Act 2: Scene 1

Well, I would you did like me.

Which is one?

I love you the better: the hearers may cry, Amen.

Amen.

No more words: the clerk is answered.

Act 2: Scene 3

O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.

Because you talk of wooing, I will sing;
Since many a wooer doth commence his suit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes,
Yet will he swear he loves.

Note this before my notes;
There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
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,
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,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, &c.

And an ill singer, my lord.

The best I can, my lord.