L a Douleur

« LAERTES

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,

And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet

It is our trick; nature her custom holds,

Let shame say what it will. When these are gone,

The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord.

I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,

But that this folly drowns it. » 

Eau folie