Sir Toby - Who Wilt Preach?

Warning every man
In all wisdom, as it's ne'er known
How say thee then?
Would heart of men think it, once?
To tell the secrets of the king's regicide__
Knave, rather live a dumb than die of his conscience;

Who wilt preach?

Ha! , doth the chick hold a spare life?
While yet fearless to swear an avenge;
The bloody fox, Of thine mother's demise,
Alas! 'Tis all of him, and pure truth is ne'er of thine breathe,
Lest the Lion in him tears thee apiece
Thou Letbeit, and sing him lauds of Virtue

Who wilt preach?

Hast thou sight'd the federal crooks?
For he is guilty of these faults,
And not one of my persons;
Come, Let us stand an oath and face 'em in the field,
O! Charge me, For as high alps, 'm bold,
Nay, Hold mine lips, Mine hand;

Who wilt preach?

And ne'er leap the he-man a space;
Or turn a running hare;
For I know, it grows 'Twixt timidity and Doubt,
Suckin' like heavy gale wilt blow thine heart;
Canst thou weigh the true light on darkest Verity? ,
Preach it, Ev'n so low or gently? ,
I know't as sourful as Lemon amix strong bile,
But 'Tis engrav'd on altar of every man's tongue;
Only but few canst Kill the bravery of a Lion,
Filter out, Of the Red sea, the Red sands and its ston'.

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