015 Ant. A good sharp fellow: I will send for him; and question him yourself.
Leon. No, no; we will hold it as a dream till it appear [018] itself: but I will acquaint my daughter withal, that she may [019] be the better prepared for an answer, if peradventure this be [020] true. Go you and tell her of it. [Enter attendants.] Cousins, you know what you have to do. O, I cry you mercy, friend; go you with me, and I will use your skill. Good [023] cousin, have a care this busy time. [Exeunt.
[000] Scene III. The same.
MAAN I. 3 Enter Don John and Conrade.
[001] Con. What the good-year, my lord! why are you thus out of measure sad?
D. John. There is no measure in the occasion that [004] breeds; therefore the sadness is without limit.
005 Con. You should hear reason.
D. John. And when I have heard it, what blessing [007] brings it?
[008] Con. If not a present remedy, at least a patient sufferance.
D. John. I wonder that thou, being (as thou sayest thou [010] art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man’s jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man’s leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend on no man’s business; 015 laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.