Act ii. Sc. 2,
Still harping on my daughter.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Man delights not me—nor woman neither.