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The Inside of a Church.
Enter Don PEDRO, Don John, LEONATO, Friar,
CLAUDIO, BENEDICE, Hero, and BEATRICE, 8.
Leon. Come, friar Francis, be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards.
Friar. You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady?
Friar. Lady, you come hither to be married to this count?
Hero. I do.
Friar. If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.
Claud. Know you any, Hero?
Claud. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! not knowing what they do!
Bene. How now! Interjections? Why, then some be of laughing, as, ha! ha! he? Claud. Stand thee by, friar :-Father, by your
Will you with free and unconstrained soul
Leon. As freely, son, as God did give her me.
D. Pedro. Nothing, unless you render her again.
you that see her, that she were a maid,
Leon. What do you mean, my lord?
Not to be married, Not knit my soul to an approved wanton.
Leon. Dear my lord, if you, in your own proof Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth, And made defeat of her virginity, -mm Claud. I know what you would say; If I have
known her, You'll
she did embrace me as a husband, And so extenuate the 'forehand sin :
Hero. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you?
Claud. Out on thy seeming! I will write against it;
Hero. Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide ??
What should I speak ? I stand dishonour'd, that have
about To link my dear friend to a common stale.
Leon. Are these things spoken? or do I but dream?
True, O God!
Leon. All this is so; But what of this, my lord?
have in her, bid her answer truly.
7 Remote from the business in hand.
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
Marry, that can Hero;
Hero. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord.
D.Pedro. Why, then are you no maiden.-Leonato, I am sorry you must hear ; Upon mine honour, Myself, my brother, and this grieved count, Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night, Talk with a ruffian at her chamber-window; Who hath, indeed, most like a liberal 8 villain, Confess'd the vile encounters they have had A thousand times in secret. D. John.
Fye, fye! they are
Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been,
& Too. free of tongue.
And on my eye-lids shall conjecture hang,
[HERO swoons. Beat. 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, and
Dead, I think;-help, uncle;Hero! why, Hero!-Uncle !-Signior Benedick!
How now, cousin Hero?
Dost thou look up? Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not? Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly,
thing Cry shame
her? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood ?-Do not live, Hero; do not ope
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 of reproaches,