Isab. What says my brother?
Claud.
Death is a fearful thing.
Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
115 Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the [delighted] spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to [reside]
120 In thrilling [region] of thick-ribbed ice;