How now, cousin Hero!
Friar. Have comfort, lady.
[118] Leon. Dost thou look up?
Friar. Yea, wherefore should she not?
[120] 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,
[125] Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,