Don Pedro.
I don’t think I quite follow you.
Benedick.
In plain English, my dear Lord, I find the only way to go on living with Beatrice is never to listen to her. As soon as she begins to be witty I fall into a kind of swoon, and in that comatose condition I can live through perfect coruscations of brilliancy without inconvenience.
Don Pedro.
Does she like that?
Benedick.
Candidly, I don’t think she does.
Don Pedro.