Classical Monologue

Hamlet by William Shaqespeare Act 3 scene 2: (Player Queen) So many journeys may the sun and moon make us again count o'er ere love be done! But woe is me, you are so sick of late, so far from cheer and from your former state, that I distrust you. Yet though I distrust, discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must. For women's fear and love hold quantity, in neither aught, or in extremity. Now what love is proof hath made you know, and as my love is sized, my fear is so. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fears grow great, great love grows there.