LEONATO.
Sweet Prince, why speak not you?
DON PEDRO.
What should I speak?
I stand dishonour’d, that have gone about
To link my dear friend to a common stale.
LEONATO.
Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?
DON JOHN.
Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true.
BENEDICK.
This looks not like a nuptial.
HERO.
True! O God!
CLAUDIO.
Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince’s brother?
Is this face Hero’s? Are our eyes our own?
LEONATO.
All this is so; but what of this, my lord?
CLAUDIO.
Let me but move one question to your daughter,
And by that fatherly and kindly power
That you have in her, bid her answer truly.
LEONATO.
I charge thee do so, as thou art my child.