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HERO

Good morrow, coz. [35]

BEATRICE
Good morrow, sweet Hero.

HERO
Why, how now? Do you speak in the sick tune?

BEATRICE
I am out of all other tune, methinks.

MARGARET
Clap’s into ‘Light o’love’; that goes without a burden. Do you sing it, and I’ll

dance it. [40]

BEATRICE

Ye light o’love, with your heels! Then if your husband have stables enough,
you’ll see he shall lack no barns.

MARGARET
O illegitimate construction! I scorn that with my heels. [45]

BEATRICE
’Tis almost five o’clock, cousin; ’tis time you were ready. By my troth, I am
exceeding ill; heigh-ho!

MARGARET
For a hawk, a horse, or a husband?

BEATRICE

For the letter that begins them all, H.

MARGARET

Well, an you be not turned Turk, there’s no [50] more sailing by the star.

BEATRICE