There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
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A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?

Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
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What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire
That took not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth
And yet are on't?

Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.

Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.

For spirits when they please
Can either sex assume, or both.

For spirits when they please
Can either sex assume, or both.

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?