Beat. Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
Mess. I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
[065] Beat. No; an he were, I would burn my study. But, pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil?
Mess. He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.
070 Beat. O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! if he have [073] caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere [074] a’ be cured.
075 Mess. I will hold friends with you, lady.
Beat. Do, good friend.
[077] Leon. You will never run mad, niece.
Beat. No, not till a hot January.
[079] Mess. Don Pedro is approached.