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.

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

Love hath made thee a tame snake

Grace and remembrance be to you both.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

Heaven give you many, many merry days.

Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.