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Before LEONATO\u2019S house.<\/strong><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table>\n\n\n\n

[Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO]\n\n\n\n

Antonio.\u00a0<\/strong>If you go on thus, you will kill yourself:\u00a0
And ’tis not wisdom thus to second grief\u00a0
Against yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>I pray thee, cease thy counsel,\u00a0
Which falls into mine ears as profitless\u00a0
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;\u00a0
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear\u00a0
But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Bring me a father that so loved his child,\u00a0
Whose joy of her is overwhelm’d like mine,\u00a0
And bid him speak of patience;\u00a0
Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine\u00a0
And let it answer every strain for strain,
As thus for thus and such a grief for such,\u00a0
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:\u00a0
If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,\u00a0
Bid sorrow wag, cry ‘hem!’ when he should groan,\u00a0
Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,\u00a0
And I of him will gather patience.\u00a0
But there is no such man: for, brother, men\u00a0
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief\u00a0
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel turns to passion, which before\u00a0
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,\u00a0
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,\u00a0
Charm ache with air and agony with words:\u00a0
No, no; ’tis all men’s office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,\u00a0
But no man’s virtue nor sufficiency\u00a0
To be so moral when he shall endure\u00a0
The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:\u00a0
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>Therein do men from children nothing differ.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood;\u00a0
For there was never yet philosopher\u00a0
That could endure the toothache patiently,\u00a0
However they have writ the style of gods
And made a push at chance and sufferance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself; 
Make those that do offend you suffer too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>There thou speak’st reason: nay, I will do so.\u00a0
My soul doth tell me Hero is belied;
And that shall Claudio know; so shall the prince\u00a0
And all of them that thus dishonour her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>Here comes the prince and Claudio hastily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Enter DON PEDRO and CLAUDIO]\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>Good den, good den.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Good day to both of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Hear you. my lords,\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>We have some haste, Leonato.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>Some haste, my lord! well, fare you well, my lord:\u00a0
Are you so hasty now? well, all is one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>If he could right himself with quarreling, 
Some of us would lie low.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Who wrongs him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>Marry, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou:\u2014
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword;\u00a0
I fear thee not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>Marry, beshrew my hand,\u00a0
If it should give your age such cause of fear:\u00a0
In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>Tush, tush, man; never fleer and jest at me:\u00a0
I speak not like a dotard nor a fool,\u00a0
As under privilege of age to brag\u00a0
What I have done being young, or what would do\u00a0
Were I not old. Know, Claudio, to thy head,
Thou hast so wrong’d mine innocent child and me\u00a0
That I am forced to lay my reverence by\u00a0
And, with grey hairs and bruise of many days,\u00a0
Do challenge thee to trial of a man.\u00a0
I say thou hast belied mine innocent child;
Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart,\u00a0
And she lies buried with her ancestors;\u00a0
O, in a tomb where never scandal slept,\u00a0
Save this of hers, framed by thy villany!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>My villany?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Thine, Claudio; thine, I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>You say not right, old man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>My lord, my lord,\u00a0
I’ll prove it on his body, if he dare,\u00a0
Despite his nice fence and his active practise,
His May of youth and bloom of lustihood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Away! I will not have to do with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill’d my child: 
If thou kill’st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio.\u00a0<\/strong>He shall kill two of us, and men indeed:
But that’s no matter; let him kill one first;\u00a0
Win me and wear me; let him answer me.\u00a0
Come, follow me, boy; come, sir boy, come, follow me:\u00a0
Sir boy, I’ll whip you from your foining fence;\u00a0
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.2160<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Brother,\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio.\u00a0<\/strong>Content yourself. God knows I loved my niece;\u00a0
And she is dead, slander’d to death by villains,\u00a0
That dare as well answer a man indeed\u00a0
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Brother Antony,\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio.\u00a0<\/strong>Hold you content. What, man! I know them, yea,\u00a0
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple,\u2014\u00a0
Scrambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boys,
That lie and cog and flout, deprave and slander,\u00a0
Go anticly, show outward hideousness,\u00a0
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,\u00a0
How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst;\u00a0
And this is all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>But, brother Antony,\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>Come, ’tis no matter: 
Do not you meddle; let me deal in this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience.\u00a0
My heart is sorry for your daughter’s death:
But, on my honour, she was charged with nothing\u00a0
But what was true and very full of proof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>My lord, my lord,\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>I will not hear you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>No? Come, brother; away! I will be heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>And shall, or some of us will smart for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exeunt LEONATO and ANTONIO]\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>See, see; here comes the man we went to seek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Enter BENEDICK]\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>Now, signior, what news?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Good day, my lord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>Welcome, signior: you are almost come to part 
almost a fray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>We had like to have had our two noses snapped off\u00a0
with two old men without teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>Leonato and his brother. What thinkest thou? Had 
we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came 
to seek you both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are
high-proof melancholy and would fain have it beaten\u00a0
away. Wilt thou use thy wit?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>It is in my scabbard: shall I draw it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>Never any did so, though very many have been beside
their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the\u00a0
minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>As I am an honest man, he looks pale. Art thou 
