Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that s almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and t is like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or like a whale? Pol. Very like a whale.
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engagd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!