All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.
For trust not him that hath once broken faith
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.