I said it was very rude of you to go to sleep when I am talking.
Benedick.
[Closing his eyes afresh.] It’s perfectly absurd of you to talk when I am going to sleep.
Beatrice.
[Girding herself for fresh witticisms.] Why absurd?
Benedick.
Because I don’t hear what you say, of course, my love.
Beatrice.
[Whose repartees have been scattered for the moment by this adroit compliment.] Well, well, sleep your fill, Bear. I’ll go and bandy epigrams with Ursula.