Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir.
My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,
And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.

“By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.”

“Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his qui…”

“Ma la virilità si è tutta smammolata in coccolette; il coraggio svaporato in co…”

“A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Lov…”