Part 2 — THE INCORRIGIBLE.

Pol. “If at home, sir, He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy; My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all; He makes a July’s day short as December; And, with his varying childness, cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.” Winter’s Tale, Act 1, Scene 2.