sir, Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! I do embrace your offer; and dispose 280 For henceforth of poor Claudio. _Leon._ To-morrow, then, I will expect your coming; To-night I take my leave. This naughty man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Who I believe was pack’d in all this wrong, 285 Hired to it by your brother. _Bora._ No, by my soul, she was not; Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me; But always hath been just and virtuous In any thing that I do know by her. _Dog._ Moreover, sir, which indeed is not under white 290 and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his punishment. And also, the watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they say he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in God’s name, the 295 which he hath used so long and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God’s sake: pray you, examine him upon that point. _Leon._ I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. _Dog._ Your worship speaks like a most thankful and 300 reverend youth; and I praise God for you. _Leon._ There’s for thy pains. _Dog._ God save the foundation! _Leon._ Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. 305 _Dog._ I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which I beseech your worship to correct yourself, for the example of others. God keep your worship! I wish your worship well; God restore you to health! I humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wished, God 310 prohibit it! Come, neighbour. [_Exeunt Dogberry and Verges._ _Leon._ Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. _Ant._ Farewell, my lords: we look for you to-morrow. _D. Pedro._ We will not fail. _Claud._ To-night I’ll mourn with Hero. _Leon._ [_To the Watch_] Bring you these fellows on. We’ll talk with Margaret, 315 How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. [_Exeunt, severally._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _Much Ado About Nothing_, V. 1. SCENE I. Before L.’s house] Pope.