ACT IV CLAUD. Stand thee by, Friar. [to LEONATO.] Father, Sc. I by your leave: Will you with free and unconstrained soul Give me this maid, your daughter? LEON. As freely, Son, as God did give her me. CLAUD. And what have I to give you back, whose worth D. PEDRO. Nothing, unless you render her again. Give not this rotten orange to your friend; She's but the sign and semblance of her honour. not swear, O, what authority and show of truth soul Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, And made defeat of her virginity CLAUD. I know what you would say: if I have known 4 hypocrisy. But you are more intemperate in your blood That rage in savage sensuality. HERO. Is my Lord well that he doth speak so wide? D. PEDRO. What should I speak? I stand dishonour'd, that have gone about LEON. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream? true. BENE. [aside.] This looks not like a nuptial. CLAUD. Leonato, stand I here? True!-O God!. Is this the Prince? is this the Prince's brother? Is this face Hero's? are our eyes our own? 70 LEON. All this is so: but what of this, my Lord? And by that fatherly and kindly1 power That you 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 catechising call you this? CLAUD. To make you answer truly to your name. CLAUD. Marry, that can Hero: Hero itself can blot out Hero's virtue. What man was he talk'd with you yesternight HERO. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my Lord. II : G 1 natural. 2 blabbing. 49 80 90 ACT IV D. JOHN. Fie, fie! they are not to be nam'd, my Lord, There is not chastity enough in language LEON. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? BEAT. [to HERO.] Why, how now, Cousin! wherefore sink you down? D. JOHN. Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light, Smother her spirits up. [Exeunt DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, CLAUDIO, BENE. How doth the lady? BEAT. and Attendants. Dead, I think :-help, Uncle : Hero! why, Hero!-Signior Benedick!-Friar! Death is the fairest cover for her shame That may be wish'd for. BEAT. How now, Cousin Hero! F. FRAN. Have comfort, Lady. LEON. Dost thou look up? F. FRAN. Yea, wherefore should she not? LEON. Wherefore! Why, doth not every earthly thing The story that is printed in her blood ?? Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: For, did I think thou would'st not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Myself would on the rearward of3 reproaches Griev'd II had but one? Strike at thy life. 3 after. Chid I for that at frugal Nature's frame?1 O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, BENE. Sir, Sir, be patient. For my part, I am so attir'd in wonder, I know not what to say. BEAT. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied. BENE. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Silent so long, and given way unto This course of fortune.. By noting of the lady I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face; A thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes; 1 framing. 130 140 151 160 ACT IV Sc. I ACT IV Sc. I Which with experimental seal1 doth warrant If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here Under some biting error. LEON. Friar, it cannot be: Thou see'st that all the grace that she hath left A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Why seek'st thou, then, to cover with excuse F. FRAN. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Prove you that any man with me convers'd At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Maintain❜d the change of words with any creature, 180 F. FRAN. There is some strange misprision in the Princes. And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lies in John the Bastard, LEON. I know not. If they speak but truth of her, Nor Fortune made such havoc of my means, 200 |