I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.