Benedick's Song

Though I see within thine eyes Sudden frown of cloudy skies, Yet I bid them "merry morn" For they tell me Love is born. So ha-há! with há-ha-há! For they tell me Love is born.

Storms of mocking from thy lips Lash me still like airy whips; But to-day thy scorn I scorn For I know that Love is born. So ha-há! with há-ha-há! For I know that Love is born.

O the hail that rattles fierce Through my hodden cloak to pierce! What care I if rags be torn? Love and I are beggars born! So ha-há! with há-ha-há! Love and I are beggars born!