Act 1 scene iii
Marc- What madness is this that I should dawdle
And wait upon vanity’s wayward hope?
What delusion gives that passing humour
Might find greater joy in my company
When I am, to all other eyes, a fool?
It's as if good sense has given away
My expectation of the bold demise
Usually found when I’d endeavour so.
Now, instead, it baits me onward to act
As though through some measure might gain vict’ry.
Yet what call can be made to the restless
Except to bear patience against fell fear
And wage bold wars upon his temitry.