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And, by that fatherly and kindly power
have in her, bid her answer truly. Leon. I charge'thee do so, as thou art my child.
Hero. O God defend me! how am I beset!. What kind of catechizing call you this ?
Claud. To make you answer truly to your name.
Hero. Is it not Hero ? Who can blot that name With any just reproach? Claud.
Marry, that can Hero; Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. What man was he talk'd with you yesternight Out at your window, betwixt twelve and one ? Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord.
Fye, fye! they are
Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, If half thy outward graces had been placed About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart ! But, fare thee well, most foul, most'fair ! farewell, Thou pure impiety, and impious purity! For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love, And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang, To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm, And never shall it more be gracious.
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Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?
[HERO swoons. Beat. Why, how now, cousin ? wherefore sink D. John. Come, let us go : these things, come
thus to light, Smother her spirits up.
[Exeunt Don PEDRO, Don John, and
CLAUDIO. Bene. How doth the lady? Bèat.
Dead, I think;— help, uncle ; Hero! why, Hero! - Uncle ! - Signior Benedick!
friar ! Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand ! - Death is the fairest cover for her shame, That may
be wish'd for, Beat.
Dost thou look up?
thing Cry shame
her ? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood ? Do not live, Hero ; do not ope
Disposition of things.
But mine, and mine I lov'd, and mine I' prais'd,
Bene. Šir, sir, be patient :
Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied !
made, Which was before barr'd
with ribs of iron !
Friar. Hear me a little ;
those blushes; And in her
eye there hath appear'd a fire,
Friar, it cannot be :
Why seek'st thou then to cover with excuse
Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of?
Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know
that any man with me convers'd
Leon. I know not; If they speak but truth of her,
Pause a while,
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That appertain unto a burial.
find The virtue, that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours : -So will it fare with Claudio: When he shall hear she died upon
his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination ; And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she liv'd indeed :- then shall he mourn, And wish he had not so accused her; No, though he thought his accusation true. Let this be so, and doubt not but success Will fashion the event in better shape Than I can lay it down in likelihood. But if all aim but this be levell’d false, The supposition of the lady's death Will quench the wonder of her infamy: And, if it sort not well, you may conceal her (As best befits her wounded reputation) In some reclusive and religious life, Out of all eyes, tongues, minds, and injuries.
Bene. Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you: