’Tis but a house! a house! “What’s in a name?”
Let it be sold, or in the sea be tossed—
His loved and mighty labours ne’er will be lost.
Altercation, dilapidation,—Time steps in and cheats the nation!
Great Premier,—Oh, King John,—grant this our charter,
Why in this land should genius be a martyr?
The Tempest’s rising, if we fail we fall;
And time may tell you a sad Winter’s Tale.
Come, As you like it, make this house a treasure,
Do not divide it, Measure for Measure.