Come, will you go with me?

Benedick
Come, will you go with me?
Claudio
Whither?
Benedick
Even to the next willow, about your own business,
county. What fashion will you wear the garland of?
About your neck like a usurer’s chain? Or under your
arm like a lieutenant’s scarf? You must wear it one way,
for the Prince hath got your Hero.
Claudio
I wish him joy of her.

Ho, now you strike like the blind man. ’Twas the
boy that stole your meat, and you’ll beat the post.

Benedick
Why, that’s spoken like an honest drover; so
they sell bullocks. But did you think the Prince
would have served you thus?
Claudio
I pray you, leave me.
Benedick
Ho, now you strike like the blind man. ‘Twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post.Metaphor
Claudio
If it will not be, I’ll leave you.
  He exits.
Benedick
Alas, poor hurt fowl, now will he creep into
sedges. But that my Lady Beatrice should know
me, and not know me! The Prince’s fool! Ha, it may
be I go under that title because I am merry. Yea, but
so I am apt to do myself wrong. I am not so reputed!
It is the base, though bitter, disposition of Beatrice
that puts the world into her person and so gives me
out. Well, I’ll be revenged as I may.
  Enter the Prince, Hero, and Leonato.
Prince
Now, signior, where’s the Count? Did you see him?
Benedick
Troth, my lord, I have played the part of
Lady Fame. I found him here as melancholy as a
lodge in a warren. I told him, and I think I told him
true, that your Grace had got the goodwill of this
young lady, and I offered him my company to a
willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being
forsaken, or to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to
be whipped.
Prince
To be whipped? What’s his fault?
Benedick
The flat transgression of a schoolboy who, being
overjoyed with finding a bird’s nest, shows it
his companion, and he steals it.
Prince
Wilt thou make a trust a transgression? The
transgression is in the stealer.
Benedick
Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been
made, and the garland too, for the garland he
might have worn himself, and the rod he might
have bestowed on you, who, as I take it, have stolen
his bird’s nest.