sick, or angry?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>What, courage, man! What though care killed a cat,
thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you 
charge it against me. I pray you choose another subject.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>Nay, then, give him another staff: this last was\u00a0
broke cross.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>By this light, he changes more and more: I think 
he be angry indeed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Shall I speak a word in your ear?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>God bless me from a challenge!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>[Aside to CLAUDIO]<\/em>\u00a0You are a villain; I jest not:\u00a0
I will make it good how you dare, with what you\u00a0
dare, and when you dare. Do me right, or I will\u00a0
protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet\u00a0
lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let me
hear from you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>What, a feast, a feast?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>I’ faith, I thank him; he hath bid me to a calf’s\u00a0
head and a capon; the which if I do not carve most
curiously, say my knife’s naught. Shall I not find\u00a0
a woodcock too?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick. <\/strong>Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>I’ll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the\u00a0
other day. I said, thou hadst a fine wit: ‘True,’
said she, ‘a fine little one.’ ‘No,’ said I, ‘a\u00a0
great wit:’ ‘Right,’ says she, ‘a great gross one.’\u00a0
‘Nay,’ said I, ‘a good wit:’ ‘Just,’ said she, ‘it\u00a0
hurts nobody.’ ‘Nay,’ said I, ‘the gentleman\u00a0
is wise:’ ‘Certain,’ said she, ‘a wise gentleman.’
‘Nay,’ said I, ‘he hath the tongues:’ ‘That I\u00a0
believe,’ said she, ‘for he swore a thing to me on\u00a0
Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning;\u00a0
there’s a double tongue; there’s two tongues.’ Thus\u00a0
did she, an hour together, transshape thy particular
virtues: yet at last she concluded with a sigh, thou\u00a0
wast the properest man in Italy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>For the which she wept heartily and said she cared 
not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>Yea, that she did: but yet, for all that, an if she
did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly:\u00a0
the old man’s daughter told us all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>All, all; and, moreover, God saw him when he was 
hid in the garden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>But when shall we set the savage bull’s horns on
the sensible Benedick’s head?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Yea, and text underneath, ‘Here dwells Benedick the 
married man’?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Benedick.\u00a0<\/strong>Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave\u00a0
you now to your gossip-like humour: you break jests
as braggarts do their blades, which God be thanked,\u00a0
hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank\u00a0
you: I must discontinue your company: your brother\u00a0
the bastard is fled from Messina: you have among\u00a0
you killed a sweet and innocent lady. For my Lord
Lackbeard there, he and I shall meet: and, till\u00a0
then, peace be with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exit]\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>He is in earnest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>In most profound earnest; and, I’ll warrant you, for
the love of Beatrice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>And hath challenged thee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Most sincerely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his\u00a0
doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>He is then a giant to an ape; but then is an ape a 
doctor to such a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>But, soft you, let me be: pluck up, my heart, and 
be sad. Did he not say, my brother was fled?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Enter DOGBERRY, VERGES, and the Watch, with CONRADE and BORACHIO]\n\n\n\n

Dogberry. <\/strong>Come you, sir: if justice cannot tame you, she 
shall ne’er weigh more reasons in her balance: nay, 
an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>How now? two of my brother’s men bound! Borachio\u00a0
one!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Hearken after their offence, my lord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>Officers, what offence have these men done?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dogberry.\u00a0<\/strong>Marry, sir, they have committed false report;\u00a0
moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily,\u00a0
they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have
belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust\u00a0
things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I\u00a0
ask thee what’s their offence; sixth and lastly, why\u00a0
they are committed; and, to conclude, what you lay
to their charge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Rightly reasoned, and in his own division: and, by 
my troth, there’s one meaning well suited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>Who have you offended, masters, that you are thus\u00a0
bound to your answer? this learned constable is
too cunning to be understood: what’s your offence?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Borachio.\u00a0<\/strong>Sweet prince, let me go no farther to mine answer:\u00a0
do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have\u00a0
deceived even your very eyes: what your wisdoms\u00a0
could not discover, these shallow fools have brought
to light: who in the night overheard me confessing\u00a0
to this man how Don John your brother incensed me\u00a0
to slander the Lady Hero, how you were brought into\u00a0
the orchard and saw me court Margaret in Hero’s\u00a0
garments, how you disgraced her, when you should
marry her: my villany they have upon record; which\u00a0
I had rather seal with my death than repeat over\u00a0
to my shame. The lady is dead upon mine and my\u00a0
master’s false accusation; and, briefly, I desire\u00a0
nothing but the reward of a villain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>Runs not this speech like iron through your blood?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>I have drunk poison whiles he utter’d it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>But did my brother set thee on to this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Borachio. <\/strong>Yea, and paid me richly for the practise of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>He is composed and framed of treachery:
And fled he is upon this villany.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio. <\/strong>Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear 
In the rare semblance that I loved it first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dogberry.\u00a0<\/strong>Come, bring away the plaintiffs: by this time our\u00a0
sexton hath reformed Signior Leonato of the matter:
and, masters, do not forget to specify, when time\u00a0
and place shall serve, that I am an ass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Verges. <\/strong>Here, here comes master Signior Leonato, and the 
Sexton too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the Sexton]\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Which is the villain? let me see his eyes, 
That, when I note another man like him, 
I may avoid him: which of these is he?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Borachio. <\/strong>If you would know your wronger, look on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast kill’d
Mine innocent child?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Borachio. <\/strong>Yea, even I alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyself:\u00a0
Here stand a pair of honourable men;\u00a0
A third is fled, that had a hand in it.
