To link my dear friend to a common stale.
065 Leon. Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?
D. John. Sir, they are spoken, and these things are true.
Bene. This looks not like a nuptial.
Hero.
True! O God!
Claud. Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the prince? is this the prince’s brother?
070 Is this face Hero’s? are our eyes our own?
Leon. All this is so: but what of this, my lord?