D. Pedro. You know he does.
080 D. John. I know not that, when he knows what I know.
Claud. If there be any impediment, I pray you discover it.
D. John. You may think I love you not: let that appear hereafter, and aim better at me by that I now will [085] manifest. For my brother, I think he holds you well, and in dearness of heart hath holp to effect your ensuing marriage,—surely suit ill spent and labour ill bestowed.
D. Pedro. Why, what’s the matter?
D. John. I came hither to tell you; and, circumstances [090] shortened, for she has been too long a talking of, the lady is disloyal.
Claud. Who, Hero?
D. John. Even she; Leonato’s Hero, your Hero, every man’s Hero.
095 Claud. Disloyal?
D. John. The word is too good to paint out her wickedness; I could say she were worse: think you of a worse title, and I will fit her to it. Wonder not till further warrant: [099] go but with me to-night, you shall see her chamber-window 100 entered, even the night before her wedding-day: if [101] you love her then, to-morrow wed her; but it would better fit your honour to change your mind.