Bene. Not I, believe me.
Beat. Did he never make you laugh?
Bene. I pray you, what is he?
120 Beat. Why, he is the prince’s jester: a very dull fool; [121] only his gift is in devising impossible slanders: none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in [123] his wit, but in his villany; for he both pleases men and angers them, and then they laugh at him and beat him. I 125 am sure he is in the fleet: I would he had boarded me.
Bene. When I know the gentleman, I’ll tell him what you say.
Beat. Do, do: he’ll but break a comparison or two on me; which, peradventure not marked or not laughed at, 130 strikes him into melancholy; and then there’s a partridge [131] wing saved, for the fool will eat no supper that night. [Music.] We must follow the leaders.
Bene. In every good thing.
Beat. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at [135] the next turning. [Dance. Then exeunt all except Don John, Borachio, and Claudio.
[136] D. John. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it. The ladies follow her, and but one visor remains.
Bora. And that is Claudio: I know him by his bearing.