seest that
act afoot,
Even with
the very
comment of
thy soul
Observe my
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.
Hor. Well,
my lord.
If he
steal
aught the
whilst
this play
is
playing,
