-What do you read, my lord?
-What is the matter, my lord?
-Between who?
-I mean the matter that you read, my lord.
-Slanders, sir. For the satirical rogue says here that old men have gray 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 yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am - if like a crab you could go backward.
-Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet, II, 2

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