Barnardo: Who's there?

Francisco: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.

Barnardo: Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.

Marcellus: What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
Horatio: Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

Marcellus: Peace, break thee off. Look where it comes again.
Barnardo: In the same figure like the King that's dead.

Horatio: Stay, speak, speak, I charge thee speak.

Hamlet: I am glad to see you well. Horatio -- or I do forget myself.

Hamlet: My father -- methinks I see my father.
Horatio: O where, my lord?

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

Hamlet: Be thou spirit of health or goblin damned,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou come'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane. O answer me!

Ghost: I am thy father's spirit,
Doomed 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.

Ghost: Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always in the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous distilment...
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispateched.

Ghost: Adieu, adieu, Hamlet. Remember me.

Hamlet: Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?

Hamlet: I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on --
that you at such time seeing me never shall...
note that you know aught of me -- this not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you, swear.