First Clown: A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
Hamlet: Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats will not debate the question of this straw.
Hamlet: I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.