What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.
Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.