To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

The Small Amount Of Foolery Wise Men Have Makes A Great Show.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.