“Yet tell her of it; hear what she will say.”
Quite unconscious of all that had taken place, Beatrice advanced, and in her usual mocking style announced:
“Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.”
“Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains,” said Benedick.
“I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me,” said Beatrice carelessly. “If it had been painful I would not have come.”
“You take pleasure, then, in the message?” said Benedick eagerly.
“Yes, just so much as you may take upon a knife’s point, and choke a daw withal,” laughed Beatrice. “You have no appetite, signor? Fare you well.” And off she went gaily.