Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.