Leonato: How now, brother? Where is my cousin your son? Hath he provided this music?
Antonio: He is very busy about it. But, brother, I can tell you strange news that you yet dreamt not of.
Leonato: Are they good?
Antonio: As the event stamps them; but they have a good cover, they show well outward. The Prince and Count Claudio, walking in a thick-pleached alley in mine orchard, were thus much overheard by a man of mine: the Prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance, and if he found her accordant, he meant to take the present time by the top and instantly break with you of it.
Leonato: Hath the fellow any wit that told you this?
Antonio: A good sharp fellow. I will send for him, and question him yourself.
Leonato: No, no. We will hold it
as a dream till it appear itself; but I will acquaint my daughter
withal, that she may be the better prepared for an answer, if
peradventure this be true. Go you and tell her of it. [Exit
Antonio.]
[Enter
Antonio's Son with a Musician, and others.]
[To the Son] Cousin, you know what you have to do. --[To
the Musician] O, I cry you mercy, friend. Go you with me,
and I will use your skill.--Good cousin, have a care this busy
time. Exeunt.
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