[Doubtfully.] She’d come after us.
Don Pedro.
Yes, but we should have the start.
Benedick.
That’s true. By Jove, I’ll do it! Let’s go at once.
[Rises hastily.
Don Pedro.
I think you ought to leave some kind of message for her—just to say good-bye; you know. It seems more polite.
Benedick.
Perhaps so. [Tears leaf out of pocket-book.] What shall it be, prose or verse? I remember Claudio burst into poetry when he was taking leave of Hero. Such bad poetry too!