Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

Exit, pursued by a bear.

The nature of bad news affects the teller.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.