ACT IV
SCENE II | A prison. |
| Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Sexton, in gowns; and
the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO |
DOGBERRY | Is our whole dissembly appeared? |
VERGES | O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton. |
Sexton | Which be the malefactors? |
DOGBERRY | Marry, that am I and my partner. | 5 |
VERGES | Nay, that's certain; we have the exhibition to examine. |
Sexton | But which are the offenders that are to be |
| examined? let them come before master constable. |
DOGBERRY | Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your |
| name, friend? | 10 |
BORACHIO | Borachio. |
DOGBERRY | Pray, write down, Borachio. Yours, sirrah? |
CONRADE | I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. |
DOGBERRY | Write down, master gentleman Conrade. Masters, do |
| you serve God? | 15 |
CONRADE | | |
| | Yea, sir, we hope. |
BORACHIO | | |
DOGBERRY | Write down, that they hope they serve God: and |
| write God first; for God defend but God should go | 20 |
| 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? |
CONRADE | Marry, sir, we say we are none. | 25 |
DOGBERRY | 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. |
BORACHIO | Sir, I say to you we are none. | 30 |
DOGBERRY | Well, stand aside. 'Fore God, they are both in a |
| tale. Have you writ down, that they are none? |
Sexton | Master constable, you go not the way to examine: |
| you must call forth the watch that are their accusers. |
DOGBERRY | Yea, marry, that's the eftest way. Let the watch | 35 |
| come forth. Masters, I charge you, in the prince's |
| name, accuse these men. |
First Watchman | This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince's |
| brother, was a villain. |
DOGBERRY | Write down Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat | 40 |
| perjury, to call a prince's brother villain. |
BORACHIO | Master constable,-- |
DOGBERRY | Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like thy look, |
| I promise thee. |
Sexton | What heard you him say else? | 45 |
Second Watchman | Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of |
| Don John for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully. |
DOGBERRY | Flat burglary as ever was committed. |
VERGES | Yea, by mass, that it is. |
Sexton | What else, fellow? | 50 |
First Watchman | And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to |
| disgrace Hero before the whole assembly. and not marry her. |
DOGBERRY | O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting |
| redemption for this. |
Sexton | What else? | 55 |
Watchman | This is all. |
Sexton | And this is more, masters, than you can deny. |
| Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; |
| Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner |
| refused, and upon the grief of this suddenly died. | 60 |
| Master constable, let these men be bound, and |
| brought to Leonato's: I will go before and show |
| him their examination. |
| Exit |
DOGBERRY | Come, let them be opinioned. |
VERGES | Let them be in the hands-- | 65 |
CONRADE | Off, coxcomb! |
DOGBERRY | God's my life, where's the sexton? let him write |
| down the prince's officer coxcomb. Come, bind them. |
| Thou naughty varlet! |
CONRADE | Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. | 70 |
DOGBERRY | Dost thou not suspect my place? dost thou not |
| suspect my years? O that he were here to write me |
| down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an |
| ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not |
| that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of | 75 |
| piety, as shall be proved upon thee by good witness. |
| I am a wise fellow, and, which is more, an officer, |
| and, which is more, a householder, and, which is |
| more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in |
| Messina, and one that knows the law, go to; and a | 80 |
| rich fellow enough, go to; and a fellow that hath |
| had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every |
| thing handsome about him. Bring him away. O that |
| I had been writ down an ass! |
| Exeunt |