Hamlet

by: William Shakespeare

Act V, scene i

1
your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
(V.i.)
2
Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
(V.i.)
3
I loved Ophelia—forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity of love
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
(V.i.)