Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.