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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 talk’d with you yesternight

Out at your window betwixt twelve and one?

Now if you are a maid, answer to this.

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 honor,

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 villain,

Confess’d the vile encounters they have had

A thousand times in secret.

D. John.

Fie, fie, they are not to be named, my lord,

Not to be spoke of;

There is not chastity enough in language