And whatโs he then that says I play the villain?
When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
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.