This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

You are strangely troublesome.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.