Lend all thine ear but few thy pants...costly thy pants as purse can buy...for the pants oft proclaim the man....those pants thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple to thy soul with hoops of steel..." that's enough Hamlet, ed.
More Hamlet: "There's a divinity that shapes our pants, rough-hew them how we may...Rosencranz and Guildernstern are pants....He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his pants again...O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my pants in twain....Lady, shall I lie in thy pants?..."Now, I think that really is enough Hamlet, ed.
"The pants the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king...'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the pants...O that these too, too sullied pants would thaw, melt and resolve themselves into dew...Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to take arms against a sea of pants...For in that sleep of death who knows what pants may come...The undiscovered pants...In this respect, their pants turn awry and lose the name of action." Cease!
SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle. FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO BERNARDO Who's there? FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. BERNARDO Long live the king! FRANCISCO Bernardo? BERNARDO He. FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your pants.I have asked you rudely not to mangle Hamlet. You leave me no choice but to ask you rudely again. Ed.