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DON JOHN

Fie, fie, they are not to be named, my lord,
Not to be spoke of! [95]
There is not chastity enough in language

Without offence to utter them. Thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

CLAUDIO
O Hero! What a Hero hadst thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been placed [100]
About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!

But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! Farewell,
Thou pure impiety and impious purity!
For thee I’ll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, [105]

To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never shall it more be gracious.

LEONATO
Hath no man’s dagger here a point for me?

Hero swoons.

BEATRICE
Why, how now, cousin! Wherefore sink you down?

DON JOHN
Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light, [110]

Smother her spirits up.
Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio.

BENEDICK
How doth the lady?

BEATRICE
Dead, I think. Help, uncle!
Hero! Why, Hero! Uncle! Signor Benedick! Friar!