Antonio.
If you go on thus, you will kill youself;
And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief
Against your self.

Leon.
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve; give not me counsel,
Nor let no Comforter delight mine ear,

But such a one whose wrongs do suite with mine.
Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience;
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain:
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape and form.
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,^{8 note}

Which they themselves not feel; but tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage;
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread;
Charm ach with air, and agony with words.
No, no; 'tis all mens 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
The like himself; therefore give me no counsel;
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.^{9 note}

Ant.
Therein do men from children nothing differ.

Leon.
I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of Gods,^{1 note}
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.^{2 note}

Ant.
Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:
Make those, that do offend you, suffer too.

Leon.
There thou speak'st reason; nay, I will do so.
My soul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd;
And that shall Claudio know, so shall the Prince;
And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

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