Uncaged Archimedes cooped-up there?
Second Friend. Who fears?
Here 's have at thee!
Seventh Friend. Correctly now! "Pulvis et cinis" ...
Fust. The verse ye so value, it happens I hold
In my memory safe from initium to finis.
Word for word, I produce you the whole, plain enrolled,
Black letters, white paper—no scribe's red and gold!
Omnes. Aroint thee!