Beatrice. … none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villany; 525 for he both pleases men and angers them, and then they laugh at him and beat him. I am sure he is in the fleet: I would he had boarded me.
Benedick. When I know the gentleman, I’ll tell him what you say.
Beatrice. Do, do: he’ll but break a comparison or two on me; 530 which, peradventure not marked or not laughed at, strikes him into melancholy; and then there’s a partridge wing saved, for the fool will eat no supper that night.