O, God defend me, how am I beset!

Hero
O, God defend me, how am I beset!—
What kind of catechizing call you this?
Claudio
To make you answer truly to your name.
Hero
Is it not Hero? Who can blot that name
With any just reproach?
Claudio
Marry, that can Hero!
Hero itself can blot out Hero’s virtue.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been
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

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.
Prince
Why, then, are you no maiden.—Leonato,
I am sorry you must hear. Upon mine honor,
Myself, my brother, and this grievèd count
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
Fie, fie, they are not to be named, my lord,
Not to be spoke of!
There is not chastity enough in language,
Without offense, to utter them.—Thus, pretty lady,
I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.
Claudio
O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been
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.
Leonato
Hath no man’s dagger here a point for me?
  Hero falls.
Beatrice
Why, how now, cousin, wherefore sink you down?
Don John
Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light,
Smother her spirits up.
  Claudio, Prince, and Don John exit.