(..) of an enseamed bed Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love over the nasty sly Oh speak to me no more, these words like daggers enter in mine ears - No more, sweet Hamlet - A murderer and a villain A slave that is not the twentieth part the worth of your preceding lord A king of vices, (..)

(..) Oh heart, lose not thy nature. Let not ever the soul of Nero enter this firm bosom Let me be cruel, not unnatural. I will speak daggers to her but use none I like him not, nor stands it safe with us to let his madness range. Therefore prepare you I your commission will forthwith dispatch (..)