HAMLET: This is the witches’ hour, when graveyards yawn open, and the stench of hell seeps out, poisoning the world.
Now I could drink hot blood and do such terrible deeds that people would tremble, even in daylight.
But I must quiet myself now—off to my mother.
Oh heart, let me be cruel but not inhuman. My words will be like daggers, but I will use no real ones. And so my words will conceal what’s truly in my heart!