A very scurvy fellow.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Every good servant does not all commands.

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.