HERO, URSULA, AND BEATRICE.
THEN go we near her, that her ear lose nothing Of
the false sweet bait that we lay for it.
[They advance to the bower. No, truly, Ursula, she
is too disdainful;
I know, her spirits are as coy and wild As haggards
of the rock.
Urs. But are you sure, That Benedick
loves Beatrice so entirely?
Painted by the Rev. William Peters, R.A. Engraved
by Peter Simon.
THE INSIDE OF A CHURCH.
DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, LEONATO, FRIAR, CLAPDIO, BENEDICK,
HERO, AND BEATRICE.
Claud. O HERO! what a Hero hadst thou
If half thy outward graces had been placed
About thy thoughts, and counsels of thy heart!
But, fare thee well, most foul, most fair! farewell,
Thou pure impiety, and impious purity!
For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang,
To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
And never shall it more be gracious.
Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point
Beat. Why, how now, cousin? wherefore
sink you down?
D. John. Come, let us go: these things,
come thus to light, Smother her spirits up.
Painted by William Hamilton, R. A. Engraved by