Friar. She dying, as it must be so maintain’d,

Upon the instant that she was accus’d,

Shall be lamented, pity’d, and excus’d,

Of every hearer: for it so falls out,

That what we have we prize not to the worth,

While we enjoy it; but being lack’d and lost,

Why then we rack the value; then we find

The virtue, that possession would not shew us

Whilst it was ours.—So will it fare with Claudio;

When he shall hear she dy’d upon his words,