At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I hear them—ding-dong bell.
You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
Those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest, and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favoredly.
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Escalus. What do you think of the trade, Pompey? Is it a lawful trade? Pompey. If the law would allow it, sir. Escalus. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Pompey. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth of the city? Escalus. No, Pompey. Pompey. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.
Ferdinand. I do beseech you— Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers— What is your name? Miranda. Miranda.—O my father, I have broke your hest to say so. Ferdinand. Admired Miranda, Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world!
Ghost. My hour is almost come When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost!
Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in? Such may rail against great buildings.
I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted, By your renouncement an immortal spirit, And to be talked with in sincerity, As with a saint.