"Sir, I do recall having seen you in some other venue in this vast land, at which you were also at pains to be complementary of my feeble attempts to ascend the foothills of the mountain of Avon, but I have also noted -- or more accurately overhead -- that you yourself have taken on the noble name of actor and player, and have proposed to put the buskins on here, this very eve. I salute you sir, but am not currently disposed to perform: in true fact, you see before you an old man, broken with the storms of state, no longer one of the choice and master spirits of this age. Rather let my ashes new-create another heir: as great in admiration as the first! But remember, whatever you play, that when we are born, we cry, that we are come to this great stage of fools; and in spite of the veils of fond dreaming, so it persists unto the epilogue!!!" (Falls back into shadows, like Henry IV, Part 1 on his deathbed).