History: HamletAct1Scene4

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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 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! Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corpse, againin complete steel, Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our dispostiion With thoughts beyond th reaches of our souls? Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?