I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
Wish chastely, and love dearly.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.