Papa Ubu: Ah, dirt! Isn’t injustice just as worthy as justice? Ah, you abuse me, Mama Ubu. I’m going to cut you into little pieces!
Osric: The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so.
Hamlet: Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee!