Act 1, Scene 1
BARNARDO: Who's there?
FRANCISCO: Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
BARNARDO: Long live the king!
FRANCISCO: Barnardo?
BARNARDO: He.
FRANCISCO: You come most carefully upon your hour.
Act 1, Scene 2
HAMLET: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!