O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables!—Meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me!
You would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops.
You would pluck out the heart of my mystery.
You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.
And there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak?
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me!
You cannot, sir!, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal — except my life...
Except my life...
Except my life!
There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all...
... Now come at me brah. :D