Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.

Hamlet. Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge.
you go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you!

(3) Queen. What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me? Help, ho!

(1) Polonius. [behind] What, ho! Help!

Hamlet. [draws] How now? A rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
[Thrusts his rapier through the arras and] kills Polonius

(8) Polonius. [behind] O, I am slain!

Queen. O me, what hast thou done?

Hamlet. Nay, I know not. Is it the King?

Queen. O what a rash and bloody deed is this!

Hamlet. A bloody deed-- almost as bad, good Mother,
As killl a king, and marry with his brother.

Queen. As kill a king?

Ay, lady, it was my word.
[Lifts up the arras and sees Polonius.]
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
(Hamlet III.iv, 18-32)

Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a torch

Second Murderer. A light, a light!

Third Murderer. 'Tis he.

First Murderer. Stand to't.

Banquo. It will rain tonight.

First Murderer. Let it come down!

[They attack Banquo]

(4) Banquo. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. -- O slave!

Third Murderer. Who did strike out the light?

[Banquo dies. Fleance escapes.]
(Macbeth, III.iv, 17-25)

Ophelia. My lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honorable fashion.

Polonius. Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to.

Ophelia. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

(7) Polonius. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows... (Hamlet I.iii, 110-117)

(9) Montano. O monstrous act!

(10)Emilia. Villainy, villainy, villainy!
I think upon't-- I think I smell't!-- O villainy!
I thought so then.-- I'll kill myself for grief--
O villainy, villainy!

Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you get you home.

Emilia. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak.
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance Iago, I will ne'er go home.

Othello. O! O! O!

[falls on the bed]

Emilia. Nay, lay thee down and roar,
For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent
That e'er did lift up eye.
(Othello V.ii, 187-197)