Codes
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                          Enter Ghost.

HORATIO                        Look, my lord, it comes.
HAMLET
          Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
          Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,
          Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from         45
               hell,
          Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
          Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
          That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee "Hamlet,"
          "King," "Father," "Royal Dane." O, answer me!           50
          Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
          Why thy canonized bones, hearsèd in death,
          Have burst their cerements; why the sepulcher,
          Wherein we saw thee quietly interred,
          Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws                 55
          To cast thee up again. What may this mean
          That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,
          Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,
          Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
          So horridly to shake our disposition                    60
          With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
          Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?