What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth?

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than th…”

“Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam”

“[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!”

“Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?Polonius: By the mass…”