Which is he that killed the deer?
Sir, it was I.
A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men’s;
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i’ th’ forest,
A motley fool. A miserable world!