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Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, [25]
Charm ache with air and agony with words.
No, no; ’tis all men’s office to speak patience

To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man’s virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure [30]
The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel;

My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

ANTONIO
Therein do men from children nothing differ.

LEONATO
I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher [35]
That could endure the toothache patiently,

However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a push at chance and sufferance.

ANTONIO
Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself;
Make those that do offend you suffer too. [40]

LEONATO
There thou speak’st reason; nay, I will do so.

My soul doth tell me Hero is belied,
And that shall Claudio know; so shall the Prince,
And all of them that thus dishonour her.

ANTONIO
Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily. [45]

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.

DON PEDRO

Good-e’en, good-e’en.