For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

“You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief,…”

“But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose…”

“Kneel not to me.The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you;The malice towards…”

“What are you doing sister? / Killing swine. ”