Friar.
Did I not tell you, she was innocent?

Leon.
So are the Prince and Claudio, who accus'd her,
Upon the error that you heard debated.
But Margaret was in some fault for this;
Although against her will, as it appears,
In the true course of all the question.

Ant.
Well; I am glad, that all things sort so well.

Bene.
And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Leon.
Well, Daughter, and you gentlewomen all,
Withdraw into a chamber by your selves,
And when I send for you, come hither mask'd:
The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour
To visit me; you know your office, brother,
You must be father to your brother's daughter,
And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies.

Ant.
Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.

Bene.
Friar, I must intreat your pains, I think.

Friar.
To do what, Signior?

Bene.
To bind me, or undo me, one of them:

Signior Leonato, truth it is, good Signior,
Your neice regards me with an eye of favour.

Leon.
That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most true.

Bene.
And I do with an eye of love requite her.

Leon.
The sight whereof, I think, you had from me,
From Claudio and the Prince; but what's your will?

Bene.
Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical;
But for my will, my will is, your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
I' th' state of honourable marriage;
In which, good Friar, I shall desire your help.

Leon.
My heart is with your liking.

Friar.
And my help.

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