Thought I thy fpirites were ftronger than thy fliames, 122
My felfe would, on the rereward of reproches.
Strike at thy life ! Grieued I, I had but one ?
Chid I for that, at frugal! Natures frame ?
O ! one too much by thee ! Why had I one ? 126

123. rereward] Q. reward F.
49 E [IV. iii. 94-126.
Much adoe about Nothing.
Why euer waft thou louelv in my eies ?

Why had I not, with charitable hand,

Tooke vp a beggars iffue at my gates.
Who, fmirched thus, and mired with infamy, 130

I might haue faid, ' No part of it is mine j

This fhame deriues it felfe from vnknowue loynes ' !

But mine ! and mine I loued ! and mine I praifde !

And mine that I was prowd on ! mine fo much, 134

That I my felfe, was to my felfe not mine.
Vale wing of her ! — ^Why, She ! O ! ftie is falne

Into a pit of incke, that the wide fea

Hath drops too few to wafli her cleane againe, 138

And fait too little, which may feafon giue

To her foule tainted flefh !

Ben. Sir, fir ! be patient !

For my part, I am fo attired in wonder,
I know not what to fay. 142

Beat. O ! on my foule ! my cofin is belied !

Bene. Lady ! were you her bedfellow laft night ?

Beat. No truly, not ; although, vntill laft night,
I haue this tweluemonth bin her bedfellow. 146

Leon. Confirmd ! confirrad ! O ! that is ftronger made.
