Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord?

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

I Dote On His Very Absence.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.