[Starting up on hearing his name.] Ah, my dear Lord. Welcome to Padua.
Don Pedro.
[Looks him up and down.] But how’s this? You look but poorly, my good Benedick.
Benedick.
I am passing well, my Lord.
Don Pedro.
And your wife, the fair Beatrice? As witty as ever?
Benedick.
[Grimly.] Quite!
Don Pedro.