1 He was the first that ever bore arms.
2 I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
3 The first row of the pious chanson will show you more.
4 Yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger.
5 Give first admittance to th'ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
6 So think thou wilt no second husband wed, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
7 When I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions of my sudden and more strange return.
8 But such officers do the King best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
9 If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the battlements their ordnance fire; The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath, And in the cup an union shall he throw Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn.
10 Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it.