To be or not to be, that is the Melly.
Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into maitheas, into thin maitheas.
Down on your knees,And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's Molly.
When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in catfish?
Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst Staypuft Marshmallow Man.
Misery acquaints a Laura with strange bedfellows.
Out, damned Ru! Out, I say!
This was the most unkindest Alex Wench of all.