Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?