He’s that he is: I may not breathe my censure What he might be: if what he might he is not, I would to heaven he were!

’Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew That stroke would prove the worst!

Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, And new-create this fault?

Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so That I may save my speech: do but go after, And mark how he continues.