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with
grieving.
Bene. Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.
Beat. Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
Bene. Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wrong'd
Hero?
Beat. Yea, as sure is I have a thought or a soul.
Bene. Enough, I am engag'd, I will challenge him. I will kiss
your
hand, and so I leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render
me a
dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go comfort
your
cousin. I must say she is dead-and so farewell.
[Exeunt.]




Scene II.
A prison.

Enter the Constables [Dogberry and Verges] and the Sexton, in
gowns,
[and the Watch, with Conrade and] Borachio.

Dog. Is our whole dissembly appear'd?
Verg. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton.
Sex. Which be the malefactors?
Dog. Marry, that am I and my partner.
Verg. Nay, that's certain. We have the exhibition to examine.
Sex. But which are the offenders that are to be examined? let
them
come before Master Constable.
Dog. Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name,
friend?
Bor. Borachio.
Dog. Pray write down Borachio. Yours, sirrah?
Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade.
Dog. Write down Master Gentleman Conrade. Masters, do you serve
God?
Both. Yea, sir, we hope.
Dog. Write down that they hope they serve God; and write God
first,
for God defend but God should go before such villains!
Masters,
it is proved already that you are little better than false
knaves, and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How
answer
you for yourselves?
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dog. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go
about
with him. Come you hither, sirrah. A word in your ear. Sir, I
say
to you, it is thought you are false knaves.
Bora. Sir, I say to you we are none.
Dog. Well, stand aside. Fore God, they are both in a tale.
Have you writ down that they are none?
Sex. Master Constable, you go not the way to examine. You must
call