Friar Francis: Lady, you come hither to be married to this count?Hero: I do.
Claudio: All you that see her, that she were a maid by these exterior shows? But she is none. She knows the heat of a luxurious bed. Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. Not to be married, not to knit my soul to an approvèd wanton.
Claudio: What man was he talked with you yesternight out at your window betwixt twelve and one? Now, if you are a maid, answer to this.Hero: I talked with no man at that hour, my lord.
Don Pedro: Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night talk with a ruffian at her chamber window who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain, confessed the vile encounters they have had a thousand times in secret.Don John: Thus, pretty lady, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.
Leonato: Could she here deny the story that is printed in her blood?—Do not live, Hero, do not ope thine eyes, for, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, myself would, on the rearward of reproaches, strike at thy life.
Friar Francis: And in her eye there hath appeared a fire to burn the errors that these princes hold against her maiden truth.