The game is up

“Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!The wind sits in the shoulder of y…”

“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,But love from love, toward…”

“For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of …”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”