Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.