| Leonato: Come Friar Francis be brief; only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties awfterwards. | You come hither, my lord, to marry this lady. |
| Claudio: NoLeonato: To be married to her: friar, you come to marry her. | Lady, you come hither to be married to this count. |
| Hero: I do. | If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, charge you, on your souls, to utter it. |
| Claudio: Know you any, Hero?Hero: None, my lord. | Know you any, count? |
| Leonato: O Fate! take not away thy heavy hand. Death is the fairest cover for her shame that may be wish’d for.Beatrice: How now, cousin Hero! | Have comfort, lady. |
| Leonato: Dost thou look up? | Yea, wherefore should she not? |
| Benedick: Sir, sir, be patient. For my part, I am so attired in wonder, I know not what to say.Beatrice: O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! | Hear me a little; For I have only be to start into her face, a thou Lady, what man is he you are accused of? |
| Hero: They know that do accuse me; I know none: | There is some strange misprision in the princes. |
| Leonato: If they wrong her honour, the proudest of them shall well hear of it. | Pause awhile, and let my counsel sway you in this case. Your daughter here the princes left for dead: Let her awhile be secretly kept in, and publish it that she is dead indeed; |
| Leonato: What shall become of this? What will this do? | She dying, as it must so be maintain’d, upon the instant that she was accused, shall be lamented, pitied and excused of every hearer: So will it fare with Claudio: When he shall hear she died upon his words, the idea of her life shall sweetly creep into the study of his imagination… |
| ME: …into the study of his imagination… | …and every lovely organ of her life shall come apparell’d in more precious habit, more moving-delicate and full of life, into the eye and prospect of his soul, than when she lived indeed; then shall he mourn, and wish he had not so accused her. |
| Leonato: Being that I flow in grief, the smallest twine may lead me. | Come, lady, die to live: this wedding-day perhaps is but prolong’d: have patience and endure. |
| Act 5, Scene 4 | Did I not tell you she was innocent? |
| Leonato: Well, daughter, and you gentle-women all, withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, and when I send for you, come hither mask’d.(Ladies Exit) | Here comes the prince and Claudio |
| Don Pedro: The former Hero! Hero that is dead!Leonato: She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived. | All this amazement can I qualify: When after that the holy rites are ended, I’ll tell you largely of fair Hero’s death: Meantime let wonder seem familiar. |
Much Ado – Friar Francis
July 6, 2019