BENEDICK.
Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.
BEATRICE.
Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.
BENEDICK.
Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?
BEATRICE.
Yea, as sure is I have a thought or a soul.
BENEDICK.
Enough! I am engaged, I will challenge him. I will kiss your hand, and so leave you. By this hand, Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your cousin: I must say she is dead; and so, farewell.
[Exeunt.]
Scene II. A Prison.
Enter Dogberry, Verges, and Sexton, in gowns; and the Watch, with Conrade and Borachio.
DOGBERRY.
Is our whole dissembly appeared?
VERGES.
O! a stool and a cushion for the sexton.