And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.

Season your admiration for awhile With an attent ear, till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.

forced breath,

this is wondrous strange!

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:

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.

Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.