I stand dishonored, that have gone about Leon. Are these things spoken? Or do I but dream? D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true. Bene. This looks not like a nuptial. Hero. Claud. Leonato, stand I here? True, O God! Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? Leon. All this is so; but what of this, my lord? Claud. Let me but move one question to your daughter; And by that fatherly and kindly power1 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 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 talked with you yesternight Hero. I talked with no man at that hour, my lord. D. John. Fie, fie! They are 1 i. e. "natural power." Kind is used for nature. 2 Liberal here, as in many places of these plays, means licentious be yond honesty or decency. Not to be named, my lord, not to be spoke of; Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been, Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? Beat. Why, how now, cousin! you down? HERO Swoons. 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? Beat. Dead, I think;-help, uncle! Hero! Why, Hero!-Uncle !-Seignior Benedick! Friar? Leon. O fate, take not away thy heavy hand! Death is the fairest cover for her shame, That may be wished for. Beat. How now, cousin Hero! Friar. Have comfort, lady. Leon. Dost thou look up? Friar. Yea; wherefore should she not? Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny 1 i. e. graced, favored, countenanced. 2 That is, "which her blushes discovered to be true." For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Hath drops too few to wash her clean again! Bene. Sir, sir, be patient: For my part, I am so attired in wonder, I know not what to say. Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Leon. Confirmed, confirmed! O, that is stronger made, Which was before barred up with ribs of iron! For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, 1 Frame is order, contrivance, disposition of things. Into her face; a thousand innocent shames Leon. Friar, it cannot be. Thou seest, 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 appears in proper nakedness? Friar. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? Hero. They know, that do accuse me; I know none If I know more of any man alive, Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Prove you any man with me conversed At hours unmeet, or that I yesternight Maintained the change of words with any creature, Friar. There is some strange misprision' in the princes. Bene. Two of them have the very bent of honor; And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. Leon. I know not. If they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honor, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, 1 Misconception. 2 Bent is here used for the utmost degree of, or tendency to, honorable conduct. Nor fortune made such havock of my means, Friar. 1 . And publish it, that she is dead indeed; Leon. What shall become of this? What will this do? Friar. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her behalf That what we have, we prize not to the worth, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparelled in more precious habit, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed. Then shall he mourn, 1 Show, appearance. 2 i. e. raise to the highest pitch. VOL. I. 61 |