Act 4 Scene 5 Lines 35-45
What is a man
if his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th' event
(A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
wisdom...)
Act 5 Scene 1 Lines 214-224
No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither,
with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it, (as
thus:) Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander
returned to dust; the dust is earth; of earth
we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he he
was converted might they not stop a beer barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
