(..) Goodnight, mother Where is your son? What, Gertrude, how does Hamlet? Mad as the seas and wind, when both contend which is the mightier In his lawless fit, behind the arras healing something stir... ...he whips his rapier out and cries 'a rat, a rat' And in his frantic apprehension (..)

(..) ...which he stood seized of to the conqueror Now sir, young Fortinbras, of unimproved mettle hot and full... ...hath in the skins of Norway here and there sharked up a troop of lawless resolutes For to recover of us by strong hand those foresaid lands so by his father lost And this, I take it, (..)