LEONATO.
My heart is with your liking.
FRIAR.
And my help. Here comes the Prince and Claudio.
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, with Attendants.
DON PEDRO.
Good morrow to this fair assembly.
LEONATO.
Good morrow, Prince; good morrow, Claudio:
We here attend you. Are you yet determin’d
Today to marry with my brother’s daughter?
CLAUDIO.
I’ll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
LEONATO.
Call her forth, brother: here’s the friar ready.
[Exit Antonio.]
DON PEDRO.
Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
CLAUDIO.
I think he thinks upon the savage bull.
Tush! fear not, man, we’ll tip thy horns with gold,
And all Europa shall rejoice at thee,
As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
When he would play the noble beast in love.