Prince. May be she doth but counterfeit
Claud. Faith like enough
Leon. O God! counterfeit? there was neuer counterfeit of passion, came so neere the life of passion as she discouers it
Prince. Why what effects of passion shewes she?
Claud. Baite the hooke well, this fish will bite
Leon. What effects my Lord? shee will sit you, you
heard my daughter tell you how
Clau. She did indeed
Prince. How, how I pray you? you amaze me, I would haue thought her spirit had beene inuincible against all assaults of affection
Leo. I would haue sworne it had, my Lord, especially against Benedicke
Bene. I should thinke this a gull, but that the whitebearded fellow speakes it: knauery cannot sure hide himselfe in such reuerence
Claud. He hath tane th' infection, hold it vp