Enter GHOST and
Where wilt thou lead me? Speak, I’ll go no
My hour is almost come
When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
5Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Speak. I am bound to
So art thou to revenge when thou shalt hear.
I am thy father’s spirit,
10Doomed for a certain term to walk the night
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
15I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,