Which I
have told
thee of my
father's
death: I
prithee,
when thou
seest that
act afoot,
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, And
my
imaginations
are as
foul As
Vulcan's
stithy.
Give him
heedful
note;For I
mine eyes
will rivet
to his
face, And
after we
will both
our
judgments
join In
censure of
his
seeming.
HORATIO
