To thine
Own self be true
Tender yourself more dearly
Or… You’ll tender me a fool
Drabbing -
You may go so far
This is the very
Ecstasy of love
That he is mad ‘tis true;
‘Tis true ‘tis pity; and pity tis tis true
I have a daughter
Though this be madness
Yet there is method in’t
O,
I am slain