I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
And when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.
I wish you well and so I take my leave I Pray you know me when we meet again.
The rest is silence.
Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus? FIRST MUSICIAN How, sir, how! CLOWN Are these, I pray you, wind instruments? FIRST MUSICIAN Ay, marry, are they, sir. CLOWN O, thereby hangs a tale. FIRST MUSICIAN Whereby hangs a tale, sir? CLOWN Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know.