My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
A table-full of welcome!
Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)
for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.