DON PEDRO	Come, Balthasar, we'll hear that song again.
BALTHASAR	O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once.
DON PEDRO	It is the witness still of excellency To put a strange face on his own perfection. I pray thee, sing, and let me woo no more.
BALTHASAR	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.
DON PEDRO	Now, 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.
DON PEDRO	Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks; Note, notes, forsooth, and nothing. [Air]
BENEDICK	Now, divine air! now is his soul ravished! Is it not strange that sheeps' 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, 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.
DON PEDRO	By my troth, a good song.