Complete Works of William Shakespeare: 197 Plays, Poems & Sonnets

Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes:

The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon:

cast thy nighted colour off,

HAMLET I would I had been there. HORATIO It would have much amazed you.

makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.

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.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!