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Neither, my lord. [265]

BEATRICE
The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as
an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.

DON PEDRO
I’faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true, though, I’ll be sworn, if he be so,
his conceit is false. [270] Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair

Hero is won. I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained; name
the day of marriage, and God give thee joy!

LEONATO
Count, take of me my daughter, and with her [275] my fortunes. His grace
hath made the match, and all Grace say Amen to it!

BEATRICE
Speak, Count, ’tis your cue.

CLAUDIO

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say
how much. Lady, as you are [280] mine, I am yours; I give away myself for
you and dote upon the exchange.

BEATRICE
Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him
speak neither.

DON PEDRO
In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. [285]

BEATRICE
Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. My
cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart.

CLAUDIO
And so she doth, cousin.