Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.