D. JOHN. Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light, Smother her spirits up. [Exeunt Don Pedro, Don John, and Claudio. BENE. How doth the lady? BEAT. Dead, I think. Help, uncle! Hero! why, Hero! Uncle! Signior Benedick! Friar! Death is the fairest cover for her shame That may be wish'd for. BEAT. How now, cousin Hero! FRIAR. Have comfort, lady. LEON. Dost thou look up? FRIAR. Yea, wherefore should she not? LEON. Wherefore! Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes: For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, Strike at thy life. Grieved I, I had but one? Chid I for that at frugal nature's frame? 111 Smother up] "Up" gives the verb intensitive force. Cf. As you like it, II, i, 62: "kill them up." 122 The story that . . . blood] The story which is discovered to be true by the passage of blood to and fro her face. Cf. the Friar's speech (159–161) infra, describing in her face "blushing apparitions" and "angel whiteness." 126 on the rearward of] in the rear of, after. Cf. Sonnet xc, 6, " Come in the rearward of a conquered woe." 128 frame] design or capacity (to give me only one child). 110 121 O, one too much by thee! Why had I one? Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, BENE. Sir, sir, be patient. For my part, I am so attired in wonder, I know not what to say. BEAT. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! BENE. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow. LEON. Confirm'd, confirm'd! O, that is stronger made Wash'd it with tears? Hence from her! let her die. 144 attired in wonder] wrapped in, clothed in wonder. Cf. Lucrece, 1601: "attired in discontent." 130 140 151 For I have only been silent so long, And given way unto this course of fortune, A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames LEON. Friar, it cannot be. Thou seest that all the grace that she hath left A sin of perjury; she not denies it: Why seek'st thou, then, to cover with excuse FRIAR. Lady, what man is he you are accused of? HERO. They know that do accuse me; I know none: If I know more of any man alive Than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, 166-167 with book] with the seal or proof of experience doth verify the general effect of my reading. 160 170 180 Maintain'd the change of words with any creature, FRIAR. There is some strange misprision in the princes. BENE. Two of them have the very bent of honour; And if their wisdoms be misled in this, The practice of it lives in John the bastard, Whose spirits toil in frame of villanies. LEON. I know not. If they speak but truth of her, 190 These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, The proudest of them shall well hear of it. Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, FRIAR. Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you in this case. Your daughter here the princes left for dead: And publish it that she is dead indeed; Maintain a mourning ostentation, And on your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites That appertain unto a burial. LEON. What shall become of this? what will this do? 200 To quit 209 What ... of this? What will come of this, be the consequence? 200 FRIAR. Marry, this, well carried, shall on her be half Change slander to remorse; that is some good: That what we have we prize not to the worth And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, Than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn, And wish he had not so accused her, No, though he thought his accusation true. Than I can lay it down in likelihood. 223 upon his words] owing to his words. Cf. Mids. N. Dr., II, i, 244: "To die upon [i. e. by] the hand I love so well.” 210 220 230 |