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Rh If low, an agate very vilely cut ; If speaking, why a vane blown with all winds ; If silent, why, a block moved with none. So turns she every man the wrong side out ; And never gives to truth and virtue that Which simpleness and merit purchaseth. Urs. Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable. Hero. No : not to be so odd, and from all fashions, As Beatrice is, cannot be commendable : But who dare tell her so ? If I should speak, She'd mock me into air ; O, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit. Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly : It were a better death than die with mocks ; Which is as bad as die with tickling.

Hel. Then, I confess, Here on my knee, before high Heaven and 3-011, That before you, and next unto high Heaven, I love your son : My friends were poor, but honest ; so's my love ; Be not offended ; for it hurts not him,