Hold! I have an idea.
Benedick.
[Nervously.] I hope not. Your ideas have been singularly unfortunate hitherto in my affairs.
Don Pedro.
Ah, but you’ll approve of this.
Benedick.
What is it?
Don Pedro.
Leave your wife, and come away with me.
Hold! I have an idea.
Benedick.
[Nervously.] I hope not. Your ideas have been singularly unfortunate hitherto in my affairs.
Don Pedro.
Ah, but you’ll approve of this.
Benedick.
What is it?
Don Pedro.
Leave your wife, and come away with me.