Francisco: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself
Not so, my lord. I am to much i' the sun.
Claudius: How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Good Hamlet, Cast thy nighted color off and let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'ti common. All that lives must die passing through nature to eternity
Laertes: My necessities are embarked. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit and convey is assistant, do not sleep, but let me hear you
Ophelia:Do you doubt that?
It will not speak. Then I will follow it.
Look, with what courteous action it waves you to a more removed ground But do not go with it.
No, by no means!
Alas poor ghost!
My hour is almost come when I to sulfurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself