Guzman. Thanks, Master Sancho, I'm your servant.
Our bargain's made, so here's my hand.

Bertran & Beatrice. Of all you say she'll prove observant,
Obedient still to your command.

Beatrice. Of her duty I've given her a sample;
Before her she has my example.
In her conduct you'll ne'er find a flaw,
If she copy her mother-in law.

Bertran. Will you ever thus be prating?
Always your perfections stating?
Can't you bridle up your tongue?
Must your larum still be rung?—
My Lord, our thanks we must express—

Beatrice May Heav'n your noble Lordship bless—

Guzman. I've more to do than you can guess—

Beatrice & Bertran. Our thanks how can we ever tell?

Guzman. I wish you both good day—farewell!