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.

Well, my lord: If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, And ’scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

They are coming to the play; I must be idle: Get you a place.

For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. Exit.