The World Must Be Peopled!

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'