Hamlet:Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal.
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle.

Ophelia: What means this, my lord?

Hamlet: Marry, this is miching malhecho. That means mischief.

Gertrude: The lady protests too much, methinks.

Claudius: Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in it?

Ophelia: The king rises!

Polonious: Give o'er the play.

Claudius: Give me some light. Away.

Hamlet: What, frighted with false fire?