I thank you, princes, for my daughter’s death:\u00a0
Record it with your high and worthy deeds:\u00a0
‘Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>I know not how to pray your patience;\u00a0
Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself;
Impose me to what penance your invention\u00a0
Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn’d I not\u00a0
But in mistaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro.\u00a0<\/strong>By my soul, nor I:\u00a0
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight\u00a0
That he’ll enjoin me to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>I cannot bid you bid my daughter live;\u00a0
That were impossible: but, I pray you both,\u00a0
Possess the people in Messina here
How innocent she died; and if your love\u00a0
Can labour ought in sad invention,\u00a0
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb\u00a0
And sing it to her bones, sing it to-night:\u00a0
To-morrow morning come you to my house,
And since you could not be my son-in-law,\u00a0
Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter,\u00a0
Almost the copy of my child that’s dead,\u00a0
And she alone is heir to both of us:\u00a0
Give her the right you should have given her cousin,
And so dies my revenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>O noble sir,\u00a0
Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me!\u00a0
I do embrace your offer; and dispose\u00a0
For henceforth of poor Claudio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato.\u00a0<\/strong>To-morrow then I will expect your coming;\u00a0
To-night I take my leave. This naughty man\u00a0
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,\u00a0
Who I believe was pack’d in all this wrong,\u00a0
Hired to it by your brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Borachio. <\/strong>No, by my soul, she was not, 
Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me, 
But always hath been just and virtuous 
In any thing that I do know by her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dogberry.\u00a0<\/strong>Moreover, sir, which indeed is not under white and
black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did call\u00a0
me ass: I beseech you, let it be remembered in his\u00a0
punishment. And also, the watch heard them talk of\u00a0
one Deformed: they say be wears a key in his ear and\u00a0
a lock hanging by it, and borrows money in God’s
name, the which he hath used so long and never paid\u00a0
that now men grow hard-hearted and will lend nothing\u00a0
for God’s sake: pray you, examine him upon that point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dogberry.\u00a0<\/strong>Your worship speaks like a most thankful and
reverend youth; and I praise God for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>There’s for thy pains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dogberry. <\/strong>God save the foundation!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dogberry.\u00a0<\/strong>I leave an arrant knave with your worship; which I
beseech your worship to correct yourself, for the\u00a0
example of others. God keep your worship! I wish\u00a0
your worship well; God restore you to health! I\u00a0
humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry\u00a0
meeting may be wished, God prohibit it! Come, neighbour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exeunt DOGBERRY and VERGES]\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Antonio. <\/strong>Farewell, my lords: we look for you to-morrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don Pedro. <\/strong>We will not fail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Claudio.\u00a0<\/strong>To-night I’ll mourn with Hero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leonato. <\/strong>[To the Watch]<\/em> Bring you these fellows on. We’ll 
talk with Margaret, 
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

[Exeunt, severally]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Before LEONATO\u2019S house. [Enter LEONATO and ANTONIO] Antonio.\u00a0If you go on thus, you will kill yourself:\u00a0And ’tis not wisdom thus to second grief\u00a0Against yourself. Leonato.\u00a0I pray thee, cease thy counsel,\u00a0Which falls into mine ears as profitless\u00a0As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;\u00a0Nor let no comforter delight mine ear\u00a0But such a one whose wrongs […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-41","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PaXq7d-F","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/41","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/41\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":78,"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/41\/revisions\/78"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/muchado2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}