Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.