My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Full fathom five thy father lies

My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

Make passionate my sense of hearing.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Ready to go but never to return.