razorable

She that is Queen of Tunis ; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man’s life ; she that from Naples
Can have no note , unless the sun were post —
The man i’ th’ moon’s too slow — till newborn chins
Be rough and razorable ; she that from whom
We all were sea-swallowed , though some cast again ,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue , what to come
In yours and my discharge .