Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet. / If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away, / And when he’s not himself does wrong Laertes, / Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. / Who does it, then? His madness.

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.

It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

Who's there?

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

The chariest maid is prodigal enough / If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

Give thy thoughts no tongue, / Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.

Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, / When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul / Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, / Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, / Even in their promise, as it is a-making, / You must not take for fire.