chiding the violets

The oats have eaten the horses.

I am your butt, and I abide your shot.

Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks

I'll show your grace the strangest sight

I must cony-catch

Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star

What strong hand can hold his swift foot back?

Tell him I am deaf.

Sathan, avoid, I charge thee, tempt me not.