Beat. Kill Claudio.
Bene. Ha! not for the wide world.
[289] Beat. You kill me to deny it. Farewell.
[290] Bene. Tarry, sweet Beatrice.
Beat. I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I pray you, let me go.
Bene. Beatrice,—
Beat. In faith, I will go.
295 Bene. We’ll be friends first.
Beat. You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy.
Bene. Is Claudio thine enemy?