Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive / Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, / And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, / To prick and sting her.

Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

I prithee, when thou see’st that act a-foot, / Even with the very comment of thy soul / Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt / Do not itself unkennel in one speech, / It is a damned ghost that we have seen;

O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?

Break we our watch up, and by my advice, / Let us impart what we have seen tonight / Unto young Hamlet; for upon my life, / This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy, / And will not let belief take hold of him / Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.

And then it started, like a guilty thing / Upon a fearful summons.

Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.

But, soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!

A figure like your father, / Armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie, / Appears before them, and with solemn march / Goes slow and stately by them