Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
If there is a good will, there is great way.
Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'