Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.