Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!