Much adoe
25962469That you haue
such a Februarie face,
25972470So full of fro
st, of
storme, and clowdine
sse.
25982471Claud. I thinke he thinkes vpon the
sauage bull:
25992472Tu
sh feare not man, weele tip thy hornes with gold,
26002473And all Europa
shall reioyce at thee,
26012474As once Europa did at lu
stie Ioue,
26022475When he would play the noble bea
st in loue.
26032476Bene. Bull Ioue
sir had an amiable lowe,
26042477And
some
such
strange bull leapt your fathers cowe,
26052478And got a calfe in that
same noble feate,
26062479Much like to you, for you haue iu
st his bleate.
26072480 Enter brother, Hero, Beatrice, Margaret, Vrsula. 26082481Clau. For this I owe you: here comes other recknings.
26092482Which is the Lady I mu
st seize vpon?
26102483Leo. This
same is
she, and I do giue you her.
26112484Claud. Why then
shees mine,
sweet, let me
see your face.
26122485Leon. No that you
shall not till you take her hand,
26132486Before this Frier, and
sweare to marry hir.
26142487Claud. Giue me your hand before this holy Frier,
26152488I am your husband if you like of me.
26162489Hero And when I liu'd I was your other wife,
26172490And when you loued, you were my other husband.
26202493One Hero died de
filde, but I do liue,
26212494And
surely as I liue, I am a maide.
26222495Prince The former Hero, Hero that is dead.
26232496Leon. She died my Lord, but whiles her
slaunder liu'd.
26242497Frier All this amazement can I quali
fie,
26252498When after that the holy rites are ended,
26262499Ile tell you largely of faire Heroes death,
26272500Meane time let wonder
seeme familiar,
26282501And to the chappell let vs pre
sently.
26292502Ben. Soft and faire Frier, which is Beatrice?
26302503Beat. I an
swer to that name, what is your will?
26322505Beat. Why no, no more then rea
son.
Bene.