(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were read more

(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour.
(Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.

Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent read more

Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]

The more fools the more one laughs.
[Fr., Plus on est de fous, plus on rit.]

The more fools the more one laughs.
[Fr., Plus on est de fous, plus on rit.]

Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

And if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

And if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

Go then merrily to Heaven.

Go then merrily to Heaven.

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot read more

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.