Thou knave! Thou fool!
Thou lowly baseborn fellow!
Thee wouldst have me think of thee
As if thou was't mine own companion?
I may not scrape the stars with lofty brow
My station is not set within the firmament
But thou dost ere, and do unto me most grevious wrong
When thou dost claim
To be, unto me, my familiar
Thou art not! Nor ever shall be! Of mine own peerage
And, would I could, I would quit me of thy company!