From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty. 122 As surfeit is the father of much fast, 123 So every scope by the immoderate use 124 Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, 125 Like rats that raven down their proper bane, 126 A thirsty evil, and when we drink, we die.
CLAUDIO
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty. 122
As surfeit is the father of much fast, 123
So every scope by the immoderate use 124
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, 125
Like rats that raven down their proper bane, 126
A thirsty evil, and when we drink, we die. 127
