Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think

Benedick
Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.
Friar
To do what, signior?

But for my will, my will is your goodwill
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined
In the state of honorable marriage

Benedick
To bind me, or undo me, one of them.—
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Your niece regards me with an eye of favor.
Leonato
That eye my daughter lent her; ’tis most true.
Benedick
And I do with an eye of love requite her.
Leonato
The sight whereof I think you had from me,
From Claudio, and the Prince. But what’s your will?
Benedick
Your answer, sir, is enigmatical.
But for my will, my will is your goodwill
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined
In the state of honorable marriage—
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.
Leonato
My heart is with your liking.
Friar
And my help.