Next I pray leave me, leave me to my fortune
Difficilia pulchra, that's my Motto (Gentlemen)
I'le win this Diamond from the rock and wear her,
Or—
Mil.
Peace, the Vicar: send ye a full sail, Sir.
Ars.
There's your Confessor, but what shall be your penance?
Lean.
A fools head if I fail, and so forsake me.