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D. Pedro.

Good den, good den.

Claud.

Good day to both of you.

Leon.

Hear you, my lords—

D. Pedro.

We have some haste, Leonato.

Leon.

Some haste, my lord! Well, fare you well, my lord.

Are you so hasty now? well, all is one.

D. Pedro.

Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old man.

Ant.

If he could right himself with quarrelling,

Some of us would lie low.

Claud.

Who wrongs him?

Leon.

Marry, thou dost wrong me, thou dissembler, thou—

Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

I fear thee not.

Claud.

Marry, beshrew my hand,

If it should give your age such cause of fear.

In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.

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.