Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said she cared not.
[169] D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an 170 if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: the old man’s daughter told us all.
[172] Claud. All, all; and, moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.
[174] D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull’s [175] horns on the sensible Benedick’s head?
Claud. Yea, and text underneath, ‘Here dwells Benedick the married man’?
Bene. Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: you break 180 jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your company: your brother the bastard is fled from Messina: you have among you killed a sweet [184] and innocent lady. For my Lord Lackbeard there, he and [185] I shall meet: and till then peace be with him. [Exit.
D. Pedro. He is in earnest.
Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I’ll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice.
[189] D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee.
190 Claud. Most sincerely.