[101] Hero. Why, every day, to-morrow. Come, go in:
I’ll show thee some attires; and have thy counsel
[103] Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.
[104] Urs. She’s limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
105 Hero. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps:
[106] Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. [Exeunt Hero and Ursula.
Beat. [Coming forward] [107] What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!
[110] No glory lives behind the back of such.