If friendly phrases, honey’d speech, bewitching accent,
Well-tuned melody, and all sweet gifts
Of nature, cannot avail or win him to it,
Then let him raise his gall up to his tongue,
And be as bitter as physicians’ drugs,
Stretch his mouth wider with big swoll’n phrases.
O, here’s a lad of mettle, stout Don Andrea,
Mettle to the crown,
Would shake the king’s high court three handfuls down.
Spain. And well picked out, Knight Marshal; speech well-strung;