DON PEDRO.
Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side?
CLAUDIO.
Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit. I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure us.
DON PEDRO.
As I am an honest man, he looks pale. Art thou sick, or angry?
CLAUDIO.
What, courage, man! What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
BENEDICK.
Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you charge it against me. I pray you choose another subject.
CLAUDIO.
Nay then, give him another staff: this last was broke cross.
DON PEDRO.
By this light, he changes more and more: I think he be angry indeed.
CLAUDIO.
If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.
BENEDICK.
Shall I speak a word in your ear?
CLAUDIO.
God bless me from a challenge!