Con. And thought thy Margaret was Hero? Bor. Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio, but the diuell my Master knew she was Margaret and partly by his oathes, which first possest them, partly by the darke night which did deceiue them, but chiefely, by my villanie, which did confirme any slander that Don Iohn had made, away went Claudio enraged, swore hee would meete her as he was apointed next morning at the Temple, and there, before the whole congregation shame her with what he saw o're night, and send her home againe without a husband Watch.1. We charge you in the Princes name stand Watch.2. Call vp the right master Constable, we haue here recouered the most dangerous peece of lechery, that euer was knowne in the Common-wealth Watch.1. And one Deformed is one of them, I know him, a weares a locke Conr. Masters, masters Watch.2. Youle be made bring deformed forth I warrant you, Conr. Masters, neuer speake, we charge you, let vs obey you to goe with vs Bor. We are like to proue a goodly commoditie, being taken vp of these mens bils Conr. A commoditie in question I warrant you, come weele obey you. Exeunt. Enter Hero, and Margaret, and Vrsula. Hero. Good Vrsula wake my cosin Beatrice, and desire her to rise Vrsu. I will Lady Her. And bid her come hither Vrs. Well Mar. Troth I thinke your other rebato were better Hero. No pray thee good Meg, Ile weare this Marg. By my troth's not so good, and I warrant your cosin will say so Hero. My cosin's a foole, and thou art another, ile weare none but this Mar. I like the new tire within excellently, if the haire were a thought browner: and your gown's a most rare fashion yfaith, I saw the Dutchesse of Millaines gowne that they praise so Hero. O that exceedes they say Mar. By my troth's but a night-gowne in respect of yours, cloth a gold and cuts, and lac'd with siluer, set with pearles, downe sleeues, side sleeues, and skirts, round vnderborn with a blewish tinsel, but for a fine queint gracefull and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't Hero. God giue mee ioy to weare it, for my heart is exceeding heauy Marga. 'Twill be heauier soone, by the waight of a man Hero. Fie vpon thee, art not asham'd? Marg. Of what Lady? of speaking honourably? is not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your Lord honourable without marriage? I thinke you would haue me say, sauing your reuerence a husband: and bad thinking doe not wrest true speaking, Ile offend no body, is there any harme in the heauier for a husband? none I thinke, and it be the right husband, and the right wife, otherwise 'tis light and not heauy, aske my Lady Beatrice else, here she comes. Enter Beatrice. Hero. Good morrow Coze Beat. Good morrow sweet Hero Hero. Why how now? do you speake in the sick tune? Beat. I am out of all other tune, me thinkes