Hamlet: . . . Give me one poor request. Horatio: What is't, my lord? we will. Hamlet: Never make known what you have seen to-night. . . .Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost: [Beneath] Swear. Hamlet: Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, truepenny? Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage— Consent to swear.

red tape and green ferret

Regardless how many other people may have voted to approve a candidate for membership, a single blackball will reject the candidate.

Your children are completely out of control. Can you stop them running around like that?