William Shakespeare's Hamlet, 1603
ACT I SCENE V
Rest, rest, perturbèd spirit!—So, gentlemen,
185 With all my love I do commend me to you,
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
190 The time is out of joint. O cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let’s go together.