“So many horrid Ghosts.”

“Proper deformity shows not in the fiendSo horrid as in woman.”

“Despair and die.The ghosts”

“And pity, like a new-born babe,Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsedUpon the sightless couriers of the air,Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,That tears shall drown the wind.”

“By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.”

“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted globe. Remember thee?”

“Of France and England, did this king succeed;Whose state so many had the managing.That they lost France and made his England bleed.”