And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.

Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!