To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,[131:1] and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
My fate cries out,