Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.