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My stars shine darkly over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
"What’s a drunken man like, Fool?"
"Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him."