Enter Benedick.
DON PEDRO.
See, see; here comes the man we went to seek.
CLAUDIO.
Now, signior, what news?
BENEDICK.
Good day, my lord.
DON PEDRO.
Welcome, signior: you are almost come to part almost a fray.
CLAUDIO.
We had like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth.
DON PEDRO.
Leonato and his brother. What think’st thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them.
BENEDICK.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came to seek you both.
CLAUDIO.
We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy wit?
BENEDICK.
It is in my scabbard; shall I draw it?