Is she kind as she is fair?
All things are ready, if our mind be so.
Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.