Don Pedro.
I think you might make it verse—as you’re leaving her for ever. It seems more in keeping with the solemnity of the occasion.
Benedick.
So it does. [Writes.]
Bored to death by Beatrice’ tongue
Was the hero that lived here——
Hush! Isn’t that your wife over there in the arbour?
Benedick.
[Losing his temper.] Dash it all! There’s nothing but eaves-dropping in this play.