"Good. I've befriended too many divorced women to watch you two become strangers to each other. Thou hast married thy first love, for which I admire thee, but there will be new trials and changes for every year thou art together." Reluctantly, Claudius rolls off of Laertes, looking up at the ceiling. "It's why I believe Sagramore is at times short-sighted. Thou livest and lovest for the moment, I know, and think not on a future so distant as to be untouchable. But when thou dost wed someone, thou wed'st thy futures and thy fortunes. Were he in perfect health, it would still decline as he grew older ... as will thine, in ways the young never anticipate. By learning to bear your ills together now, thou wilt be better prepared for what's to come."