Which, without note, here’s many else have done,—
You shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical;
As if I loved my little should be dieted
In praises sauced with lies.
(i. ix. 42.)
So, too, with the welcome of the crowd at his homecoming:
No more of this; it does offend my heart;
Pray now, no more.
(iI. i. 185.)