Excerpted from William Shakespeare's "Hamlet", Act II, Scene 2:
Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet: Between who?
Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
Hamlet: Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward.
Polonius [aside]: Though there be madness, yet there is madness in't. — [to Hamlet] Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
Hamlet: Into my grave?
Polonius: Indeed, that is out of the air. [aside] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. [to Hamlet] My honorable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
Hamlet: You cannot sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal — except my life, except my life, except my life.