17451652Now if you are a maide, answer to this.

17461653Hero I talkt with no man at that hower my lord.

17471654Prince Why then are you no maiden. Leonato,

17481655I am sory you must heare: vpon mine honor,

17491656My selfe, my brother, and this grieued Counte

17501657Did see her, heare her, at that howre last night,

17511658Talke with a ruffian at her chamber window,

17521659Who hath indeede most like a liberall villaine,

17531660Confest the vile encounters they haue had

17541661A thousand times in secret.

17551662Iohn Fie, fie, they are not to be named my lord,

17561663Not to be spoke of,

17571664There is not chastitie enough in language,

17581665Without offence to vtter them: thus pretty lady,

17591666I am sory for thy much misgouernement.

17601667Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou bin,

17611668If halfe thy outward graces had bin placed,

17621669About thy thoughts and counsailes of thy heart?

17631670But fare thee well, most foule, most faire, farewell

17641671Thou pure impietie, and impious puritie,

17651672For thee ile locke vp all the gates of Loue,

17661673And on my eie-liddes shall Coniecture hang,

17671674To turne all beautie into thoughts of harme,

17681675And neuer shall it more be gracious.

17691676Leonato Hath no mans dagger here a point for me.

17701677Beatrice Why how now cosin, wherfore sinke you down?

17711678Bastard Come let vs go: these things come thus to light,

17721679Smother her spirits vp.

17731680Benedicke How doth the Lady?

17741681Beatrice Dead I thinke, help vncle,

17751682Hero, why Hero, vncle, signior Benedicke, Frier.

17761683Leonato O Fate! take not away thy heauy hand,

17771684Death is the fairest couer for her shame

17781685That may be wisht for.

17791686Beatrice How now cosin Hero?

17801687Frier Haue comfort lady.

17811688Leonato Dost thou looke vp?