Midsummer Night’s Dream — V. 1
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
Winter’s Tale — II. 2
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:
I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Much Ado About Nothing — II. 1
Slander
Slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave,
This viperous slander enters.