A room in Leonato’s house.

[Enter Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Margaret, Ursula, F.Francis, and Hero.]

FRIAR FRANCIS. Did I not tell you she was innocent?

LEONATO. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused her

Upon the error that you heard debated;

But Margaret was in some fault for this,

Although against her will, as it appears

In the true course of all the question.

ANTONIO. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.

BENEDICK. And so am I, being else by faith enforced

To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

LEONATO. Well, daughter, and you gentle-women all,

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves,

And when I send for you, come hither masked.

The prince and Claudio promised by this hour

To visit me. You know your office, brother;

[Exeunt Ladies.]

You must be father to your brother’s daughter

And give her to young Claudio.

ANTONIO. Which I will do with confirmed countenance.

BENEDICK. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.

FRIAR FRANCIS. To do what, signior?

BENEDICK. To bind me, or undo me; one of them.

Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

LEONATO. That eye my daughter lent her; ’tis most true.

BENEDICK. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

LEONATO. The sight whereof I think you had from me,

From Claudio and the prince; but what’s your will?

BENEDICK. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical;

But, for my will, my will is your good will

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined

In the state of honourable marriage;

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

LEONATO. My heart is with your liking.

FRIAR FRANCIS. And my help.

Here comes the prince and Claudio.

[Enter Don Pedro and Claudio, and two or three others.]

DON PEDRO. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

LEONATO. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Claudio;

We here attend you. Are you yet determined

To-day to marry with my brother’s daughter?

CLAUDIO. I’ll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.

LEONATO. Call her forth, brother; here’s the friar ready.

[Exit Antonio.]

DON PEDRO. Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what’s the matter,