BEATRICE.
Benedictus! why benedictus? you have some moral in this benedictus.
MARGARET.
Moral! no, by my troth, I have no moral meaning; I meant, plain holy thistle. You may think, perchance, that I think you are in love: nay, by’r Lady, I am not such a fool to think what I list; nor I list not to think what I can; nor, indeed, I cannot think, if I would think my heart out of thinking, that you are in love, or that you will be in love, or that you can be in love. Yet Benedick was such another, and now is he become a man: he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging: and how you may be converted, I know not; but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.
BEATRICE.
What pace is this that thy tongue keeps?
MARGARET.
Not a false gallop.
Re-enter Ursula.
URSULA.
Madam, withdraw: the Prince, the Count, Signior Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the town are come to fetch you to church.
HERO.
Help to dress me, good coz, good Meg, good Ursula.
[Exeunt.]
Scene V. Another Room in Leonato’s House.
Enter Leonato and Dogberry and Verges.