A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.
The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.