Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker spare him if stronger spare thyself.
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks. — What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, 130 That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs?
But in the beaten way of friendship what make you at Elsinore?
Make use of time, let not advantage slip.
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.