Words, words, words

Hamlet
Words, words, words.Epizeuxis
Polonius
What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet
Between who?
Polonius
I mean the matter Antanaclesisthat you read, my lord.

Though this be madness, yet there is
method in ‘t.

Hamlet
Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have gray beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, Anaphoratogether with most weak hams; all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believeHendiadys and Alliteration, yet I
hold it not honesty to have Alliterationit thus set down; for
yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am, if, like a crab,
you could go backward.Simile
Polonius aside
Though this be madness, yet there is
method in ‘t.Paradox