Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

“Tis ten to one this play can never pleaseAll that are here. Some come to take t…”

“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.”

“By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.”

“I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?GUILDENSTERN: My lo…”