“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 this be madness, yet there is a method in't.—
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET. Into my grave? Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' 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.”