But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
The hideous god of war.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.