Guildenstern: On Fortune's cap we are not the button.
Hamlet: Nor the soles of her shoes?
Rosencrantz: Neither, my lord.
Hamlet:Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favors?
Guildenstern: Faith, her privates we.
Hamlet: In the secret parts of Fortune?  Oh, most true.  She is a strumpet.