reportingly

What fire is in mine ears ? Can this be true ?
Stand I condemned 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 .