Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.