Mal. M, O, A, I; this [simulation] is not as the former:
and yet, to crush this a little, it would [bow to me], for every
one of these letters [are] in my name. Soft! here follows prose.
[Reads] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are [born] great, some [achieve]
greatness, and some have greatness [thrust upon 'em]. Thy Fates open
their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace [them;] and, to inure
thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear
fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy
tongue [tang] arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity: