'T is now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.