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Tush, fear not, man, we’ll tip thy horns with gold,

And all Europa shall rejoice at thee,

As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bene.

Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low,

And some such strange bull leapt your father’s cow,

And got a calf in that same noble feat

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

Enter Brother [Antonio], Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula, [the ladies masked].

Claud.

For this I owe you: here comes other reck’nings.

Which is the lady I must seize upon?

[Ant.]

This same is she, and I do give you her.

Claud.

Why then she’s mine. Sweet, let me see your face.

Leon.

No, that you shall not till you take her hand,

Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

Claud.

Give me your hand before this holy friar—

I am your husband if you like of me.

Hero [Unmasking.]

And when I liv’d, I was your other wife,

And when you lov’d, you were my other husband.

Claud.

Another Hero!

Hero.

Nothing certainer:

One Hero died defil’d, but I do live,