about Nothing.
17821689Frier Yea, wherefore
should
she not?
17831690Leonato Wherfore? why doth not euery earthly thing,
17841691Cry
shame vpon her? could
she here deny
17851692The
story that is printed in her bloud?
17861693Do not liue Hero, do not ope thine eies:
17871694For did I thinke thou would
st not quickly die,
17881695Thought I thy
spirites were
stronger than thy
shames,
17891696My
selfe would on the rereward of reproches
17901697Strike at thy life. Grieued I I had but one?
17911698Chid I for that at frugall Natures frame?
17921699O one too much by thee: why had I one?
17931700Why euer wa
st thou louely in my eies?
17941701Why had I not with charitable hand,
17951702Tooke vp a beggars i
ssue at my gates,
17961703Who
smirched thus, and mired with infamy,
17971704I might haue
said, no part of it is mine,
17981705This
shame deriues it
selfe from vnknowne loynes,
17991706But mine and mine I loued, and mine I prai
sde,
18001707And mine that I was prowd on mine
so much,
18011708That I my
selfe, was to my
selfe not mine:
18021709Valewing of her, why
she, O
she is falne,
18031710Into a pit of incke, that the wide
sea
18041711Hath drops too few to wa
sh her cleane againe,
18051712And
salt too little, which may
sea
son giue
18071714Ben. Sir,
sir, be patient, for my part I am
so attired in won
- 18091716Beat. O on my
soule my co
sin is belied.
18101717Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow la
st night?
18111718Beat. No truly, not although vntill la
st night,
18121719I haue this tweluemonth bin her bedfellow.
18131720Leon. Con
firmd, con
firmd, O that is
stronger made,
18141721Which was before bard vp with ribs of yron,
18151722Would the two princes lie, and Claudio lie,
18161723Who loued her
so, that
speaking of her foulene
sse,
18171724Wa
sht it with teares! hence from her, let her die.
18181725Frier Heare me a little, for I haue only bin
silent
so long, &
18191726giuen way vnto this cour
se of fortune, by noting of the lady, I
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