For my part, I am so attired in wonder,
145 I know not what to say.
Beat. O, on my soul, my cousin is belied!
Bene. Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?
Beat. No, truly, not; although, until last night,
I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.
150 Leon. Confirm’d, confirm’d! O, that is stronger made
Which was before barr’d up with ribs of iron!
[152] Would the two princes lie, and Claudio lie,
Who loved her so, that, speaking of her foulness,