Act 2 — Act ii. Sc. 7.

And railed on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms.... And looking on it with lack-luster eye, "Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale."

Motley's the only wear.