_Dogberry._ Write down--that they hope they serve God. And write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains!--Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. How answer you for yourselves? _Conrade._ Marry, sir, we are none. _Dogberry._ A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you; but I will go about with him.--Come you hither, sirrah; a word in your ear, sir; I say to you, it is thought you are false knaves. _Borachio._ Sir, I say to you, we are none. _Dogberry._ Well, stand aside.--’Fore God, they are both in a tale. Have you writ down, that they are none? _Sexton._ Master constable, you go not the way to examine: you must call forth the watch that are their accusers. _Dogberry._ Yea, marry, that’s the eftest way.--Let the watch come forth.--Masters, I charge you, in the prince’s name, accuse these men. _1st Watch._ This man said, sir, that Don John, the prince’s brother, was a villain. _Dogberry._ Write down--Prince John a villain. Why, this is flat perjury, to call a prince’s brother villain. _Borachio._ Master constable-- _Dogberry._ Pray thee, fellow, peace: I do not like thy look, I promise thee. _Sexton._ What heard you him say else? _2d Watch._ Marry, that he had received a thousand ducats of Don John, for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully. _Dogberry._ Flat burglary as ever was committed! _Verges._ Yea, by the mass, that it is. _Sexton._ What else, fellow? _1st Watch._ And that Count Claudio did mean, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly, and not marry her. _Dogberry._ O villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. _Sexton._ What else? _2d Watch._ This is all. _Sexton._ And this is more, masters, than you can deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and, upon the grief of this, suddenly died.--Master constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato’s: I will go before, and show him their examination. (_Exit._) _Dogberry._ Come, let them be opinioned. _Verges._ Let them be in the hands-- _Conrade._ Off, coxcomb! _Dogberry._ God’s my life! Where’s the sexton? Let him write down--the prince’s officer, coxcomb.--Come, bind them.--Thou naughty varlet! _Conrade._ Away! You are an ass! you are an ass!