Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,

With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint; O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let’s go together.

William Shakespeare
The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.
Act I, Scene V.
1601