POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.