King Lear? Three witches? Dost thou know the difference between King Lear and Macbeth, Good Amos? But 'tis the infirmity of your age: yet your hath ever but slenderly known yourself. But I must admit that your are not knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. Nay, thou art not such! Perhaps you are a man more sinn'd against than sinning. But then, Amos, fair is foul, and foul is fair, and we merely over through the fog and filthy air. I know that you dare do all that may become a man and who dares do more, is none. But I shall now stop and call for you the innocent sleep; sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.