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And surely as I live, I am a maid.

D. Pedro.

The former Hero! Hero that is dead!

Leon.

She died, my lord, but whiles her slander liv’d.

Friar.

All this amazement can I qualify,

When after that the holy rites are ended,

I’ll tell you largely of fair Hero’s death.

Mean time let wonder seem familiar,

And to the chapel let us presently.

Bene.

Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?

Beat. [Unmasking.]

I answer to that name. What is your will?

Bene.

Do not you love me?

Beat.

Why, no, no more than reason.

Bene.

Why then your uncle and the Prince and Claudio

Have been deceived. They swore you did.

Beat.

Do not you love me?

Bene.

Troth, no, no more than reason.

Beat.

Why then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula

Are much deceiv’d, for they did swear you did.

Bene.

They swore that you were almost sick for me.

Beat.

They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me.

Bene.

’Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?

Beat.

No, truly, but in friendly recompense.

Leon.

Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman.