Withnail & I Page #9

to the station. I'll be late.

- There's always time for a drink.

- No.

I don't have the time.

All right. I'll walk with you

through the park.

We can drink it on the way.

No. No more, thank you.

Listen, Withnail. It's a stinker.

Why don't you go back?

- Because I wanna walk you to the station.

- Well, don't.

Please don't.

I really don't want you to.

I shall miss you, Withnail.

I shall miss you too. Chin-chin.

"I have of late,

but wherefore I know not,

"lost all my mirth.

"And indeed it goes so heavily

with my disposition...

"that this goodly frame the earth...

"seems to me a sterile promontory.

"It's a most excellent canopy, the air.

"Look you, this brave,

o'er hanging firmament.

"This majestical roof

fretted with golden fire.

"Why, it appeareth nothing to me...

"but a foul and pestilent

congregation of vapors.

"What a piece of work is a man,

"how noble in reason,

"how infinite in faculties,

"how like an angel in apprehension.

"How like a god!

"The beauty of the world:

"Paragon of animals:

"Yet to me, what is

this quintessence of dust?

"Man delights not me.

"No, nor women neither.

Nor women neither. "

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