Phil. What's that?
Theo. When wilt thou break?—break, break, break?
Phil. Ha?
I would the voice were strong, or I nearer.
Theo. Shame, shame, eternal shame? what have I done?
Phil. Done?
Theo. And to no end, what a wild journey
Have I more wildly undertaken?
Phil. Journey?
Theo. How, without counsel? care? reason, or fear?
Phil. Whither will this fit carry?
Theo. Oh my folly!