[047] Dog. It shall be suffigance.
[048] Leon. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, they stay for you to give your daughter 050 to her husband.
[051] Leon. I’ll wait upon them: I am ready. [Exeunt Leonato and Messenger.
Dog. Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacole; bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol: we are now [054] to examination these men.
055 Verg. And we must do it wisely.
[056] Dog. We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here’s [057] that shall drive some of them to a noncome: only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the gaol. [Exeunt.