You'd be Rosalind--but you've a dash of the old nurse in you.

Your father's Hamlet, come to years of discretion; and I'm--well, I'm a bit of them all; I'm quite a large bit of the fool, but the fools in Shakespeare say all the clever things.

Now who shall William be?
A hero?
Hotspur?
Henry the Fifth?
No, William's got a touch of Hamlet in him, too.

I can fancy that William talks to himself when he's alone.

Ah, Katharine, you must say very beautiful things when you're together!" she added wistfully, with a glance at her daughter, who had told her nothing about the dinner the night before.
"Oh, we talk a lot of nonsense," said Katharine, hiding her slip of paper as her mother stood by her, and spreading the old letter about Shelley in front of her.
"It won't seem to you nonsense in ten years' time," said Mrs.Hilbery.
"Believe me, Katharine, you'll look back on these days afterwards; you'll remember all the silly things you've said; and you'll find that your life has been built on them.