My Dad used to show off how fast he could get through 'To Be Or Not To be To be, or not to be' (from Hamlet 3/1)speech; use the phrase (I know not where from), Give me patience mother dear for I am to be Queen of the May; when he was trying to be calm. It was most probably from a Laurel and Hardy film.
He would poke his head round a doorway and make his right hand curl around his neck so it looked like someone else was trying to choke him, and do Laurel and Hardy impressions.
I wish I could ask him more about his life now. I was only thirty five when he died.