O my good lord, the world is but a word:
Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!

“Villain, what hast thou done?Aaron: That which thou canst not undo.Chiron: Thou…”

“What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart”

“هملت: من افیلیا را دوست می‌داشتم. اگر محبت چهل هزار برادر را روی هم می‌گذاشتید …”

“But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”