If you be too bard, you will be broken;
If you be too feeble, you will be crushed."
But what the exact total of all these "too's" may be is a riddle only the Higher Mathematics can solve.
"Our Play is done"
—after which, in Elizabeth's day, "the characters (one or more) were wont to kneel down upon the stage and to offer a solemn prayer for the sovereign, or other patron":
"My tongue is wearie; when my Legs are too, I will bid you good night; and so kneele down before you: But (indeed) to pray for the Queene."
Henry IV.
[245]. "Ah! would 'twere so."
I know that all beneath the moon decays,
And what by mortals in this world is brought