GHOST: My skin erupted like a leper’s, and a vile crust spread across my smooth body.
Thus a brother robbed me of my life, my crown, and my queen all at once.
He cut me off in the middle of a sinful life—
With no chance to receive last rites.
Oh horrible, oh horrible, most horrible!
Do not tolerate it! Don’t let the royal bed become a nest for damned incest!
But however you pursue this—keep your mind pure and do no harm against your mother. Leave her to God and her own guilt.
Farewell! The light of the glowworm fades: morning is near.
HAMLET: Oh, my heart, keep beating! Muscles, keep me standing!