My Hands Are Of Your Color, But

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).