Why may not that be the quillities, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? Why about the sconce with a dirty shovel and will not tell him of his action battery?...Will (his) vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases...
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose, I will win for him, an I can.
I'll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i' th' darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed.
Here, thou incestuous, (murd'rous,) damned Dane, Drink off this potion. Is (thy union) here?
Of that I shall have also cause to speak, And from his mouth whose voice will draw (on) more. But let this same be presently performed Even while men's mind are wild, lest more mischance on plots and errors happen.