Hamlet> Act I:SceneIV

Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I ’ll make a ghost of him that lets me!,

Something rotten in the state of Denmark,

I am thy father’s spirit, Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin’d to fast in fires,

Remember me,

O my prophetic soul! My uncle!

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