Ready to go but never to return.

“Bad is the world, and all will come to naughtwhen such ill-dealing must be seen…”

“I wear my rue with a difference.”

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, …”

“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Harpier …”