[Exeunt Ladies.]
You know your office, brother;
You must be father to your brother’s daughter,
And give her to young Claudio.
ANTONIO.
Which I will do with confirm’d countenance.
BENEDICK.
Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
FRIAR.
To do what, signior?
BENEDICK.
To bind me, or undo me; one of them.
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.
LEONATO.
That eye my daughter lent her. ’Tis most true.
BENEDICK.
And I do with an eye of love requite her.
LEONATO.
The sight whereof I think, you had from me,
From Claudio, and the Prince. But what’s your will?
BENEDICK.
Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, my will is your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin’d
In the state of honourable marriage:
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.