The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

The wheel is come full circle.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.

He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.