Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight.
The old folk, time's doting chronicles.
There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.
Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
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?