Yet am I thankful. If my heart were great, ’Twould burst at this. Captain I’ll be no more, But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft As captain shall. Simply the thing I am Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. Rust sword, cool blushes, and, Parolles, live Safest in shame! Being fool’d, by fool’ry thrive! There’s place and means for every man alive. I’ll after them.
