The gall of hazard, so they grow together,
Will never sink; they must not; say they could,
A willing man dies sleeping, and all’s done.
Arc. Shall we make worthy uses of this place,
That all men hate so much?
Pal. How, gentle cousin?
Arc. Let’s think this prison a holy sanctuary
To keep us from corruption of worse men!
We’re young, and yet desire the ways of honour:
That, liberty and common conversation,