Page 1364 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks;
Note notes, forsooth, and nothing. [55]
Music.
BENEDICK
Now, divine air! Now is his soul ravished! Is it not strange that sheep’s guts
should hale souls out of men’s bodies? Well, a horn for my money, when all’s
done.
The Song.
BALTHASAR
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, [60]
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny, [65]
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so, [70]
Since summer first was leavy;
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny. [75]
DON PEDRO
By my troth, a good song.
BALTHASAR
And an ill singer, my lord.
DON PEDRO
