bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou sham’st the music of sweet news By playing it to part them, in the likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then they dream of love; O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on fees; O’er ladies’ lips, who straight