I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.

“O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse?…”

“Why, then the world ’s mine oyster,Which I with sword will open.”

“Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,And be it moon, or sun, or what you …”

“O all you host of heaven!O Earth! waht else?And shall i couple hell? O Fie! Hol…”