1 Indeed, that is out o the air.
2 It is a nipping and an eager air.
3 The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
4 For lo, his sword, Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam, seem'd i th'air to stick.
5 Excellent, i faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
6 Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
7 I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
8 Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends, And let them know both what we mean to do And what's untimely done, so haply slander, Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.