Act i. Sc. 3.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.
Act i. Sc. 4.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Act i. Sc. 5.
Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full of the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.