My back o’ t’other side,—O my back, my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death with jauncing up and down to hide his bauble in a charnel-house, O’er-cover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls. Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me from heaven By leaving earth? Comfort