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More from William Shakespeare

Prologue: For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.

Act III, scene ii

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Things won are done, joy’s soul lies in the doing.

He takes false shadows for true substances.

Titus Andronicus, Act III, sc. 2.

Leonato: O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.