Albert: I've seen plenty of men die, but I've never seen a soul.
King Claudius: Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
Duke of Norfolk: Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first: anger is like
A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.