Whither wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
Mark me.
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Alas, poor ghost!
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphureous and tormenting flams must render up myself
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O God! Murder!
I am thy father's spirit; revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
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O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
I find thee apt; Now Hamlet hear: 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. But know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life now wears the crown.
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Aye, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power so to seduce!
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Fare thee well at once! Adieu, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
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O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? Remember thee! Aye, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee!
My tables,-meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile and be a villain; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
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Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
Marcellus
Lord Hamlet!
Heaven secure him!
Horatio
So be it!
Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
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No; you will reveal it.
What news, my lord?
Nor I, my lord.
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
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There's ne'er a villain dwelling in Denmark but he's an arrant knave.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this.
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Why, right; you are i; the right; and so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: you, as your business and desire shall point you; for everyman hath business and desire, such as it is; and for my own poor part, look you I'll go pray.
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes faith, heartily.
There's no offense, my lord.
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Swear.
Swear.
Ghost
Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword