DOGBERRY.
Ha, ah, ha! Well, masters, good night: an there be any matter of weight chances, call up me: keep your fellows’ counsels and your own, and good night. Come, neighbour.
SECOND WATCH.
Well, masters, we hear our charge: let us go sit here upon the church bench till two, and then all to bed.
DOGBERRY.
One word more, honest neighbours. I pray you, watch about Signior Leonato’s door; for the wedding being there tomorrow, there is a great coil tonight. Adieu; be vigitant, I beseech you.
[Exeunt Dogberry and Verges.]
Enter Borachio and Conrade.
BORACHIO.
What, Conrade!
WATCH.
[Aside] Peace! stir not.
BORACHIO.
Conrade, I say!
CONRADE.
Here, man. I am at thy elbow.
BORACHIO.
Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought there would a scab follow.