I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
But then I sigh, with a piece of Scripture Tell them that God bids us to do evil for good; And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stolen out of Holy Writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
In thy foul throat thou liest.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
