If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

“Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the m…”

“For we, which now behold these present days,Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongu…”

“Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,And young affection gapes to be his he…”

“One sees more devils than vast hell can hold”