Claud. O Hero! what a Hero hadst thou been 110 Leon. Hath no man's dagger here a point for me? Beat. Why, how now, cousin, wherefore sink you [HERO SWOONSs. down? John. Come, let us go: these things, come thus to light, Smother her spirits up. [Exeunt Don PEDRO, Don JOHN, and CLAUDIQ. Bene. How doth the lady? Beat. Dead, I think;-Help, uncle ; Hero! why, Hero!-uncle !—Signior Benedick !— friar! Leon. O fate! take not away thy heavy hand! Death is the fairest cover for her shame, That may be wish'd for. Beat. How now, cousin Hero ? Friar. Have comfort, lady. Leon. Dost thou look up? Friar. Yea; Wherefore should she not ? 120 Leon. Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny The |