Why, how now, Claudio? Whence comes this restraint?
Why, how now, Claudio? Whence comes this
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty.
As surfeit is the father of much fast,Simile
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that raven down their proper bane,Simile
A thirsty evil, and when we drink, we die.
If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I
would send for certain of my creditors. And yet, to
say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of
freedom as the mortality of imprisonment.Alliosis