Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,

Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

And reason panders will.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,