[Exit Beatrice. Benedick looks cautiously round to see if she is really gone, and then heaves a sigh of relief.
Benedick.
Poor Beatrice! If only she were not so incorrigibly sprightly. She positively drives one to subterfuge.
[Produces a book from his pocket, which he reads with every appearance of being entirely awake.
Enter Don Pedro, as from a journey.
Benedick does not see him.
Don Pedro.
Signior Benedick!
Benedick.