189: _thee._] _thee?_ Pope. 193: SCENE IV. Pope. 195: _let me be_] Q F1. _let me see_ F2 F3 F4. _let be_ Capell. _let me be: pluck_] _let me pluck_ Malone conj. 197: SCENE IV. Hanmer. Enter...] Hanmer. Enter Constables, C. and B. Q (after 192). Enter Constable, C. and B. Ff (after 192). 198: _weigh more_] _more weigh_ S. Walker conj. _an_] _if_ Pope. 211: _you lay_] _lay you_ F4. 215: _Who_] Q F1. _Whom_ F2 F3 F4. 222: _overheard_] _heard_ F4. 232: _whiles_] _while_ Rowe. 234: _Yea, and...of it_] _Yea; And...on’t_ S. Walker conj. _and_] om. Pope. _richly_] _rich_ F2 F3 F4. 235: _and framed_] om. F3 F4. 240: _reformed_] _informed_ F3 F4. 245: SCENE V. Pope. Re-enter...] Capell. Enter Leonato. Q Ff. Enter L. and Sexton. Theobald. 249: _Art thou_] Q. _Art thou thou_ F1. _Art thou, art thou_ F2 F3 F4. 259: _Impose_] _Expose_ Hanmer. _me to_] _to me_ Capell conj. 264: _to_] _too_ F3 F4. 265: _I cannot bid you bid my daughter live_] Q F1. _I cannot bid you daughter live_ F2. _I cannot bid your daughter live_ F3. _You cannot bid my daughter live_ F4. _You cannot bid my daughter live again_ Rowe. _I cannot bid you cause my daughter live_ Collier MS. 285: _pack’d_] _packt_ Q Ff. _pact_ Collier. 306: _arrant_] _errant_ F4. 311: [Exeunt D. and V.] Edd. Exeunt D., V. and Watch. Capell. Exeunt. Ff (after line 312). om. Q. 315: [To the Watch.] Edd. ~~~~~ SCENE II. LEONATO’S _garden_. _Enter_ BENEDICK _and_ MARGARET, _meeting_. _Bene._ Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. _Marg._ Will you, then, write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty? _Bene._ In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living 5 shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou deservest it. _Marg._ To have no man come over me! why, shall I always keep below stairs? _Bene._ Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound’s mouth; 10 it catches. _Marg._ And yours as blunt as the fencer’s foils, which hit, but hurt not. _Bene._ A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give thee the 15 bucklers. _Marg._ Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own. _Bene._ If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids. _Marg._ Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think 20 hath legs. _Bene._ And therefore will come. [_Exit Margaret._ [_Sings_] The god of love, That sits above, And knows me, and knows me, 25 How pitiful I deserve,—