Sampson: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Gregory: No, for then we should be colliers.
King Claudius: Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
Queen Gertrude: Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:
And I beseech you instantly to visit my too much changed son.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.