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

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

Season your admiration for awhile With an attent ear, till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.

nay it is; I know not 'seems.'

Speak; I am bound to hear.

Ghost [Beneath] Swear.

horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

best safety lies in fear:

but you must fear, His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth:

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