She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.

HERO

     If it proves so, then loving goes by haps:
     Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

     Exeunt HERO and URSULA

BEATRICE

     [Coming forward]
     What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?
     Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much?
     Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!
     No glory lives behind the back of such.
     And, Benedick, love on; I will requite thee,
     Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand:
     If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee
     To bind our loves up in a holy band;
     For others say thou dost deserve, and I
     Believe it better than reportingly.