040 After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq.
It is my only suit;
045 Provided that you weed your better judgements
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise. I must have liberty