_Bene._ And I do with an eye of love requite her. _Leon._ The sight whereof I think you had from me, 25 From Claudio, and the prince: but what’s your will? _Bene._ Your answer, sir, is enigmatical: But, for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin’d In the state of honourable marriage: 30 In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. _Leon._ My heart is with your liking. _Friar._ And my help. Here comes the prince and Claudio. _Enter_ DON PEDRO _and_ CLAUDIO, _and two or three others_. _D. Pedro._ Good morrow to this fair assembly. _Leon._ Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Claudio: 35 We here attend you. Are you yet determin’d To-day to marry with my brother’s daughter? _Claud._ I’ll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. _Leon._ Call her forth, brother; here’s the friar ready. [_Exit Antonio._ _D. Pedro._ Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what’s the matter, 40 That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? _Claud._ I think he thinks upon the savage bull. Tush, fear not, man; we’ll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; 45 As once Europa did at lusty Jove, When he would play the noble beast in love. _Bene._ Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low; And some such strange bull leap’d your father’s cow, And got a calf in that same noble feat 50 Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. _Claud._ For this I owe you: here comes other reckonings. _Re-enter_ ANTONIO, _with the_ Ladies _masked_. Which is the lady I must seize upon? _Ant._ This same is she, and I do give you her. _Claud._ Why, then she’s mine. Sweet, let me see your face. 55 _Leon._ No, that you shall not, till you take her hand Before this friar, and swear to marry her. _Claud._ Give me your hand: before this holy friar, I am your husband, if you like of me. _Hero._ And when I lived, I was your other wife: 60 [_Unmasking._ And when you loved, you were my other husband. _Claud._ Another Hero! _Hero._ Nothing certainer: One Hero died defiled; but I do live, And surely as I live, I am a maid. _D. Pedro._ The former Hero! Hero that is dead! 65 _Leon._ She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived. _Friar._ 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, 70 And to the chapel let us presently. _Bene._ Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? _Beat._ [_Unmasking_] I answer to that name. What is your will? _Bene._ Do not you love me? _Beat._ Why, no; no more than reason. _Bene._ Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Claudio 75 Have been deceived; they swore you did.