Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
 With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do t' express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.

Hamlet Act 1 scene v

Alyssa Robinkoff