[Withdraws.]
Enter Don Pedro, Leonato and Claudio, followed by Balthasar and Musicians.
DON PEDRO.
Come, shall we hear this music?
CLAUDIO.
Yea, my good lord. How still the evening is,
As hush’d on purpose to grace harmony!
DON PEDRO.
See you where Benedick hath hid himself?
CLAUDIO.
O! very well, my lord: the music ended,
We’ll fit the kid-fox with a penny-worth.
DON PEDRO.
Come, Balthasar, we’ll hear that song again.
BALTHASAR.
O! good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.
DON PEDRO.
It is the witness still of excellency,
To put a strange face on his own perfection.
I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.
BALTHASAR.
Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy; yet he wooes;
Yet will he swear he loves.