Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jest at me: I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool; As, under privilege of age, to brag What I have done being young, or what would do, Were I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by; And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to trial of a man. I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child; Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart, And she lies buried with her ancestors: O! in a tomb where never scandal slept, Save this of hers, fram'd by thy villany. Claud. My villany! Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say. D. Pedro. You say not right, old man. Leon. My lord, my lord, I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; Despite his nice fence and his active practice, His May of youth and bloom of lustihood. Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd my child; If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed; But that's no matter; let him kill one first;-- Win me and wear me,--let him answer me,-- Come, follow me, boy; come sir boy, come follow me: Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence; Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will. Leon. Brother,-- Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my niece; And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains; That dare as well answer a man indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue: Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops!-- Leon. Brother Antony,-- Ant. Hold your content: What, man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go anticly, show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all. Leon. But, brother Antony ,-- Ant. Come, 't is no matter; Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience. My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. My lord, my lord,-- D. Pedro. I will not hear you. Leon. No? Come, brother, away:--I will be heard;-- Ant. And shall, Or some of us will smart for it. [Exeunt Leonato and Antonio.] [Enter Benedick.] D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we went to seek. Claud. Now, signior! what news? Bene. Good day, my lord. D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost come to part almost a fray. Claud. We had like to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth. D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother: What think'st thou? Had we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour: I came to seek you both.