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But as a brother to his sister, show’d

Bashful sincerity and comely love.

Hero.

And seem’d I ever otherwise to you?

Claud.

Out on thee seeming! I will write against it:

You seem to me as Dian in her orb,

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;

But you are more intemperate in your blood

Than Venus, or those pamp’red animals

That rage in savage sensuality.

Hero.

Is my lord well, that he doth speak so wide?

Leon.

Sweet Prince, why speak not you?

D. Pedro.

What should I speak?

I stand dishonor’d, that have gone about

To link my dear friend to a common stale.

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.

“True”! O God!

Claud.

Leonato, stand I here?

Is this the Prince? is this the Prince’s brother?

Is this face Hero’s? are our eyes our own?

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 power