[…] and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.
O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's murder.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mother, you have my father much offended.