Hamlet: That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Ophelia: Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce that honesty?
Guildenstern: good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Halmet: Sir, a whole history. Guildenstern: The kind sir-- Hamlet: Ay, sir, what of him?
King: There's matter in these sighs. These profound heaves you must translate:'tis we fit we understand them. Where is your son? Queen: Bestow this place on us a little while. ah, mine own lord, what have I seen tonight?
Hamlet: Safely stowed. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern: Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Hamlet: but soft! What noise? Who calls Hamlet? O, here they come.
Hamlet: Good sir, whose powers are these? Captain: They are Norway, sir. Hamlet: How purposed, sir, I pray you? Captain: Against some part of Poland.