'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.