He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

“Who’s there? Fool. Marry, here’s grace and a cod-piece; that’s a wise man and a…”

“I pray thee, cease thy counsel,Which falls into mine ears as profitlessAs water…”

“Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys? Come hither, boy: ask me this slave i…”

“A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”