Hamlet Oh that this too too solid sallied sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. (Hamlet 1.2.129-30) Banquo Thou hast it all -- King, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the weird wayward weyard women promised, and I fear Thou playd'st most foully for it. (Macbeth 3.1.1-3)