1 Lo, here I lie, Never to rise again.
2 Be wary then, best safety lies in fear.
3 For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
4 That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
5 Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine.
6 You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours.'
7 His antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Repugnant to command.
8 For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three branches.
9 Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
10 But 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.'
11 I entreat you both That, being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time, so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather, So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus That, open'd, lies within our remedy.