BENEDICK.
[Aside] And he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they would have hanged him; and I pray God his bad voice bode no mischief. I had as lief have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.
DON PEDRO. Yea, marry; dost thou hear, Balthasar? I pray thee, get us some excellent music, for tomorrow night we would have it at the Lady Hero’s chamber window.
BALTHASAR.
The best I can, my lord.
DON PEDRO.
Do so: farewell.
[Exeunt Balthasar and Musicians.]
Come hither, Leonato: what was it you told me of today, that your niece Beatrice was in love with Signior Benedick?
CLAUDIO.
O! ay:—[Aside to Don Pedro] Stalk on, stalk on; the fowl sits. I did never think that lady would have loved any man.
LEONATO.
No, nor I neither; but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemed ever to abhor.
BENEDICK.
[Aside] Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?
LEONATO.
By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell what to think of it but that she loves him with an enraged affection: it is past the infinite of thought.