Much Ado About Nothing Quotes

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever.

Don Pedro is an excellent courter. I am a poor, honest one.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Friendship is constant in all things save in the office and affairs of love.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy if I could say how much.

Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years?

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

I am not of many words, but I thank God.

Speak low if you speak love.

There’s a double meaning in that.

I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife.

Is’t possible? Sits the wind in that corner?

I can see the end of my nose.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

There’s nothing in the world so cursed as a she.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!

If I could be a beautiful tree, I would be.

For low desire bring men to wantonness and lows to meanness.

Give me leave to bring you where Lady Hero and sweet Claudia are.

Men’s vows are women’s traitors.

Men can be deceived and so can women.

It tires me to talk of it.

If it prove so, then loving goes by haps: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Much Ado About Nothing Quotes part 2

You know my heart: but I am sorry for your ladyship.

He wears out his youth for the needy.

Friendship is constant in all things save in the office and affairs of love.

If you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Is it not strange that sheep’s guts should hale souls out of men’s bodies?

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof melancholy and would fain have it beaten away.

I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter.

I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.

I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

We will have dancing afterward.

By my troth, it is no addition to her wit,—nor no great argument of her folly.

Think yourself a baby that you have ta’en these tenders for true pay, which are not sterling.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

There’s small choice in rotten apples.

For certain I will go.

Shall I speak a word in your ear?

Are you good men and true?

Thou wast ever an obstinate heretic in the despite of beauty.

She were better love a dream.

I think he shall carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple.