Ghost. He that dares do more—the tyrant.
Gov. All the miseries below
Reward his boldness!
Ghost. I am now at court
In his own private chamber: there he wooes me,
And plies his suit to me with as serious pains,
As if the short flame of mortality
Were lighted up again in my cold breast;
Folds me within his arms, and often sets
A sinful kiss upon my senseless lip;
Weeps when he sees the paleness of my cheek,
And will send privately for a hand of art,
That may dissemble life upon my face,
To please his lustful eye.
Gov. O piteous wrongs!
Inhuman injuries, without grace or mercy!
Ghost. I leave them to thy thought, dearest of men!
My rest is lost; thou must restore't again.
Gov. O, fly me not so soon!
Ghost. Farewell, true lord.
[The Ghost disappears.
Gov. I cannot spare thee yet. I'll make myself
Over to death too, and we'll walk together
Like loving spirits; I pray thee, let's do so.
She's snatch'd away by fate, and I talk sickly;
I must despatch this business upon earth,
Before I take that journey.
I'll to my brother for his aid or counsel.
So wrong'd? O heaven, put armour on my spirit!
Her body I will place in her first nest,
Or in th' attempt lock death into my breast. [Exit.