Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
My love admits no qualifying dross
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
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.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.