HAMLET: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than you can dream of in your philosophy.
But now listen—
No matter how strangely I act—since I may soon find it appropriate to put on a show of madness—you must never let on that you know about me.
HAMLET: Rest, rest, you perturbed spirit.
So gentlemen, let us go in together—and keep your fingers to your lips, I pray.
The world’s gone off its course and the time is out of joint—
Oh cursèd spite, that ever I was born to set it right.