1 How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge.
2 Sit down awhile, And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
3 Heaven's face doth glow, Yea this solidity and compound mass, With tristful visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick at the act.
4 Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three liberal conceited carriages: that's the French bet against the Danish.
5 And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart.
6 But tell me Why you proceeded not against these feats, So crimeful and so capital in nature, As by your safety, wisdom, all things else, You mainly were stirr'd up.
7 Peace, sit you down, And let me wring your heart, for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
8 The King, sir, hath wager'd with him six Barbary horses, against the which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so.