1 Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
2 Not from his mouth, Had it th'ability of life to thank you.
3 Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.
4 But if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
5 Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
6 It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little.
7 But such officers do the King best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
8 Examples gross as earth exhort me, Witness this army of such mass and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an eggshell.