I iv 216 “I prithee daughter, do not make me mad
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell
We’ll no more meet, no more see each other”
II iv 282 “I have full cause of weeping,
But this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I’ll weep. O fool! I shall go mad!
III iv 11 “When the mind is free
The body’s delicate; this tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there- filial ingratitude”
I iv 200 “now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou are now; I am a Fool, thou art nothing”
III ii 70 “The art of our necessities is strange,
And can make vile things precious”
“…giving substance to shadows, and throwing a mist over all common-place actualities. It is the nature of thought to be indefinite…” Coleridge
I ii“These indeed seem,
For they are actions that am man might play;
But I have that within which passeth show,
These are but the trappings and the suites of woe”
I ii “But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue”
I ii “A little more than kin, and less than kind”
I ii “I am too much in the Sun”
I v 108 “That one may smile and smile and be a villain”