HERO.
Nothing certainer:
One Hero died defil’d, but I do live,
And surely as I live, I am a maid.
DON PEDRO.
The former Hero! Hero that is dead!
LEONATO.
She died, my lord, but whiles her slander liv’d.
FRIAR.
All this amazement can I qualify:
When after that the holy rites are ended,
I’ll tell you largely of fair Hero’s death:
Meantime, let wonder seem familiar,
And to the chapel let us presently.
BENEDICK.
Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?
BEATRICE.
[Unmasking.] I answer to that name. What is your will?
BENEDICK.
Do not you love me?
BEATRICE.
Why, no; no more than reason.
BENEDICK.
Why, then, your uncle and the Prince and Claudio
Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
BEATRICE.
Do not you love me?