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His legs bestrid the ocean ; his reared arm
Crested the world ; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't ; an autumn't was,
That grew the more by reaping ; his delights
Were dolphin-like ; they showed his back above
The element they lived in : in his livery
Walked crowns and crownets ; realms and islands
were
As plates dropped from his pocket. 5

                                                 Saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scaldrhymers
Ballad us out o'tune : the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels. 6

AS YOU LIKE IT Act. I. Sc. II
I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts,
wherein I confess me much guilty to deny so
fair and excellent ladies anything. But let your
fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial;
wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed