_Dog._ One word more, honest neighbours. I pray you, watch about Signior Leonato’s door; for the wedding being 85 there to-morrow, there is a great coil to-night. Adieu: be vigitant, I beseech you. [_Exeunt Dogberry and Verges._ _Enter_ BORACHIO _and_ CONRADE. _Bora._ What, Conrade! _Watch._ [_Aside_] Peace! stir not. _Bora._ Conrade, I say! 90 _Con._ Here, man; I am at thy elbow. _Bora._ Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought there would a scab follow. _Con._ I will owe thee an answer for that: and now forward with thy tale. 95 _Bora._ Stand thee close, then, under this pent-house, for it drizzles rain; and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee. _Watch._ [_Aside_] Some treason, masters: yet stand close. _Bora._ Therefore know I have earned of Don John a 100 thousand ducats. _Con._ Is it possible that any villany should be so dear? _Bora._ Thou shouldst rather ask, if it were possible any villany should be so rich; for when rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will. 105 _Con._ I wonder at it. _Bora._ That shows thou art unconfirmed. Thou knowest that the fashion of a doublet, or a hat, or a cloak, is nothing to a man. _Con._ Yes, it is apparel. 110 _Bora._ I mean, the fashion. _Con._ Yes, the fashion is the fashion. _Bora._ Tush! I may as well say the fool’s the fool. But seest thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is? _Watch._ [_Aside_] I know that Deformed; a’ has been a 115 vile thief this seven year; a’ goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember his name. _Bora._ Didst thou not hear somebody? _Con._ No; ’twas the vane on the house. _Bora._ Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this 120 fashion is? how giddily a’ turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty? sometimes fashioning them like Pharaoh’s soldiers in the reeky painting, sometime like god Bel’s priests in the old church-window, sometime like the shaven Hercules in the smirched worm-eaten 125 tapestry, where his codpiece seems as massy as his club? _Con._ All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. But art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion? 130 _Bora._ Not so, neither: but know that I have to-night wooed Margaret, the Lady Hero’s gentlewoman, by the name of Hero: she leans me out at her mistress’ chamber-window, bids me a thousand times good night,—I tell this tale vilely:—I should first tell thee how the prince, Claudio 135 and my master, planted and placed and possessed by my master Don John, saw afar off in the orchard this amiable encounter. _Con._ And thought they Margaret was Hero?