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,