"The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark" by William Shakespeare, Act 5

Or of a courtier, which could say “Good morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, sweet lord?”

Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillities, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?

How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.

He poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once.

Who is this they follow?
And with such maimèd rites? This doth betoken
The corse they follow did with desp’rate hand
Fordo its own life.

We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.

I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minist'ring angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.

Pluck them asunder.

Their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow.

But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article...

The King, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary horses, against the which he has impawned, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so.

The phrase would be more germane to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides.

Not a whit. We defy augury. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come.

...So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall’n on th’ inventors’ heads.