The Winter's Taleby William Shakespeare
LEONTES "Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh?_a note infalliable
Of breaking honesty. Horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift,
Hours minutes, noon midnight? And all eyes
Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
Why then the world and all that's in't is nothing,
he covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings
If this be nothing."
Act II Scene II
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