Alas! he gets nothing by that. In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and
now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left,
to be known a reasonable creature.
O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker
runs presently mad. God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a
thousand pound ere a’ be cured.