110 Claud. If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why would he for the momentary trick Be perdurably fined?—O Isabel! 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”