_D. Pedro._ Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly: 170 the old man’s daughter told us all. _Claud._ All, all; and, moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden. _D. Pedro._ But when shall we set the savage bull’s horns on the sensible Benedick’s head? 175 _Claud._ Yea, and text underneath, ‘Here dwells Benedick the married man’? _Bene._ Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thanked, 180 hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your company: your brother the bastard is fled from Messina: you have among you killed a sweet and innocent lady. For my Lord Lackbeard there, he and I shall meet: and till then peace be with him. [_Exit._ 185 _D. Pedro._ He is in earnest. _Claud._ In most profound earnest; and, I’ll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice. _D. Pedro._ And hath challenged thee. _Claud._ Most sincerely. 190 _D. Pedro._ What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! _Claud._ He is then a giant to an ape: but then is an ape a doctor to such a man. _D. Pedro._ But, soft you, let me be: pluck up, my heart, 195 and be sad. Did he not say, my brother was fled? _Enter_ DOGBERRY, VERGES, _and the_ Watch, _with_ CONRADE _and_ BORACHIO. _Dog._ Come, you, sir: if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne’er weigh more reasons in her balance: nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to. _D. Pedro._ How now? two of my brother’s men bound! 200 Borachio one! _Claud._ Hearken after their offence, my lord. _D. Pedro._ Officers, what offence have these men done? _Dog._ Marry, sir, they have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they 205 are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. _D. Pedro._ First, I ask thee what they have done; thirdly, I ask thee what’s their offence; sixth and lastly, why 210 they are committed; and, to conclude, what you lay to their charge. _Claud._ Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; and, by my troth, there’s one meaning well suited. _D. Pedro._ Who have you offended, masters, that you are 215 thus bound to your answer? this learned constable is too cunning to be understood: what’s your offence?