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BEATRICE

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one [290] to the world but I, and I
am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry ‘Heigh-ho for a husband’!

DON PEDRO
Lady Beatrice, I will get you one.

BEATRICE
I would rather have one of your father’s getting. Hath your grace ne’er a

brother like you? Your [295] father got excellent husbands, if a maid could
come by them.

DON PEDRO
Will you have me, lady?

BEATRICE
No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days; your grace is too
costly to wear every day. [300] But, I beseech your grace, pardon me; I was
born to speak all mirth and no matter.

DON PEDRO

Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out
o’question, you were born in a merry hour. [305]

BEATRICE
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and
under that was I born. Cousins, God give you joy!

LEONATO
Niece, will you look to those things I told you of? [310]

BEATRICE

I cry you mercy, uncle. (To Don Pedro) By your grace’s pardon.
Exit.

DON PEDRO
By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady.