Borachio: Tush, I may as well say the fool's the fool. But seest thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is?
Beatrice: He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
Don Pedro: Speak low if you speak love.
Benedick: In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Claudio: Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Beatrice: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Claudio: Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
Against whose charms faith melteth in blood.
Don Pedro: Nay, pray thee, come,
Or, if thou wilt hold longer argument,
Do it in notes.
Balthasar: Note this before my notes:
There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting.