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? HERO. None, my lord. FRIAR. Know you any, count? LEON. I dare make his answer, none. CLAUD. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! [not knowing what they do a!] BENE. How now! Interjections? Why, then, some be of laughing", as, ha! ha! he! CLAUD. Stand thee by, friar:-Father, by your leave; Will you with free and unconstrained soul LEON. As freely, son, as God did give her me. Give not this rotten orange to your friend; She's but the sign and semblance of her honour: To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear, Not to be married, Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton. CLAUD. I know what you would say; If I have known her, And so extenuate the 'forehand sin: No, Leonato, I never tempted her with word too large; "The words in brackets are not in the folio, but in the quarto. But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity, and comely love. HERO. And seem'd I ever otherwise to you? I will write against it, You seem to me as Dian in her orb; As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown; 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 To link my dear friend to a common stale. Is this the prince? Is this the prince's brother? LEON. All this is so: But what of this, my lord? That you have in her, bid her answer truly. LEON. I charge thee do, as thou art my child. What kind of catechising call you this? ▪ In the originals, both the quarto and folio, we have "Out on thee seeming." Pope changed this phrase into "Out on thy seeming." We believe that the poet used "Out on the seeming the specious resemblance-" I will write against it"—that is, against this false representation, along with this deceiving portrait, "You seem to me as Dian in her orb," &c. The commentators separate "I will write against it" from what follows, as if Claudio were about to compose a treatise upon the subject of woman's deceitfulness. Tieck proposes to give this line to Claudio, who thus calls upon the prince to confirm his declaration. So the folio; in the quarto, do so. The pause which is required after the do, by the omission of so, gives force to the command. Now, if you are a maid, answer to this. HERO. I talk'd with no man at that hour, my lord. Not to be nam'd, my lord, not to be spoken of; If half thy outward graces had been plac'd LEON. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? BEAT. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore sink you down? D. JOHN. Come, let us go: these things, come thus to light, [HERO Swoons. 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 !-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. FRIAR. Have comfort, lady. LEON. Dost thou look up ? How now, cousin Hero? FRIAR. Yea; Wherefore should she not? LEON. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, ⚫ Liberal-licentiously free. So in Othello:'-" Is he not a most profane and liberal coun sellor ?" Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, BEAT. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. Thou seest, that all the grace that she hath left A sin of perjury; she not denies it : FRIAR. Lady, what man is he you are accus'd of? If I know more of any man alive Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, Prove you that any man with me convers'd FRIAR. There is some strange misprision in the princes. The practice of it lives in John the bastard, LEON. I know not: If they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Nor And let my counsel sway you in this case. Your daughter here the princes left for dead; And publish it that she is dead indeed : Maintain a mourning ostentation; And on your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites That appertain unto a burial. LEON. What shall become of this? What will this do? COMEDIES.-VOL. II. D |