“Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.”

“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

“Return'd so soon! Rather approached too late: the capron burns, the pig falls from the spit, the clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; my mistress made it one upon my cheek: she is hot because the meat is cold; the meat is cold because you have no stomach, you have no stomach, having broke your fast; but we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, are pentent for your default today.”

“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?”

“Well, well! Why, have you any discretion? Have you anyeyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, goodshape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth,liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?CRESSIDAAy, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date inthe pie, for then the man's date is out.”

“And Caesar shall go forth.”

“A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.”