Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.